Saturday, May 5, 2012

Essay


Are You Ready to Be a Mother
“A Woman Mourned by Daughters”, by Adrienne Rich is a poem that deals with different types of relationships between a mother and her children; and how it can affect the outcome of the child’s life in the future. Our cause is to understand the reason behind the strained relationships between a mother and child so that we may find a way to help prevent future parents from making the same mistakes. In addition we also found some mothers who had great relationships with their children which we see as the ideal parents. Though not all parents can achieve what some of these mothers have accomplished, we instead can use some of their ideas to help parents with imperfect relationships with their child.
At the Convalescent we found a mother of three children, she was financially stable and had a great relationship with her children. Terri was around the age of 40-50 with 1 daughter and 2 sons who tell her everything. For Terri the right age to have a child is when the woman is financially secure, mature enough, and when the woman herself is ready to have a child. She believes that the best punishments are standards, chores, and time-out; she doesn’t believe in hitting or beating her children. Terri doesn’t have any high expectations for her children and allows them to create their own goals doing things that are comfortable for them. However, like every other relationship, there are flaws in Terri’s relationship with her children; Terri has a tendency to “bark” at her children when the ignore her but other than that she says that she has a relatively good connection with her three children.
In addition to Terri we also me another mother at the Convalescent home, this time a new mother. Chanel is around 25-30 years old and is also financially stable; she also believes that she has a good relationship with her child. Her only expectation for her child is to be smart in school; for Chanel she grew up with great parents and her advice for future parents is not to neglect the child and quote “don’t think that it’s easy.”
The next woman had a hard relationship with her mother and had asked to be kept anonymous.  Ms. X’s mother was 28 when she had her and although her mother was a teacher and financially secure she was emotionally insecure and felt that Ms. X wasn’t giving her the love and respect she deserved. The major flaw in their relationship was the misunderstandings. The misunderstandings made her mother to question everything Ms. X said and later caused Ms. X to stop communicating with her mother. But aside from misunderstanding her daughter, Ms. X’s mother also had a problem with depression and anxiety and since her mother hadn’t reflected on how it affected her daughter, their relationship was constantly strained. However, their strained relationship also stemmed from the fact that Ms. X’s grandmother had verbally abused her mother. Even after all this Ms. X still thinks she had a great mother who had given her daughter what she could; she admits that she should have been a more loving daughter. And in a way she appreciated the way her mother had raised her, it had after all allowed her to have a better understanding of people.  Regarding Ms. X she now has two boys (10 and 13) whom she had at the age of 27 and 31, and in her opinion a mother should be firm with her child, have expectations, and rules; but most importantly a mother should always listen to her child and keep her promises. She strongly believes that a mother should be a parent not a friend and instead let a relationship form instead of demanding one and warned other mothers against relying on their child. Her methods of discipline include time-out, removal of privileges and to the point lectures that don’t provoke guilt.
Ms. Y also had a bad relationship with her mother who sometimes left her alone a period of time therefore leaving Ms. Y to live by herself. The flaw in their relationship is due to the fact that her mother was a compulsive liar who didn’t want to face the truth.  Her mother constantly ran away from her problems and used harsh was to discipline her daughter. Ms. Y was verbally, mentally, and physically punished for simple things, but like Ms. X she said it helped her understand people better. At 24 years old Ms. Y was born into an environment any child shouldn’t ever live in. At the age of 2 Ms. Y had lost the simple innocence of a child, learning things only adults should know. But although Ms. Y hadn’t had the best mother she always knew that her mother loved her and eventually she realized that she also loved her mother. In Ms. Y’s point of view everything that a parent had done wrong the next parent should learn from the mistakes and do the opposite. She believes that disciplining a child should be mentally not physically, in other words a parent should explain why something shouldn’t be done until the child understands rather than physically hurting them. Moreover, she thinks that a parent shouldn’t force their child to help but instead they could share the problem with their child and let the child choose whether or not he/she wants to help. She doesn’t judge a good parent by what age the parent is but instead on how mentally prepared the person is.
Ms. Z had a close relationship with her mother even though her mother was constantly working 2 different jobs. Ms. Z was the middle child born when her mother was 31; and aside from rebelling against her extremely strict mother their relationship was relatively flawless. After being abandoned by her father she acknowledges that she wasn’t allowed to be a child and had matured earlier than usual. As for her mother’s way of discipline she used a range from slaps to spanking, and her expectations where fairly high, Ms. Y had to graduate from high school, and after choose between work or college. Still her mother was always there for her children even though she wasn’t always physically there for her children. In Ms. Y’s view, a good parent should be financially secure, ready to support a child, and want the child. Her idea of a damaging parent is an adult who isn’t emotionally mature nor entirely out of the habit of being selfish. Ms. Y doesn’t plan on having any children of her own but she insists that it isn’t because of her relationship with her mother.
Line 20 of the poem particularly motivated us to pursue this cause because there are so many children out there who try so hard to please their parents but no matter what they do, nothing seems enough. Since we have seen and heard so many stories about apprehensive relationships between mother and daughters we decided to start interviewing women who had good relationships and those who had not so good relationships with their mothers. Sometimes even a little thing can help, even just talking to women who had troubled lives with their mothers.

