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Random Thoughts

adaptation = ability to change to environment.

Stress is the body reaction to change to environment. The quicker the body can change to environment the less stress accumulates.  The accumulation of stress on the body effects even the cellular level with speed of metabolism, oxidation, detoxing and fluid balance. The organs and tissues all react to this stress according to what happens from the microscopic level.

Emotions change after change with environment. The quicker the cry the quicker the peace happiness. The cry becomes a learned behavior from infancy.  The infants’ only communication to let someone know they need or want something. When caregivers neglect needs, the child cries more and adapts on its own or fails to thrive.  My fathers motto, “sink or swim”. He truly threw me in a creek and said this and I swam.. His love for me though I did  not think he would of let me drown. A year before my father teaching me to swim, I did almost drown. The creek between our land and our cousin’s land was flooded out to where the crossing board was not crossable. So, my brother threw sister and I towards my cousin on the other side to catch us. I unfortunately, fell in the middle of the creek.  I heard my brother scream, “snake cottonmouth”  panicked and almost drowned had he not jumped in to save me.

This becomes part of them how they survive.  It is a learning behavior that others including the caregiver that neglected them perceive as crazy behavior when it was there neglecting that helped form this pattern of learning. A psychologist can spot this child as a genius in disguise. The parent(caregiver) sees them as a defect. This causes more and more distance between the two and differing views until they love one another but hurt each other unintentionally. The parent neglects and verbally abuses, and the child cries more, isolates, and disassociates. The parent views child as defiant crazy and dangerous.  This child has in fact adapted to environment so the crazy one is the parent whom is abusive. No child at age six should have a cut on knee that takes over a year to heal. But I can say without this harsh of neglect I most likely would of never notice it as being neglect at all and mind would not of disassociated. My mind not only disassociated but searched to find answers and associated to dictionaries media news other families at a very young age. As the child turns into adult, the cry is replaced with seeking help from doctors, lawyers, preachers, and teachers.  The child does not seek help from the neglecting caregiver anymore. The child adapted.  This unfortunately, strangely angers not only the caregiver but anyone who knows the caregiver as well; because they cared for the others in a way only known to them.

The neglected child has no clue at all what it is like to fall down and then receive a hug.  This child can only imagine it is like the best feeling ever.  They only know if they fall the caregiver will scold them and neglect their wound.  Then while adapting,  and try their best to never fall and become frightened of standing on a ladder.   For there is no one, not even the “caregiver” cares that you fell down. This feeling of neglect and frightfulness is enhanced due to you are chosen not forced into the family by birth but adopted told as young as can remember that you are special, so the adapting child searches reasons why if I am so special does she not care? What is severely wrong with me?

It is clearly not the things she sees, because I never fell again and hurt my knee like that as a child; lol, but I have as grownup lots of times. I have adapted some to not be quite as afraid of falling.  Without mistakes, how do you know where to even begin to improve?  These are questions my mind constantly has that are only answered back by my own thoughts and research; for anything said to the caregiver, I was told I was talking back and spanked. The only word allowed was yes mam. I was not even allowed to say no mam.  I was spanked into agreeing to everything she said.  She was clearly wrong; and on occasion, I would scream the truth to her. My opinion does matter and would clearly help her also if she would just hear the words no matter if I was spanked. My mind thought the louder the better; because Dad, marine master sergeant, always screamed to make a point. So, I seen that it worked for him.   When trying to make a point, I screamed at her with all I had in me to desperately try for her to hear my words. This only made things worse. I became a devil to her not only a talker backer.  Now, I am among crazy possessed; for now, she screams at me get the behind me Satan.

So now as teenager, cut all communication from her except what she says to me and only answer her in truth no matter if she does not believe me or spanked for saying no mam. I took a spank for her asking me if I took her sewing scissors at the age of 16. I truthfully said no mam and received spank. I wonder if I would of lie and told her what she believe to be the truth if I would of received spank?

Nathaniel Ryan Gregg

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Halfway Finished with Intro to Business :)

Sheridan 1978-1984 Freewrite not finished just taking break:)

I know this sounds like fiction my whole “real” life but is completely true. I can relate to Jesus in so many ways.  I never realize writers had to come up with things to write about to make it “literature” My real life is literature literally.  People keep asking me over on this site where do I come up with my ideas? My source? It is all my life every bit of it except two post that I posted of my daughters college papers because I am proud momma. I love her so much. So If I flunk Literature class this semester you will know why I am totally Naive until last semester that literature is fiction.  This is how dumb I am in english I never looked up the meaning of literature before this year. Because I always knew the meaning of the word literal and thought these two correlated.

