Joy Prior
SPAN 106
Legalizar Las Drogas
A mi modo de ver las drogas son una adicción. Muchos individuos no le gustan las drogas. Los ciudadanos honorables no quieren pagar para o cocaína, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana no por qué ni las drogas son ilegal, ni las drogas son caros, ni las drogas difícil obtener. Muchos ciudadanos honórales no quieren pagar para o cocaína, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana con sencillez por qué ellos querrían sus salud. Muchos individuos tienen el valor.
Hoy las drogas es ilegal si el pueblo seguiría el derecho no, nunca saben el sabor o cocaína, o marajá, o pastillas por qué las drogas ilegal. Los delincuentes que consumían las drogas saben el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Desde mi punto de vista pero hoy nunca ciudadana honorable sabe el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Ellos no tienen una adicción. Ellos no consumen drogas. Si ellos no consumen las drogas, no querrían las drogas. Los drogadictos quieren legalizar las drogas. Ellos saben el sabor de cocine, o marajá, o pastillas. Ellos tienen una adicción de las drogas ilegal. Legalizar las drogas darle los ciudadana con adicción no, cuando las drogas tienen ilegal, podrían obtener o cocaína, o marajá, o pastillas por un precio con impuesto. Legalizar las drogas es un acto despreciable.
Desde mi punto de vista la legalización de las drogas es asesinar el inocente. No ciudadana honorable querría otros asesinar. Muchos drogadictos se suicidaban, robaban, violaban, atracaban, asaltaban, y asesinaba el inocente por drogas. Drogas son horribles. No quiero drogas en mi viva. No quiero aumentar la oportunidad sería una víctima de un drogadicto.
Friday, November 5, 2010
SFL 240 #8
It shocked me that reading was included in the top ten things to teach your child. There are so many different things in the world to teach children, but the prophet felt that it was important to teach children how to read. It got me thinking about reading to children as a serious thing. Of course there are the practical things about reading; the ability to do well in school, the ability to do common day things like read a menu at a restaurant, and the ability to critique and learn about other times and places. All of these are good things, but honestly if the schools took enough time and money they could teach a child how to read a book. In my mind for a prophet to emphasize the importance of reading to children is has to be more than just a simple suggestion for increasing academic successes. I thought about what reading was to me as a child and concluded that reading builds memories.
I have lasting memories from my father reading to me as a child that I want my children to have with me. One of the most common ways to work reading into a child’s development is for parents to read a story book before going to bed. In my ideal life every night before going to bed my husband and I help our children pick from a shelf full of finger smudged books their favorite story to read while we sit on their beds wrapped in blankets and surrounded by teddy bears and stuffed animals. I want them to develop memories while we read. We would talk about the pictures and point to the words while we read them. It is important for me that they develop these memories while reading because no matter how empty head “I Love you This Much,” “The Squall who Lost His Nuts,” or “The Monster at the end of this Book,” these books might seem they will always have a special place in my heart because I remember reading them with my parents.
My dad used to read to me and my brother when we were younger. He had a chair with two oak arm rests that were so large my brother could sit on one comfortably and I could sit on the other while my dad read stories about cows that could go to Paris, three men at sea, and a bear that was so lazy he did not even plant his own garden. I am too big to sit on the arm rests any more. The straight oak back makes it the most uncomfortable chair in the whole house to curl up and read a good book in. It is sun bleached too, and although my mom has vowed to remodel that chair countless times my dad tells her not to. As I look at the chipped stained legs and the flattened cushion I cannot help but to hope that the chair is never covered up because even now I can remember tracing the plaid material with my finger while listening to my dad’s voice rumble like distant rolling thunder.
I think that reading is important, and that teaching children to read is vital for a child to develop academically, and that parents should care about their child’s academic performance. I believe that the prophets are concerned parents to read with their children for more than the simple reason that children need to learn how to read. If the only goal was to teach a child to read letters on a page than a proper formal education would be sufficient. I think that they also gave us this council so that parents could develop opportunities to create lasting memories with their children.
