"Language does not exist apart from thought, and thought does not exist apart from language; they are one and the same."
James Berlin--Rhetoric and Reality
This week, force yourself to become aware of language. Take an hour to explore your community or city with a notebook and pen. While you're on this scenic tour, take in the sights and sounds of language. Notice how text is used in your communities... street signs, advertisements, graffiti, storefronts. Notice dialogue between friends and strangers and your elders. Observe body language and facial expressions. Watch how language shifts as you move into different settings: A cafe, a club, a party, the classroom, a bank, your job.
In your post, describe a scene as it unfolds. Choose a gas station, a market, a soccer game, a bus ride, a street corner, a movie theatre, a clothing store. When you submit your observation, however, include more than striking scene description or dialogue. Attempt to notice what language emerges from the environment. How does it inform or shape your personal reactions? Consider how your own life experiences, attitude, beliefs, doubts, or wants color your reflection. Most important, make the connection and find the shape of language.
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An 18th century English novelist and dramatist wrote a pen is mightier than the sword. However, 20th century school children defend themselves from verbal assaults by taunting. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me, at one end.
"One Conversation I heard from a friend in the park".....
Ashkan- Hey did you get down with him?
Raja- Get down with who?
Ashkan- Yeah, the one who touched your girl? That weak ass bitch...
Raja- no man, relax.
Ashkan- well you got to beat him down for touching your sister.
Raja- no man its his boyfriend
Ashkan- alright, im just watching out for you dawg. I'm going to get some food, ill see you later... peace
As he left, I was stunned on the fact that "girl" was raja sister. It is extremely hard now a day to understand a conversation well because there are many unique dialogues used. I am surprised people are not using the correct way of speech anymore. It is destroying our form of language and communication. We need to talk more efficiently by using correct verbs. The media and the television are teaching kids, it is fine to talk slang and it is not fine.
Language seems to be very powerful, while at the other, language seems ineffective. Children may be taught to defend themselves with an adage, but in reality language is powerful and shapes the way we perceive our lives, culture, and world. In fact, the power of language is most evident in the way it reflects our values about people who influence us in our society or life. The shape of our language can be determined by what types of music we listen to or what class of person we are. Many consider the shape of your language on what we wear or utter. In the intervening time others assume by observation of your body language or facial expressions. Others judge you on your family or friends. But other consider what you like doing. Anything can be judged on a certain time to be measured to classify your shape of language. On my early experiences in life, I have been diagnosed OCD which can reflect highly on my words of action. Lately I have been keeping a diary and it helps me tremendously. I write everything I experience on my second, minute, hour, or day. A simple smile from a person or a day of brutal anxiety and depression. Sometimes words can be the strongest weapon you will ever use in life in my opinion.
This weekend I was traveling to RESEDA. I was traveling by myself. I was scared of traveling in the metro. This was a chance to get over the fear...
As I got to the entrance of the train i walk and i could feel people staring at me looking for a seat. I sat in one of the seats next to a woman who was sick. The train moved and we were already in the next stop. A lady walks in the door practically running to catch the train. She sat next to some other ladies.
They started talking about their jobs. Lady #1 translated from Spanish to English... oh my god you should have seen how work was on Friday... my boss painted her daughters face with some make up for Halloween...
She then was leaving to take the little girl to a costume contest... when I hear her asking me over and over again have you seen the make up a left it there... #2nd lady oh really and what did you tell her? #1 she asked me so many times that I got mad at her and raised my voice at her since there is some one else also working there who never does any thing while I’m cleaning. She was the one who moved the lil girls make up...up to my bosses room... #2 she looked so sleepy... #1 yeah my boss finally noticed the other worker does nothing at all.. I was mad but I said I was sorry for raising my voice... #2 yeah well at least she not like other peoples bosses #3 yeah like **** she workers on the weekends and her bosses never pays her on time... she does everything in that house ... and he dares to call her stupid..#1 I tell you they abuse the fact we need work to pay our bills ...#2 they don’t even pay well...
As I was listening I thought to my self wow is this what my mom goes threw see I’m not ashamed to say this, but she also cleans houses and takes care of children. The people who she has been working with have lately abuse the fact that my mother cleans their home does their laundry and even takes care of their children b. My mom doesn’t need that treatment and nether do those ladies.
Great posts, so far. The language of suffering in the most common places, a clothing store, a park, the train. What else?
It’s 1 P.M and I am seated in a bus stop at the corner of Alvarado and Olympic. All the people around here are Latinos, most of them are waiting for the bus and the rest are just walking to their destination. In this corner I can see that the streets are full of graffiti and that the streets are dirty. All the signs around here are in Spanish and all the business are Latinos too. There are this two guys having a conversation about their job and it sounds interesting, let me get closer to see what the conversation is about. They are speaking Spanish, so I will do my best to translate.