“1. written material such as poetry, novels, essays, etc., esp works of imagination characterized by excellence of style and expression and by themes of general or enduring interest”   This brings me to tears to learn also because this is my mothers favorite quote to me even to this day” Lori Ann you are just imagining things”
I imagine a world of perfect peace, love, happiness for the real peace not my mom’s view of peace.  Sorry mom but I do not like war, killing, abuse and hatred no disrespect. But yes you are the person who helped form my opinions by your actions. For that I have respect, without your devil’s advocate veiws I would not have anything at all to talk about which is not nice to gossip but these are not gossip the real truth exposed whether you like it or not I am stating it for your benefit not your downfall.  I love you as much as you could possibly imagine. Do you even imagine mom? Maybe you should try it sometime.

ThesaurusLegend:  Synonyms Related Words Antonyms
Verb 1. imagine– form a mental image of something that is not present or that is not the case; “Can you conceive of him as the president?”

create by mental act, create mentally – create mentally and abstractly rather than with one’s hands
envision, fancy, picture, visualize, image, visualise, figure, see, project – imagine; conceive of; see in one’s mind; “I can’t see him on horseback!”; “I can see what will happen”; “I can see a risk in this strategy”
visualise, visualize – form a mental picture of something that is invisible or abstract; “Mathematicians often visualize”
envision, foresee – picture to oneself; imagine possible; “I cannot envision him as President”
fantasise, fantasize – portray in the mind; “he is fantasizing the ideal wife”
prefigure – imagine or consider beforehand; “It wasn’t as bad as I had prefigured”
think – imagine or visualize; “Just think–you could be rich one day!”; “Think what a scene it must have been!”
fantasise, fantasize, fantasy – indulge in fantasies; “he is fantasizing when he says he plans to start his own company”
daydream, dream, woolgather, stargaze – have a daydream; indulge in a fantasy
2. imagine– expect, believe, or suppose; “I imagine she earned a lot of money with her new novel”; “I thought to find her in a bad state”; “he didn’t think to find her in the kitchen”; “I guess she is angry at me for standing her up”

anticipate, expect – regard something as probable or likely; “The meteorologists are expecting rain for tomorrow”
suspect – hold in suspicion; believe to be guilty; “The U.S. suspected Bin Laden as the mastermind behind the terrorist attacks”
Based on WordNet 3.0, Farlex clipart collection. © 2003-2012 Princeton University, Farlex Inc.”
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You imagine what you desire and it becomes a reality.  You think seriously on how to do bad. I have heard you countless times “well I oughta””Let me just put a stop to” “this is what you tell them” “this is just a white lie” “Daddy does not know I have this money” “this is not the real balance in the checkbook” I have heard you caculate how to do people meaness. You plan things out to  bring about saddness in someone’s life then sit back and laugh and brag that someone you do not like gets hurt or not doing good.  “you get what you deserve” “Haha””Be sure your sins will find you out” NONE of these things are nice mom these are the things to be repenting of not bragging about.   When you fill your brain full of good thoughts like philipians 4:8 whatsoever things are honest, pure, just, of good report ——well when you think of this, this will become your desires. If you truly love God, he gives you these desires. If you believe in this that is faith and it can move a mountain if your heart is right and at least the size of a mustard seed.
 I thankyou also for taking me to Missionettes as a child for I have said this prayer everynight since fourteen years old before I go to bed at night.  Phillipians 4:8 was the last thing I got to learn as a missionette before you totally stopped the program at the church.
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I moved to Sheridan the spring toward the ending second grade. May 1978 only 2 weeks left in the school year I had already learned cursive writing by then they hadn’t. They had learned multiplication and division.  I had not. In two weeks, I learned it so well that I have always excelled in math.  Advanced classes and put in algebra I in the 8th grade. During this first two weeks of starting a new school I was pushed down on the play ground due to my color back then I tanned with my sister in the sun everyday so yes I was darker than a lot of blacks in those days. I went to the nurse and she cleansed my knee.  I was so excited at the time to learn the math I knew I would be alright as long as I spend recess alone. Things went a little better due to I am adopted into a german family. I was very blessed to have my blonde hair hazel eyed sister only 6 months younger and in 1st grade at the time, or I am sure the push downs on the playground would of lasted longer.   I had not one friend while at school though, until 8th grade 1983. Theresa Larson I shall never forget her.    I spent every overnight day I could at her house.  Her dad is the owner of whiterock so at her house back in the day when MTV first hit television she had this.  We would sit up all night long watching cable television on MTV.  I never knew what cable tv was until I met her. We listened to Boy George, Duran Duran, Cindy Lauper, Madonna, Prince you had every album.   This school goes strictly by test scores and grades to be placed in the advance classes.  