A Million Dollars..now where to spend it (not a story)


A Million Dollars and No Where To Spend It
    Winning money is a great thing for many people even those who are already rich beyond
belief but if there was a catch and all that money had to be spent on someone else most people
would probably not even attempt to enter in the contest at all or like I have heard spend the
money on their parents then get it back from them because hey, they’re your parents. But in my
point of view if the money had to spend on someone else, I would donate it to relieve single
mothers and fathers around the world who had lost their spouses to Post traumatic Stress Disorder
(PTSD) because of war. PTSD is a disorder that is develops when a person is exposed to a
traumatic event that had left the person helpless, and sometimes the feeling never disappears,
instead it haunts the person changing him/her into a completely different person.
    The main reason behind my desire to donate my winnings to the PTSD cause is primarily
because one day I know my brother will be one of the men fighting for our country. With his
mind set on joining the military, I know there is a risk that he might become one of the people
fighting PTSD. However, after hearing so many stories about wives living with husbands who
had returned from war with PTSD, it’s hard not to feel the need to help them. Some of the stories
were extremely hard to listen too because it said a lot about not only how much the person had to
suffer in war but how much their family suffered with them. One story that particularly struck
me was the one about a husband that had returned from war physically uninjured but mentally
scared. His wife loved him but she just couldn’t trust her husband around their son because his
case of PTSD included such vivid nightmares that sometimes harmed their child. Just listening to
the story had a profound effect on me but I couldn’t really do anything to help but if I received a
million of dollars, donating money to help people with PTSD would be on my number one list of
things to do.
    To put it briefly, my reasons to donate to the PTSD cause are both gallant and selfish, I want
to protect my brother from risks of PTSD and at the same time I want to help families out there
who are already suffering from results of PTSD. If a million dollar donation could help finance
the research for treatment of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder then I would gladly donate the
money.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The One for the Job

  Sometimes he wished he didn't work as a professional liar, today, well today he wished it more than ever, even a damn accountant was looking like an ideal job for him. But he wasn't, so here he was pathetically pacing back and forth in front of Andy's door fuming, trying to cool down a bit before heading back into her apartment. He did owe her an explanation right? At least some type of explanation (a truthful sounding lie) for why he had accused her of being a drug dealer, pointed a gun at her, and now trying to beg his way back into her life. She would probably kick him back out anyways he thought warily as he stalked back to her door.
  Inside Andy felt like, hell she didn't even know what she was feeling but what she did need was a nice sweaty run to clear her confusion fogged mind. 
 It was all his fault right? she muttered to herself, working her self into a fit. Silently agreeing to herself as she walked to her door. Then in a flash of fury she shoved the door open, hard, very hard. She stood there waiting for the satisfying thud of the door hitting the wall but it didn't come. All she heard was a thud of her door hitting something a little softer than a wall followed by a pained omph and some delightful stream of curses. She just knew it, her door had just slammed into Tyson The Drug Dealer's face. The day just gone from bad to-lets just say her life was getting a little too interesting for her taste. 
  Hey Andy? Tyson said, wincing at the sound of his nasal voice; he freakin sounded like a girl. Andy?- Look, I know you dont want to see me but i really need to use your bathroom right now-
 Fine just come in
 -Please Andy? Um Andy, come out and help me I'm feeling a little dizzy he admitted 
 Despite everything Andy had to smirk at that, the way Tyson had admitted that he needed help was so like a typical guy, he had sounded like he was admitting to a crime he hadn't committed. So here she was peaking out her door to see if he really was down and wounded. Oh-he was down and while she had been smirking at him, he had taken of his t-shirt and was holding it to his bloody nose, every now and then he would reach up and touch the growing purplish bruise on his forehead and then wince. Climbing down the fire escape seemed like an excellent idea now, she certainly didn't want an enraged drug lord in her home again especially after he had waved that huge gun around in her face. Buy lord did that guy have nice muscles...eww what was she thinking the guy was dangerous and that was reason enough but he was bleeding so maybe he would just use her restroom and leave. Right?
 
 

Monday, April 30, 2012

Family Problems Eh?