I have lasting memories from my father reading to me as a child that I want my children to have with me. One of the most common ways to work reading into a child’s development is for parents to read a story book before going to bed. In my ideal life every night before going to bed my husband and I help our children pick from a shelf full of finger smudged books their favorite story to read while we sit on their beds wrapped in blankets and surrounded by teddy bears and stuffed animals. I want them to develop memories while we read. We would talk about the pictures and point to the words while we read them. It is important for me that they develop these memories while reading because no matter how empty head “I Love you This Much,” “The Squall who Lost His Nuts,” or “The Monster at the end of this Book,” these books might seem they will always have a special place in my heart because I remember reading them with my parents.
My dad used to read to me and my brother when we were younger. He had a chair with two oak arm rests that were so large my brother could sit on one comfortably and I could sit on the other while my dad read stories about cows that could go to Paris, three men at sea, and a bear that was so lazy he did not even plant his own garden. I am too big to sit on the arm rests any more. The straight oak back makes it the most uncomfortable chair in the whole house to curl up and read a good book in. It is sun bleached too, and although my mom has vowed to remodel that chair countless times my dad tells her not to. As I look at the chipped stained legs and the flattened cushion I cannot help but to hope that the chair is never covered up because even now I can remember tracing the plaid material with my finger while listening to my dad’s voice rumble like distant rolling thunder.
I think that reading is important, and that teaching children to read is vital for a child to develop academically, and that parents should care about their child’s academic performance. I believe that the prophets are concerned parents to read with their children for more than the simple reason that children need to learn how to read. If the only goal was to teach a child to read letters on a page than a proper formal education would be sufficient. I think that they also gave us this council so that parents could develop opportunities to create lasting memories with their children.
SFL 240 #7
Developing Healthy Living has become more of a buzz word than anything in our society today, and yet I do not think that many people know how to define it. Instead people use words like Obese, Fattening, and Calories to beat around the bush and get what Healthy Living is not. I guess it is good to avoid these things, but often times with such complicated subjects as health and diet it is easier to define what it is not rather than directly attack what it is. In all fairness the relationship between healthy living and non-healthy living is two strokes because you do have to know what habits to avoid and then replace those habits with positive ones. In the context of this parent and child development class I think that the as a future parent I should really be asking myself what develops Healthy Living? Isn’t development the whole idea behind parenting? Not definitions of healthy or non-healthy but the development of my child from being bottle feed to being able to go to college their freshman year and buy their own groceries. Some were a long that path of development my child is going develop what healthy living means to them, and the frightening aspect is that I am the one responsible for teaching them. Fortunately, my parent taught me to live healthy by avoiding processed foods, exercising, and sleeping and there were some really good ideas in our class discussions about how to develop Healthy Living.
I think that the most interesting video we watched in class about eating was the picky eaters. In a short summary the video we watched was about a pediatrician who encouraged parents of picky eaters to let their children go hungry for a few meals until they realize that what is for dinner is for dinner. What? Go hungry how frightening is all that I could think, until the pediatrician started to explain the psychology behind his suggestion. He emphasized that a parent’s job is not to put food inside of their child’s stomach, but to help the child develop healthy living. If the parent’s goal is to just feed their child for that one day and at that one meal then yes making sure that even if they only eat gram crackers and peanut butter at least they got something into their stomach is the perfect approach, but that is not the goal of a parent. Parents are there to help their children become independent and self-reliant. The pediatrician said that if parents keep that goal in mind it is easy for them to send their child to bed hungry a few nights, because hunger is the natural consequence of not eating. This idea was completely reverse to anything that I dreamed of being true.