 The sex part of the abuse started this year 1978. The snuggling was all it was until this year. Until this year I thought, my Dad was the greatest man alive despite his authoritative voice from being a Marine Master Sergeant for 24 years straight home from the war. I was always a Daddy’s girl. I have always been his favorite before and after the abuse. I love my father even after the abuse for I know and realize even then that war could drive a person crazy. From all the war movies I sat and watched with my father I knew this. He never spoke of the war but watched every movie(<–this is the movie I asked him about if it was really like this) there is about it. I would ask Daddy was that how it really is?( the man screaming is a master sergeant this is what my dad was after 24 years he has friends still in that were under him that became general) He would say yes only 10 times worse. I wish my therapist Mr. Ernest Wahrburg could have greeted my Dad off the plane.

SCHREINER, ANDREW M., JR. Synopsis: The President of the United States takes pleasure in presenting the Silver Star Medal to Andrew M. Schreiner, Jr. (1438592), Sergeant, U.S. Marine Corps, for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action while serving with Marine Attack Squadron 214 (VMA-214), 1st Marine Aircraft Wing, in connection with combat operations against the enemy in the Republic of Vietnam on October 28, 1965. By his courage, aggressive fighting spirit and steadfast devotion to duty in the face of extreme personal danger, Sergeant Schreiner upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the United States Naval Service. Home Town: Denver, Colorado

My father never discussed the war with me much at all just watched the movies.  I know he won this award and I overheard a conversation that it was because he picked up a live bomb and threw it saving him and others around him. He threw it off a plane.   He retired from marines after 20 years then was called back to go overseas in the war for 4 more years.   He is semper fi all the way and would probably go to war today if someone allowed him to do it.  Colorado is the state where my oldest brother was born (1958).  The family lived in Hawaii when my next brother was adopted.  He was born 6 years later(1964).    I was born in Phoenix and my family living in Yuma, Arizona when I was born (1970.)  Sister was born 6 months later(1971) still living in Yuma.    We were living at Chery Point, North Carolina at the age of my first rememberence when I was 3(1973).  I do not remember the move much except. I remember blue station wagon and going over a very tall bridge.  So I do have very slight recollection of the move.  So I would say very close to me being 3 is when we moved to North Carolina.

 Not only the war could make him crazy but this I did not learn until I was 15 when my Dad gave me a formal apology for the first time due to my Dad was about to divorce mom. Daddy came to me and asked when we divorce where do you want to live? I said without any hesitation with you Daddy because he stopped abusing me remained a great Father in my eyes. My mom was continuously abusive towards me. Andrew Michael Schreiner said, “if you live with me your mother is going to bring up the abuse in your childhood; I want you to know that I am truely sorry for what I did the reason I did that is because your mother never had sex with me after Lisa was born and also because you are adopted” I knew already he was truly sorry for what he had done due to he had never done anymore to me after the day of my mom catching him redhanded at 8 years old in the bathroom. So I said to my father ” Daddy I know your sorry- you never did that anymore. If you leave momma please, I beg you, do not leave me here!”During this time my Dad was living in the RV on the Arsenal for months, the house we lived in that was the nicest house ever on Crossroad(<—this is one of the houses on that street, ours was a 4 br rock and cedar 2 acre front yard) was up for sale. We were neighbors to Dr. Shaka Khan who lived up the street on Dyson Rd. Which I thought was the coolest thing ever due to the song “Chaka Khan”. I never met the Dr. but would always look into that yard every time we passed by. I would see glimpse of his wife with scarf over her head and a tiny dot on her forehead. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There are not many people in the whole world that can say they lived up the street from a Dr. Shaka Khan. 

