social responsibility

I wanted to be a different kind of parent. One that would break free of the societal norms and give my children a purer out look on life.

I am shy. There-I said it. I have been shy for as long as I can remember. I have few friends that stick around with me, because they are alittle shy too. When I hang out with my friends, I am not quiet at all. I am outgoing and funny. Someone who I would like to be all the time. So, why am I shy around everyone else?

I joined the United States Army in March of 2001 with an enlistment of six years in the Army Reserve and two years in the Inactive Ready Reserve. Just this past week my term in the Army has been reduced to just one more year. With that date crossed off I began reflecting upon some of the events that have affected me due to my participation in the Army.

I have to say something, and I don't care how many people hear it, just as long as someone does.

Hypocricy: crying out about Darfur and Kenya while avoiding eye contact and crossing the road to purposely ignore the homeless man sitting on the sidewalk asking for change. Or maybe he's just sitting there.

I know, I know. Darfur and Kenya are far away.

I’ve stayed after school many a time. The debate team needs leading and however Urkel that makes me, it turns out to be my life on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

To escape the idiocy that embodies several of our team members, my partner in crime and I escape to the girls’ restroom.

I remember it like it was yesterday...

This is my summary and opinion that I wrote today...It is for my sociology class and the paper that I read has the title "Racism Will Always Be With Us," written by Derrick Bell: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derrick_Bell