In class it was also really good to hear that parents should make trying new foods a positive experience by not forcing their child to eat the new food. My dad used to say that cabbage was Adam and Eve’s favorite dinner food and then he would take a big bite of cabbage himself. The next night Adam and Eve liked lima beans and the night after that Adam and Eve liked onions. Come to find out Adam and Eve liked all of the vegetables on my dinner plate, imagine that. I think that people in general like expectations, and believe that there should be an expectation for everything. If I were given a plate of food at a new dinner and the waiter told me that I might not like it but that I had to eat it all any way I would probably not eat it and you can forget about tipping the waiter. I think back to how many times I have trusted the opinion of the white-shirted-pen-holding-low-salary waiter taking my order and even if the dish I ordered was not my favorite I justify the meal because it was the house special or the most ordered platter and that if I came to the same restaurant the next day and ordered the same plate the chef would have prepared it better. Children are not much different. Not that I want to belittle a hard working mother to a full-time waitress but I agree with the pediatrician that not forcing children to eat new foods and also giving children high expectations for new foods helps them to feel encouraged to explore and try new and different foods.
I think that the most interesting video we watched in class about eating was the picky eaters. In a short summary the video we watched was about a pediatrician who encouraged parents of picky eaters to let their children go hungry for a few meals until they realize that what is for dinner is for dinner. What? Go hungry how frightening is all that I could think, until the pediatrician started to explain the psychology behind his suggestion. He emphasized that a parent’s job is not to put food inside of their child’s stomach, but to help the child develop healthy living. If the parent’s goal is to just feed their child for that one day and at that one meal then yes making sure that even if they only eat gram crackers and peanut butter at least they got something into their stomach is the perfect approach, but that is not the goal of a parent. Parents are there to help their children become independent and self-reliant. The pediatrician said that if parents keep that goal in mind it is easy for them to send their child to bed hungry a few nights, because hunger is the natural consequence of not eating. This idea was completely reverse to anything that I dreamed of being true.
In class it was also really good to hear that parents should make trying new foods a positive experience by not forcing their child to eat the new food. My dad used to say that cabbage was Adam and Eve’s favorite dinner food and then he would take a big bite of cabbage himself. The next night Adam and Eve liked lima beans and the night after that Adam and Eve liked onions. Come to find out Adam and Eve liked all of the vegetables on my dinner plate, imagine that. I think that people in general like expectations, and believe that there should be an expectation for everything. If I were given a plate of food at a new dinner and the waiter told me that I might not like it but that I had to eat it all any way I would probably not eat it and you can forget about tipping the waiter. I think back to how many times I have trusted the opinion of the white-shirted-pen-holding-low-salary waiter taking my order and even if the dish I ordered was not my favorite I justify the meal because it was the house special or the most ordered platter and that if I came to the same restaurant the next day and ordered the same plate the chef would have prepared it better. Children are not much different. Not that I want to belittle a hard working mother to a full-time waitress but I agree with the pediatrician that not forcing children to eat new foods and also giving children high expectations for new foods helps them to feel encouraged to explore and try new and different foods.
SFL 240 rough draft 2
There are lots of things that I think are important to being a good Mother, and most of them are things that I see every day. I hear mothers pushing their child in a squeaking shopping cart. I watch mothers cut peanut butter jelly sandwiches the diagonal way, the half way, the baby squared way, and the circle way. I have gauged once or twice when I have walked by a mother changing her baby’s diaper. There seems to be a lot that a mother can do for her baby. Only after reading the articles for the past week did I realize that the most important thing a mother can do for her baby is who will be the father. Now I am not going to play dumb and imagine that every family works traditionally; I would hope that in our world a man and women can get married and raise their children together. Yet, I understand that is not always the case. While I was reading about the importance of fathers I really did not care about the biological father or adopted father, but the father of the child. The man most present in the home is the man who will instill the schema for the baby of how men should treat women, how men should treat children, how men should show love. For a mother the choice should be clear that no matter how much you personally show love by being warm, tender, and attentive to your child your baby can only develop a schema for men by observing a man. The type of men that I allow to interact with my child will determine my baby’s future.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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There are lots of things that I think are important to being a good Mother, and most of them are things that I see every day. I hear mothers pushing their child in a squeaking shopping cart. I watch mothers cut peanut butter jelly sandwiches the diagonal way, the half way, the baby squared way, and the circle way. I have gauged once or twice when I have walked by a mother changing her baby’s diaper. There seems to be a lot that a mother can do for her baby. Only after reading the articles for the past week did I realize that the most important thing a mother can do for her baby is who will be the father. Now I am not going to play dumb and imagine that every family works traditionally; I would hope that in our world a man and women can get married and raise their children together. Yet, I understand that is not always the case. While I was reading about the importance of fathers I really did not care about the biological father or adopted father, but the father of the child. The man most present in the home is the man who will instill the schema for the baby of how men should treat women, how men should treat children, how men should show love. For a mother the choice should be clear that no matter how much you personally show love by being warm, tender, and attentive to your child your baby can only develop a schema for men by observing a man. The type of men that I allow to interact with my child will determine my baby’s future.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I know that this paper is on the influance of mothers and fathers in the home, but I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. It would be discussing to much of my personal development to not mention the importance that brothers have in developing younger syblings. My family was a combinbed family, and consequently there is a large age gap between me and the rest of my syblings. I have six older brothers, and just to give you an idea my oldest brother was married when I was three. Most of them have children (or are expecting their first) and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. I guess that my case might be unique. Because of the age gap between me and my syblings I had the oportunity to watch them get married and start their own families before I was a behive in Young Womens. Now though, as I enter college I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I think that older syblings played a major roll in my personal development and how I precieve fathers and mothers.