 Chaka Khan    Shaka   Khan

 My sister a tomboy was a momma’s girl. Her being the tomboy I realize now must have somehow enforced my mom’s favoritism towards her due to her wanting her to behave like a lady so much for my sister would wear boy clothes and even go shirtless and in 1st grade get in argument with mom loudly saying,” if boys can go shirtless, I can go shirtless.” My dear sister was a two by two board figure. Somehow I admired my sister for being able to talk like this to my mom. I never had this luxury ever in my life. My mom gave in to my sister which never happened to me in my life either. I have always had to say nothing but yes mam no matter what or “Lori Ann don’t talk back to me”. Anyways that very day was a new training bra for me so I then very greatly greatly admired my sister for this outburst. I could not wait to train my little buds I was the most girly girl you ever did see in your life. Pink has always been my color. At age 14, mom ask us girls what color do we want our carpet in our room? Lisa chose blue/ I chose pink. My mom did the pink flower curtains also. I have always loved flowers so much. To this day, my sister can’t stand flowers as decorations so naturally she had plain blue curtains.


yea this is just really the first sentence of introducing the town of Sheridan what this post is really about.  I want to include in this post the facts of this small white town in rural South at the time I lived there  1. a sundowner town until the year 1985 2. the nearest towns to them are predominately black populations 3. The tree capital of the world 4.  President Clinton was the Governor when redistricting finally made a difference in the black/white school system. I feel as though this is President Clinton’s Greatest accomplishment knowing the evil he was up against personally. 5. More successful suicides occur in this all white town then anywhere.  Realize back then that it was not allowed for news to publish minors suicides.  But a few are published the most drastic but during my years lived there suicide and death was almost a common occurance 6. The school and children there are buckwild and never listen to the teachers in class but always rank the highest on all test scores. 7.  This town includes in its school district even though not part of it’s county even the EASTend of Little ROCK students from grades 5th to 12th.  This is a very wealthy neighborhood. A two story house here is Gheto they have 4 story houses in this neighborhood.  They bused these students to Sheridan an all white town from an all white neighborhood in Littlerock Saline county to be sure to go to an all white school Sheridan Grant County 18.4 miles oneway and provided the cadillac of buses to do it on.  These buses back then were airconditioned with the flat nose and radio.  This whole time during these years were people redisticting and busing blacks to white schools and fights and etc to make sure fair school for all colors.  This was the current events on the Arkansas news channels all these years I lived there.

I want to do this in a way that is about real true events of my life(2/2012 post) like a biography with these real facts included into the story so this would be you say a book really.  lol the longest thing I have ever written was only 12 pages. This when completed will be thousands of pages prob but who knows.  That paper that I wrote the 12 pages made F on it so I am clearly not that great a writer.  Anyone is welcome to use this information however they like for I am telling my story of my life for the GOOD OF EVERYBODY:) And to God please give all the GLORY of my life.

Advanced Composition discussion

“Anemia, an easily reversible feature of end-stage renal disease, is an independent risk factor for clinical and echocardiographic cardiac disease, as well as mortality in end-stage renal disease patients.” (Robert N. Foley, 1996). Anemia in End stage renal disease patients can be easily managed. With the help of Epogen medication, the disease process is decreased. Patients suffer less cardiac diseases added to the renal disease. This will allow the patients to continue to be healthier than without the epogen. With the patients healthier less other medications will be needed. Patients with added heart disease are on multiple medications. Cardiac disease also includes more expensive procedures like cardiac caths, bypass surgery, and valve replacements. Pacemakers are common to help cardiac patients heart stay in rhythm. Not only is the expense more costly for sicker patients, the patients can no longer enjoy life as much being sick. Quality is poor. The quality can become so poor that walker, wheelchair, oxygen tank are now needed to go or do anything. Now the patient with extra medical conditions no longer qualifies for transplant. This patient will always be dependent on dialysis. Now with the cost of epogen saved through decreasing the dose, patients are sicker and costing more.


Yes I think the bullying is a coping mechanism set in from the home experience, and now it might be just automatic. The person may not realize it is wrong at all anymore. This is very dangerous. Unremorsfulness is a sign that it is leading from mal-adaptive behavior to psychopathic behavior. It could continue to worsen especially if no one speaks up about the bully. The child being bullied might be too scared to say anything. The adults need to observe and put a stop to it however possible.


I wonder do the people that are not able to get the narcotic turn to other drugs or street drugs? Will these cause seekers to go to multiple physicians and pharmacies? Could this lead to the premature deaths we hear about that overdosed on multiple medications?



Advance Composition discussion

What is a prospectus and why do you believe that it is important to the writing process? Conduct some independent research and post an example of a prospectus.

A prospectus is a formal introduction to a research paper. It includes the thesis and questions that are proposed. It includes who is involved in the process of answering the questions. It includes the purpose for finding the answers. The prospectus also includes table of contents, summary, and bibliography.