Guy1: like I tell you I been here in this fucken country for 5 years working my ass off trying to save money to build my house in my town in Mexico.
Guy2: I been doing the same thing for 3 years working two jobs and saving as much as I can because I miss my family and I want to see them again soon.
Guy 1: how many kids do you have?
Guy2: I have 5 kids 3 girls and 2 boys
Guy1: fuck you have a lot of kids you must miss them a lot.
Guy2: yeah I do miss them a lot that’s why I want to save as much I can in order to live this fucken country once and for all.
Guy1: yeah I want to do the same thing I am tire of living in this country like a rat, being discriminated by the fucken gringos thinking they are better than us.
Guy2:yeah my boss is a fucken gringo that pay us minimum wage because we don’t have papers I work almost 12 hours a day for him and he has never pay me extra time.
Guy1: that’s fuck dop yeah that’s why I want to live this fucken place already, I am just going to work one more year and I am going back to Mexico and you.
Guy2: honestly I don’t know I miss my family, but I also want to save enough money that way I would never come back.
The bus is coming and they got into the bus, this conversation made me realize how people suffer a lot because they don’t have their families here and the only thing that keeps them with hope is that one day they would return with their families with a good amount of money and that they are going to live a better life. This kind of conversations make me realize that I am a very lucky person because I have all my family together and because I have never suffer what is like to live your love ones far from you. that’s why I want to finish school and succeed in life that way I would never have to suffer from something like this in my life.
`It's Monday, November 3, 2008, and I'm on the #6 SMC bus going home after a busy day at SMC. It's been cold and raining intermittently all day. The 3:55 P.M. SMC bus is quiet eventhough there are many students on the bus. I only hear the annoying sound of the air conditioner."Stop Requested," is sounded from the bus as we proceed down Ocean Park Blvd. in Santa Monica. It's still quiet on the bus with no loud talking as there usually is when I ride the college bus. I feel relaxed without all the extra jabbering. I thank the bus driver for the very safe ride home and she replies, "Thank You and Be careful." It is almost dusk as I walk the two blocks towards home, the time change really makes a big difference now that we changed our clocks back one hour. I have to be really careful to get home earlier because I have no night vision because of RP. I hear the sound of birds chirpping in the trees as I am moving along to get home before dark. The sweet sound of the music from the trees seems to drownd out the noise from the busy Venice Blve. As I turn down my street, quiet sets in and I look up and see the sunset over the horizon with the bright Fall colors of blues and grey and yellows. Now, I am almost home,and I smile to myself as I see little ghosts hanging from the neighbors bushes,I had so much fun giving out trick 'o treat candy to the children on Halloween last Friday night. Now I am finally at my front door,and I am alone and happy to have a few minutes to relax by myselt before Skip, my husband brings dinner home from Taco Bell.
Well I am standing on the crossing streets of Wilshire and Vermont. I am waiting for the 920 which is the express bus to go to school. Well I decided that I didn't want to go on the 6:40a.m. bus. I figured that I would just wait for the one that I thought would pass at 6:45a.m. Well it didn't pass at that time. Well i couldn't do anything but wait so I just waited. But while I waited I took off my earphones and listened to people's conversation. There was one that was more interesting than the rest.(They spoke Spanish so I'm translating it in English)
lady#1:you won't believe it. what happened to me.
lady#2:What happened?
lady#1:Well I was going to work to sell the food and the man that delivers the food to me got into an accident.
lady#2:I don't believe it.How iss he?
lady#1:Well I don't know but I am worried about the food because I have to sell it somehow.
lady#2:But don't you care about how the man is?
lady#1:Well yes but I need to work. And besides I have been here since 6:05a.m. and the other man who is supposed to bring me the food hasn't arrived..
lady#2:Well I hope the man is alright and that he isn't injured too badly.How bout you?
lady#1:Oh yeah me too. Oh look there's the man with my delivery. Well I'll see you another day. Have a good day.
lady#2:Yeah you too..
Well after I heard this conversation I was surprised that the lady was worrying more about the food instead of the man that had been in an accident. I just think that sometimes are too into their own lives that they don't even put mind to the other people that are there also. I understand that you have to sell the food in order for you to make some kind of a living. But that should be no reason to not have feelings and just be cold hearted.
I went to work today like any other day greeted customers, helped with their concerns, and answered questions. But today two black women walked into my store this isn’t an unusual occurrence, it was just the language they related to me or wanted me to see. The walked in one was wearing a white sweat suite that was too small and the other plain jeans and a white polo shirt.
