Several years ago in a history class I was introduced to one of many world epidemics, world hunger. World hunger made me think twice about conditions of the world and the people like myself living in it; and it made me recognize that there are people who aren't as fortunate as to even afford a sandwich. Learning about world hunger has been both pleasurable and painful because I was able to grasp how harsh reality was without having to face it but also acknowledge that world hunger is a problem that is outside our door.
Learning about world hunger has been pleasing because I became knowledgeable of the problem. Knowing that every two seconds someone dies from starvation made me change my eating habits. Instead of eating out twice a week I cut back to once a week. With the extra money I would buy the homeless meals. Before becoming educated on the subject my thoughts were just feeling sorry for them; now my thoughts are " How can I help them?" Harsh facts such as starvation rates have been an ironic postive moving feeling, they push me to be thankful for what I have.
Learning about world hunger has been awful because I now know that the nations security has failed its own people, like those who have nothing to eat. Though there is work being done to help people who are starving, it is sad to see the other side of those people who are still dying every two seconds. World hunger is a very scary thing bacause we all have enough food and water to support each body in the world, yet people are still starving. The most frightening thing about learning about world hunger is that I eat everyday and never have to think about not eating, for twenty-five percent of the world go about their day hoping to see a piece of food.
Learning about world hunger has been both pleasurable and painful because though I learned about the depressing reality without having to live it; I was able to understand that I have difficulties in life but there are some people who have them much worse than I. Learning something new like this has changed my ways of thinking for the better. If I could change one thing about the world it would be world hunger because every person deserves and needs to eat. This has been a more positive then challenging experience because I grew from having sympathy to having empathy for people who have nothing.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
This Is Who I Am
My name is Christine Montes and I am a Mount Saint Mary's College student. I grew up in East Los Angeles all my life with my mother, aunt and three brothers. I am hard worker and I plan to major in Medical Sociology and later become a physcial therapist.
On the weekends I enjoy getting my nails done. Somedays I relax and go home, which isn't very far from my school. Most times I go to the nearby park and play basketball. My favorite things to do are simply relaxing and being home; thats where I am most happy.
What I dislike is having to wake up at eight o'clock five days out of the week. Having to wake up at eight o'clock every morning limits the time I have for going out; waking up early does not let me go out to party's or gig's during times that I please. On the other hand seeing my friends faces every morning makes my days better and more enjoyable. I like attending college and feel that my mother gave me life and I live my life to the fullest and work hard for what want, this is the surface of who I am.
On the weekends I enjoy getting my nails done. Somedays I relax and go home, which isn't very far from my school. Most times I go to the nearby park and play basketball. My favorite things to do are simply relaxing and being home; thats where I am most happy.
What I dislike is having to wake up at eight o'clock five days out of the week. Having to wake up at eight o'clock every morning limits the time I have for going out; waking up early does not let me go out to party's or gig's during times that I please. On the other hand seeing my friends faces every morning makes my days better and more enjoyable. I like attending college and feel that my mother gave me life and I live my life to the fullest and work hard for what want, this is the surface of who I am.
Friday, February 1, 2008
I Really Hate It
Since I was a young girl the taste and smell of chicken was something I couldn't stand. At restaurants, at home, whether it was boiled or fired, I couldn't bare the taste of it. I don't hate any other kind of food, that I know of, and I am pretty open to anything, except chicken; I couldn't get paid to eat it. I was pretty open to about anything when one day I had a sample of duck. Little did I know that duck would have the same effect that chicken has, I hated ducked too. Remember that old saying, "it takes just like chicken"; well I wish I would have known that ahead of time.
It was my mother's boss's birthday and my mom and I were invited to attend a little surprise birthday party for him at a Thai restaurant called, Thai's Best. I had never tried Thai food before and was up for trying a new thing. The first thought in my head was "in no way was I eating chicken." We soon walked into the Thai restaurant and waited quietly with his family and friends, he came and we jumped out, "surprise." I was starving by the time Don, my mother's boss, had come and was in the mood for almost about anything.
I was waiting for the menu's but they never came. I began to hear my stomach growling. Moments later the waiters placed everything on the table in front of us and we started to dig in. From the plate of food at the end of the table to the plate of food in front of me there seemed to resemble this weird looking meat, I asked what it was and the women beside me replied, "its duck". All of sudden I wasn't so hungry. I didn't know what it was but I was no longer in the mood for food, let alone duck. About twenty minutes passed and I couldn't resist but reach out on the plate in front of me slid a few spoons of duck soup on my plate. The duck soup no longer smelled bad, from the looks fo it it reminded me of soft cow tongue. I blew on the two pieces of duck I had on my spoon, raised it up to my mouth and right as it touched my tongue I couldn't help but closed my eyes in disgust, this tastes like chicken. I chewed it and forced it to go down. I then reached in my purse and took out a piece of gum, I was done eating for the rest of the night.
Who would have thought that "duck really does taste like chicken", because if I would have known that I could have saved myself the digusting experience. I now hear little remarks about duck, "it tastes just like chicken", the truth is that I think it taste a lot worse but for future reference I now know duck does in fact taste like chicken, and I hate chicken.