The prospectus helps the writer organize what is being researched and to decide what is necessary to find answers for the questions. It will also help the writer to see what is confusing and not necessary. The prospectus is not only helpful to the writer but also to the reader. It will help a reader decide if the research is worth reading, or if they would like to explore further.

I am interested in the topic of the cost of epogen vs. cost of what Medicare will pay for a dialysis patient. What does epogen cost? What does epogen do? Why is epogen necessary for dialysis patients? What hemoglobin level is mandatory for Medicare reimbursement? Why is there not a generic for epogen? Can patients get a transplant without using epogen and getting blood transfusions?

Working Thesis:

I am wanting to find out why the cost of the medication Epogen is so expensive that it is costing Medicare so much to reimburse that they are placing mandatory Hgb levels for reimbursement, but at the same time, the cost of the Epogen to keep the Hemoglobin at a pay level is too much for the clinic to afford without the reimbursement. Will patients get sicker and require more healthcare that will increase payments without the Epogen? More hospitalizations etc…..

Here is a copy I found of a prospectus:

Click to access ProspectusExample.pdf


By reading your example I can clearly see how this will help focus the researcher’s writing. The organization of the paper can be determined also due to there is so much information that you want to look at all the information and place it in the paper in the order that makes sense to the reader. It also gives validation as to why it is being researched in the first place. In the end of the prospectus the writer might determine that it is better left alone. After all research is sifted the arguments on both sides a compromise might be reached. You never know what might happen until the research ends. On another point, with the research recorded and written down others might decide to research more on that topic also.



Advanced Composition



God’s Will

Analytical Writing


By Lori Schreiner

I am attracted to “God’s Will” by Martina McBride because of the use of metaphors.  Her use of a boy with the last name of a verb will that can also be used as a noun is what allows me to see this as a metaphor. You can interchange the words God’s will with love, and it becomes clearer.   God wills good things for my life that are most of the time unexpected.   I think I will learn after reading this song that God’s will is love.

The song “God’s Will” by Martina McBride is one of my favorites.  It makes me think of how God’s will, love, is so simple to find right in front of us.  We search, wonder and think about  God’s will in our life.  We do this only to discover all along God’s will is love.   God’s will, love, does not always come in the shape and form that we expect. “He was dressed as a bag of leaves” God’s Will, love, does not always come at the time we expect. “I met God’s Will on a Halloween night” God’s will, love, is always happy to see you no matter what the circumstances. “His smile was as bright as the August sun” God’s will, love, is different from the norm. “He don’t do the things that the other kids do” When you are in God’s will, love; you will be happy.  “And we’d all laugh like I hadn’t laughed since I don’t know when” You discover God’s will, love, after you have found it not before or after.

God’s will is love.  It is a moment that you just know in your heart.  That moment of discovery is when the boy writes on a napkin in crayon red me and God love you.  God’s will, love, is a gift that might not last forever.  Humans are not perfect.  The love was right there the whole time and recognizable at that one moment. It happened to where there was no time to share the news of finding it. “I never got to tell her that the boy showed me the truth.”

This song compares God’s will to a handicapped boy named will.  God’s will is love.  Love for our life is not perfect as we as humans are not perfect.  God’s will, love, does not meet man’s standards but God’s standards.  Love is God’s will.  Love is not something that money can buy, but is a gift to be treasured.  “each day that I have him”LOVE”well it’s just another gift”


God’s Will lyrics

I met God’s Will on a Halloween night
He was dressed as a bag of leaves
It hid the braces on his legs at first

His smile was as bright as the August sun
When he looked at me
As he struggled down the driveway, it almost
Made me hurt

Will don’t walk too good
Will don’t talk too good
He won’t do the things that the other kids do,
In our neighborhood

I’ve been searchin’, wonderin’, thinkin’
Lost and lookin’ all my life
I’ve been wounded, jaded, loved and hated
I’ve wrestled wrong and right
He was a boy without a father
And his mother’s miracle
I’ve been readin’, writin’, prayin’, fightin’
I guess I would be still
Yeah, that was until
I knew God’s Will

Will’s mom had to work two jobs
We’d watch him when she had to work late
And we’d all laugh like I hadn’t laughed
Since I don’t know when

Hey Jude was his favorite song
At dinner he’d ask to pray
And then he’d pray for everybody in the world but him


Before they moved to California
His mother said, they didn’t think he’d live
And she said each day that I have him, well it’s just
another gift
And I never got to tell her, that the boy
Showed me the truth
In crayon red, on notebook paper, he’d written
Me and God love you