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SFL 240 #6
There are lots of things that I think are important to being a good Mother, and most of them are things that I see every day. I hear mothers pushing their child in a squeaking shopping cart. I watch mothers cut peanut butter jelly sandwiches the diagonal way, the half way, the baby squared way, and the circle way. I have gauged once or twice when I have walked by a mother changing her baby’s diaper. There seems to be a lot that a mother can do for her baby. Only after reading the articles for the past week did I realize that the most important thing a mother can do for her baby is who will be the father. Now I am not going to play dumb and imagine that every family works traditionally; I would hope that in our world a man and women can get married and raise their children together. Yet, I understand that is not always the case. While I was reading about the importance of fathers I really did not care about the biological father or adopted father, but the father of the child. The man most present in the home is the man who will instill the schema for the baby of how men should treat women, how men should treat children, how men should show love. For a mother the choice should be clear that no matter how much you personally show love by being warm, tender, and attentive to your child your baby can only develop a schema for men by observing a man. The type of men that I allow to interact with my child will determine my baby’s future.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I have six older brothers, and all of them are good men. They are all married except for my one brother who is on a mission. Most of them have children of their own and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. I guess that I never thought so hard about the importance of a father because you cannot miss something you just assume you deserve. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. Now that I have grown up a little I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men and how they show love not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. Older brothers have a gift for expecting the best from you and expecting the best for you.
I have always admired good fathers, but what I had not thought about was how fathers and mothers naturally interact differently with their children. My own father loves me very much, but I would like to focus this paper on my older brothers. The other day I was at my brother Swen’s house and he was playing monster with his two little girls. Reagn, his oldest daughter, ran around her dad stood on the couch, pointed her finger at him, and screamed, “attacking hair curler,” we all stared at the four year old standing on the coach cushions who believed that the ultimate weapon was an attacking hair curler. That was not her only weapon though, because pretty soon she started to squirt sticky-sticky-hairspray. My brother played along, and every time she squirted him with sticky-sticky-hairspray he moved slower and slower. Until my sister-in-law Kristy asked everyone to calm down and come and eat peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwiches. I watched my family for a few minutes and tried to imagine Swen holding a butter knife in one hand while Kristy wriggled on the floor covered in sticky-sticky-hairspray. Not only did I actually laugh out loud, but it got me thinking about how naturally fathers and mothers have different rolls because they are different.
My brother Andrew is also a great father. Andrew owns a landscaping company and he takes his children to work with him all of the time. There is a model swing set outside his front office, and I can only think of a few times when I have seen stopped by his work and his children are not there pushing each other in the swings or drawing on the order-form-white-board. He has pictures that his oldest son Ryan drew in his Kindergarten class plastered across the walls, Zack’s fishing pole, and princess slippers tucked under his desk for Eva. I understand that not all fathers can have their children come to work with them, but that is not what impresses me about my brother. I admire Andrew because he is not only a father when he comes home from work, but he is a father all of the time. He thinks about his children, makes time for their soccer games, goes to their pre-school performances, and makes sacrifices I know I will never be aware of for his children.