Really now Andrea this how you dress to visit you mom? Tyson said slowly pushing me back into my apartment. Common Andy I know you have better style than this. Well unless you weren't going to visit your dear ole mom. You weren't were you? Tyson continued to accuse growing more insanely angry, and i hadn't even uttered a word yet. 
What the heck was wrong with him anyways? I mean a gun? Tyson  with a gun was just downright hilarious, I mean imagine a pretty boy waving a bad ass gun around looking like some type of gangster it just doesn't give off a dangerous vibe; except i couldn't laugh because he really was waving a gun in my face and had just forcefully slammed my door shut.
 Well Andy (man did i hate that name) why don't you just hand over you cell and have a seat, Tyson said sounding like he was talking to himself, i still hadn't said a word. Mechanically i splat down onto the couch and placed my cell on the coffee table. 
 Andy! don't look so glum! after i wouldn't have to be doing this if you had just gone out on that date with me. I was going to take you to that nice expensive restaurant you kept staring longingly at all week. It's not like i couldn't afford it he said snorting to himself in some type of private joke.
 Well i'm never going to long for that particular restaurant now am i? i spoke up suddenly, mentally slapping myself, out of all the things to say..
 I always did like you Andy, Tyson said staring sadly at me, why did you have to be working for my rival drug lord, we could have been so good together you know

 DRUG LORD?!! Your a freakin drug lord? what the hell Tyson you're joking right?
Drop the facade Andy, I know your working for Felipe, that's why you made me leave right? He called you and you choose him over me.
 I don't know how but Tyson had managed to sound hurt like I had betrayed him. Like i was the freakin drug lord...wait he thought i was working for a drug lord? what kind of image was i giving out? was that why Emi moved to San Fran? What the hell was i thinking about? I was seriously hyperventilating now, well maybe adrenelin will kick in next so i could kick Tyson's sorry behind out of my apartment.
   Tyson im not working for a drug lord! I dont even know one...well except for you now can you just let me leave? You can stay here you know just take it ill just go out and take a cab to the-
 No! You are working for him! Watch! 
Oh boy did i watch, watched as Tyson called his own damn cell. My last call had been to him how ironic. 
 I rolled my eyes as he put my phone on speaker and placed on my table looking smug until his own voice came on and told him to leave a message after the tone. The poor guy hadn't even recognized his own number i was surprised he reconized his own voice, but he had and I watched as his eyes turned tomato read and he slowly turned to me.
 Um Andy?..wanna forget what i had just said?
Um Tyson? I don't think i can forget but i promise not to rat you out so just leave, and dont come back i said silently in my head
Really Andy im sorry..i really thought-
Just go Tyson i said hoping he wouldn't ask why i had tried to ditch him in the first place but i was just full of bad luck today, you know those days when nothing goes right and you just hope for the next day to come?
 Wait, so why where you leaving?
Damn..well-
YOU DON'T WANT ME?! 
wow he sounded pissed...even more than when he thought i was a drug dealer
No-
IT IS ISN'T IT?!
Wa-
WHY?
-it
WHO IS IT?!
STOP!!! I screamed finally shutting Tyson up for a second but long enough
there isn't anyone else, its just that-
you came in with two other girls you know? what girl wants that? 
~silence~ (finally)
I mean your a good guy.. well i thought you were but i want a guy who has one girlfriend not four.
Andy-
So that's why i was trying to go out for a run, i needed to clear my head
Andy...those girls-
It doesn't matter i cant do this so please leave Tyson please 
Wait Andy! Those girls there for my image, im- im a drug dealer and i have to hold up my image so i wont be taken down but really i like you a lot more so just give us a try
I can't i said despairingly because even though he had four girlfriends a gun and was a drug lord he was one fine talker. How about we just stay as friends? 
He glared at me 
What?! at least i said friends
but he was gone 
at least he hadn't slammed the door...

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Bad Date

  After three hours of  preparing for my perfect date with Tyson I thought I was free to assume that he would be perfect...That is until her waltzed in with two blonds on each arm. Ha! And he thinks I would still go out with him? Just because he was by the far the most attractive guy I've seen in a while and probably the most mature..actually scratch that, Tyson was now being degraded to the Jerk in my mental rank of guys. Now to ditch him...
  For a guy like Tyson, rejection is definitely not one of a concept know to him. Number one he does the rejecting and dumping not the lady. For Tyson, rejection would never settle easy, instead it sparks an entirely different affect in males. A girl rejects Tyson and suddenly he comes back with guns blazing...literally. 
  Every girl has her own way to get out of a bad date and it may or may not work but mine, well its the oldest on in the book (my book) and as of now its been working. Every year when its time to upgrade my cell i always make sure to get a cell that has a volume adjuster on the side that always gives a short clip of the ring tone and every year I use it to get out of a crappy date. The key to fooling a determined date is to press the button while walking, lets say out of the bathroom or kitchen or even better from grabbing a coat from the closet (unless the guy turns out to be a gentleman and gets it himself which should be highly unlikely). All that's left is to pretend to pick up the phone before the clip stops but slow enough to look reluctant. Because hey! you're in a room with a hot dude right? NOT! After that it's a piece of cake pretend there's an emergency at work or maybe some family drama...  

 Tyson smiled, smoothly taking the lie and telling me he would call me and left; at least i had thought he had gone home. After he had closed the door I changed into sweats and a loose t-shirt ready for a sweaty run to clear my mind. Except i never had the chance to close my door when i left my apartment, Tyson was waiting right outside with a sinister smile and a bad ass gun pointing at my belly. I guess he did come back guns blazing..oh boy