I’ve been searchin’, prayin’, wounded, jaded
I guess I would be still
Yeah that was until…
I met God’s Will on a Halloween night
He was dressed as a bag of leaves


Song God’s Will by Martina McBride, retrieved 5/16/2012

Advanced Composition

“Live Like You Were Dyin'”, by Tim Mcgraw-recorded the same month that his father died of a brain tumor.
This song makes me stop to think how I am living at every moment of my life. The very beginning the person dying is in his early 40s with a lot of life before me. Then the news stopped him “on a dime” The son then ask for his advice what did you do after getting the news of dying? His answer is he did all the things that he hadn’t done before. My favorite one is that “I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu. It seems to mean to me that he won against dyin by living the things that he loves. He realizes the most important things are to love and forgive. “tommorrow is a gift and you have an eternity to think about what you would do with it” When you think about tommorrow as a gift with an enternity of what to do with that gift, it makes me want to spend my life as “I were dying” giving as much as I can to as many people as I can. Sometimes giving as much as you can means you need to eat healthy, exercise and say no sometimes. In the big scheme of things will allow you to give the most because you will live longer.

He said I was in my early 40’s,
With a lot of life before me,
And a moment came that stopped me on a dime.
I spent most of the next days, lookin’ at the x-rays,
Talkin’ ’bout the options and talkin’ ’bout sweet time.
Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end.
How’s it hit ya, when you get that kind of news.
Man what ya do.
And he says,


I went sky divin’,
I went rocky mountain climbin’,
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I’ve been denying,
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin’.

He said I was finally the husband,
That most the time I wasn’t.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have.
And all the sudden goin’ fishing,
Wasn’t such an imposition.
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well I finally read the good book,
And I took a good long hard look at what I’d do
If I could do it all again.
And then.


Like tomorrow was a gift and you’ve got eternity
To think about what you do with it,
What could you do with it, what can
I do with with it, what would I do with it.

Sky divin’,
I went rocky mountain climbin’,
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fumanchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I watched an eagle as it was flyin’.
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin’.

To live like you were dyin’.
To live like you were dyin’.
To live like you were dyin’.
To live like you were dyin’.


Advanced Composition discussion

In the essay, Assimilation American Style, by Peter Stalins, the pitch is that America in a sense is not a melting pot due to the freedoms to maintain and have the rights of your native culture. So each culture maintains their own ethnicity through laws in place to rightfully practice their ways. He argues that with no melting there is not in a sense an “American” culture only different ethnic societies. At the end Stalins contemplates that to fit in a group you need to conform to the majority.

In the essay, The Fearof Losing a Culture, by Richard Rodriguez, the pitch is that Hispanics have assimilated until their original culture is becoming unknown. You are finding more and more of the Mexican Americans in movies, comedy, plays, music, etc… Not only is the original culture becoming lost Mexicans are putting there mark into the melting pot. Rodriguez complaints the point that Mexicans had experienced melting in Mexico before arriving to America, and that Mexicans come here for niceties that are not found in Mexico. They like the nice things here and melt into the pot easily.

When reading Rodriguez’s essay, I surmised that he is concerned that the identity is already lost all together of Indian and Spanish. That already the Mexican is both cultures. That when looking at the Mexican already you cannot tell which one is the most dominate. The Mexican learned to assimilate well before arriving to United States. Now comes to US for nicer things and loses more culture easily.




Advance Composition Discussion

“Traditional depictions of the family present it as a voluntary site of intimacy and warmth, but it also functions as a site of consumption.”

Customary portrayals of the family show the loved ones as an unpaid position of understanding and sincerity, but it also operates as a position of depletion.

The key words unpaid position and position of depletion indicate that the much loved ones that are unpaid are the ones that will deplete everything. Love gives and gives until there is nothing left. Therefore the family will deplete it resources.

I think it is trying to tell us in order to replenish you must say no sometimes. Like do not give to a child throwing a temper tantrum. You must give love and punishment for the family to last. That goes for everyone in the family. It is a give and take situation. If you only give them everything, you will run out. This concept is for whatever income level you are at. If I was a billionaire, my children I would still want to give everything. I would still have to tell them no even if I could afford everything they want. Example “no you can’t drink and drive”. This is a love even more than the giving. This is a love to keep them alive and a better life.


What you say or write about has always happened or was thought about before being said or written. Now that it is said, it brings back memories or stimulates memories. The mind is amazing. I like your paraphrase very much. It helps me to understand the sentence more.



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