I have six older brothers, and all of them are good men. They are all married except for my one brother who is on a mission. Most of them have children of their own and all of them have great wives who love being mothers. I guess that I never thought so hard about the importance of a father because you cannot miss something you just assume you deserve. Like any younger sister I have always looked up to my brothers. It seems that when I was not trying to keep up with them I was thinking of ways that I could. Despite their teasing and roughhousing they were better than average brothers because I can never remember getting left behind. Now that I have grown up a little I expect nothing less for myself than the men my brothers are. I honestly believe that much of my personal schema for men and how they show love not only comes from my father but from my older brothers. Older brothers have a gift for expecting the best from you and expecting the best for you.
SPAN rough draft
Joy Prior
SPAN 106
Legalizar Las Drogas
A mi modo de ver las drogas son una adicciòn. Muchos individuos no le gusta las drogas. Los ciudadanos honorables no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana na por què ni las drogas son illegal, ni las drogas son caros, ni las drogas difícil obtener. Muchos ciudadnos honorales no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana con sencillez por què ellos querrìan sus salud. Muchos individuos tienen el valor.
Hoy las drogas son ilegal si el pueblo seguirìa el derecho na, nunca saben el sabor o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por què las drogas ilegal. Los delincuentes que consumìan las drogas saben el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Desde mi punot de vista pero hoy nunca ciudadan honorable sabe el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Ellos no tiene un adicciòn. Ellos no consumen drogas. Si ellos no consumen las drogas, no querrìan las drogas. Los drogadictos quieren legalizar las drogas. Ellos saben el sabor de cocine, o marajá, o pastillas. Ellos tienen una adicciòn de las drogas ilegal. Legalizar las drogas darle los ciudadan con adicciòn na, cuando las drogas tienen ilegal, podrìan obtener o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por un precio con impuesto. Legalizar las drogas es un acto despreciable.
Desde mi punto de vista la legalizaciòn de las drogas es asesinar los inocente. No ciudadan honorable querrìa otros asesinar. Muchos drogadictos se suicidaban, robaban, violaban, atracaban, asaltaban, y asesinaba los inocente por drogas. Drogas son horrible. No quiero drogas en mi viva. No quiero aumentar la oportunidad serìa una víctima de un drogadicto.
SPAN 106
Legalizar Las Drogas
A mi modo de ver las drogas son una adicciòn. Muchos individuos no le gusta las drogas. Los ciudadanos honorables no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana na por què ni las drogas son illegal, ni las drogas son caros, ni las drogas difícil obtener. Muchos ciudadnos honorales no quieren pagar para o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas para una fiesta o el fin de semana con sencillez por què ellos querrìan sus salud. Muchos individuos tienen el valor.
Hoy las drogas son ilegal si el pueblo seguirìa el derecho na, nunca saben el sabor o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por què las drogas ilegal. Los delincuentes que consumìan las drogas saben el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Desde mi punot de vista pero hoy nunca ciudadan honorable sabe el sabor de las drogas ilegal. Ellos no tiene un adicciòn. Ellos no consumen drogas. Si ellos no consumen las drogas, no querrìan las drogas. Los drogadictos quieren legalizar las drogas. Ellos saben el sabor de cocine, o marajá, o pastillas. Ellos tienen una adicciòn de las drogas ilegal. Legalizar las drogas darle los ciudadan con adicciòn na, cuando las drogas tienen ilegal, podrìan obtener o cocaine, o marajá, o pastillas por un precio con impuesto. Legalizar las drogas es un acto despreciable.
Desde mi punto de vista la legalizaciòn de las drogas es asesinar los inocente. No ciudadan honorable querrìa otros asesinar. Muchos drogadictos se suicidaban, robaban, violaban, atracaban, asaltaban, y asesinaba los inocente por drogas. Drogas son horrible. No quiero drogas en mi viva. No quiero aumentar la oportunidad serìa una víctima de un drogadicto.
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