It was my mother's boss's birthday and my mom and I were invited to attend a little surprise birthday party for him at a Thai restaurant called, Thai's Best. I had never tried Thai food before and was up for trying a new thing. The first thought in my head was "in no way was I eating chicken." We soon walked into the Thai restaurant and waited quietly with his family and friends, he came and we jumped out, "surprise." I was starving by the time Don, my mother's boss, had come and was in the mood for almost about anything.
I was waiting for the menu's but they never came. I began to hear my stomach growling. Moments later the waiters placed everything on the table in front of us and we started to dig in. From the plate of food at the end of the table to the plate of food in front of me there seemed to resemble this weird looking meat, I asked what it was and the women beside me replied, "its duck". All of sudden I wasn't so hungry. I didn't know what it was but I was no longer in the mood for food, let alone duck. About twenty minutes passed and I couldn't resist but reach out on the plate in front of me slid a few spoons of duck soup on my plate. The duck soup no longer smelled bad, from the looks fo it it reminded me of soft cow tongue. I blew on the two pieces of duck I had on my spoon, raised it up to my mouth and right as it touched my tongue I couldn't help but closed my eyes in disgust, this tastes like chicken. I chewed it and forced it to go down. I then reached in my purse and took out a piece of gum, I was done eating for the rest of the night.
Who would have thought that "duck really does taste like chicken", because if I would have known that I could have saved myself the digusting experience. I now hear little remarks about duck, "it tastes just like chicken", the truth is that I think it taste a lot worse but for future reference I now know duck does in fact taste like chicken, and I hate chicken.
Christmas Wishes
Christmas is a happy day that I often look forward to but the way in which Christmas came this year wasn't something that I had pictured. The holidays are what bring out the joy in a family but holidays almost never come close to perfect. Two things that disappointed me during the holidays were not having any money to buy presents for my friends and family and also not spending Christmas with my father.
During the begining of Christmas break my mission was to find a job before the holidays. I didn't really care where i worked; I just knew that I had no money for presents and finding a job was the most direct way of getting money. I spent days filling out applications and attending numerous interviews with companies that ranged from Macy's to Mc Donald's. Little did I know that it would get me nowhere. Days went on and before I knew it Christmas Eve was here, no job, no presents, and I was stuck. I couldn't let Christmas go by without giving my loved ones presents so I did what I promised myself I wouldn't do, I asked my mother for money. Though I had money for presents it wasn't my own earned money; therefore seeing my family and friends' expressions was in no way as joyous as it could have been. I wanted the gifts to mean something to the person receiving it but to also gain satisfaction that the gift was from the bottom of my heart.
The second disappointment was that I couldn't spend Christmas with my father. My father has never really been a big part of my life and this Christmas he gave me the impression he would spend Christmas with my brother and me. Early Christmas morning as my family was opening presents on the living room floor I was thinking about what kind of presents I would be getting from my father. Noon came and passed with no phone call. I came to wonder about my father not coming. It was well after eight o'clock and my hopes for having my father celebrate Christmas with my brother and myself stood as an unrealized wish. That night I cried and felt so much hurt and anger toward my father not coming. At the end of the day this disappointment left me feeling as if Christmas hadn't come.
My disappointed expectations of Christmas wouldn't have been so drastic if my wishes to see my father had come true and if I didn't need to borrow money from my mother. It is hard when the hoildays are made up to be such a big deal. During the holidays I can't help but have wishes; however, this Christmas I had to face reality.
During the begining of Christmas break my mission was to find a job before the holidays. I didn't really care where i worked; I just knew that I had no money for presents and finding a job was the most direct way of getting money. I spent days filling out applications and attending numerous interviews with companies that ranged from Macy's to Mc Donald's. Little did I know that it would get me nowhere. Days went on and before I knew it Christmas Eve was here, no job, no presents, and I was stuck. I couldn't let Christmas go by without giving my loved ones presents so I did what I promised myself I wouldn't do, I asked my mother for money. Though I had money for presents it wasn't my own earned money; therefore seeing my family and friends' expressions was in no way as joyous as it could have been. I wanted the gifts to mean something to the person receiving it but to also gain satisfaction that the gift was from the bottom of my heart.
The second disappointment was that I couldn't spend Christmas with my father. My father has never really been a big part of my life and this Christmas he gave me the impression he would spend Christmas with my brother and me. Early Christmas morning as my family was opening presents on the living room floor I was thinking about what kind of presents I would be getting from my father. Noon came and passed with no phone call. I came to wonder about my father not coming. It was well after eight o'clock and my hopes for having my father celebrate Christmas with my brother and myself stood as an unrealized wish. That night I cried and felt so much hurt and anger toward my father not coming. At the end of the day this disappointment left me feeling as if Christmas hadn't come.
My disappointed expectations of Christmas wouldn't have been so drastic if my wishes to see my father had come true and if I didn't need to borrow money from my mother. It is hard when the hoildays are made up to be such a big deal. During the holidays I can't help but have wishes; however, this Christmas I had to face reality.
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