When to two walked into the store I greeted them immediately with a warn welcome. Neither of the women acknowledged my presence they acted as if they had not heard a word I said. Now this isn’t something that doesn’t happen often either so I didn’t think anything of it. As they made their way deeper into the store one of the women noticed a gold watch in one of the cases and admired it. As I went over to ask if she wanted to see the watch she still acted as if she didn’t hear me. Ignoring me she began a conversation with the other lady:
Lady 1: Girl look at this gold watch it is clowning!
Lady 2: Yeah girl that shit is bomb.
Lady one takes a moment and glances out of the corner of her eye quickly toward me, so again I attempt do you want to know the price of the watch. Lady 2 cuts me off quickly talking directly to one of the other team members that’s almost on the other side of the store:
Lady 2: Do you guys have those black boots with that design at the top? In a very sweet and timid voice. The other associate went on to explain why we didn’t have the boots in stock and she listened attentively. The two ladies left the store chatting amongst themselves.
Language? What language was my body expressing that my words didn’t quite let out? Personally I’m not really sure, but it was amazing. I was the first to openly greet the women and the first to be shot down. In our culture we have lost the language of common decency and communality. Our language has evolved from Thank You and Hello to just plain blindness to our surroundings. To feel the language of oppression and perseverance in the same moment is truly a blessing. Language is being lost, lost in blank faces and unacknowledged smiles. The warmth that should be felt when two being connects for a brief moment isn’t sparking because our language isn’t universal anymore.
Today as usual I rode the bus to school. My mom and I rode on the same bus. As we got on the bus we both sat down. I sat next to a black young man and my mom sat next to a lady. The bus took off, as the bus got to the next stop an elderly lady got on the bus. My mom got up and offered her seat to the lady as self respect. As soon as my mom got up I got up to give my mom my seat, but the black young men got up and offered his seat to my mom. My mom and I said thank you and smiled at him. This was unusual because it’s rare to see people being respectful now and days. Everywhere you go, try to smile at people and you wont receive the same greeting back. People tent to forget the respect in which we should all have for each other. One time as I was at work two black girls came into the store. I was busy fixing an object when the first girl came in. I looked up and said hi and smiled at her, she responded said hi and returned the smile. The second girl came in and I welcomed her into the store as I did to the first girl. For some reason the second girl looked at me bad and said “you cant even come into the store without people looking at you, thinking were going to steal something”. I was confused by her respond, in my opinion never at any point I seemed to delivered that message. I conclude to say that the young black men made me have hope, now I continue to greet people with my smile and show self respect to each human being whether I get the same response or a negative one.
Language to me is very powerful. People can express themselves in many ways, such as writing, face expression, and body language. People tent to judge you as in the way you speak, and act. When you see people who speak properly and can express themselves in an effective way, you tent to think good about the person. While you see other people who speak slang English and have a hard time expressing themselves because of grammatical issues, you tent to not really care much of what that person has to say. Language to me is a form in which people can communicate well with others.
Ever since I started driving, I don’t really take the metro these days anymore. But today Wednesday November the 5th I did. As I got to the metro station on Willow/Long Beach Blvd Station, just a few blocks down my house I see these two Mexican teenagers approaching to the train as well as I was. One of the kids looked to me like if he was around 15 wearing a blue LA jacket and the other one around 16 wearing a black one. So as I sat down on the train, they sit in front of me. They guy with the blue jacket starts talking about this girl he hooked up with at a party in Compton.
Bluejacket guy: Hey foo! I forgot to tell ya dawg, I hooked up wit this one fine ass hyna at at a party on Friday foo!
Black jacket guy: Oh for reals, das tight foo, did she have a nice ass?..
Blue jacket guy: yeahhh foo! it was nice and rounded ese!
Black jacket guy: so you just asked her out to dance or wha?
Blue jacket guy: yeahh foo, I was fuckin faded as hell and you know ese when your faded you just don’t give a fuck!..hahahahaha (laughing hard)
Black jacket guy: tell me about it…..(laughed hard)
As I got out of the train on Imperial/Wilmington station to get on the bus, there were many people coming out and it was cold so I started remembering when I was a younger and the things I use to do as those kids are experimenting in the present. I can relate to their story because that’s how I use to tell my party stories. I could easily tell that these two teen-agers felt secure about themselves based on their tone and happiness and confidence. They seemed like normal kids that just live their life to the fullest and enjoy every moment. These days I see and hear many kids at several places talking about this particular topic of “hooking up”. I believe it’s common and it’s on the everyday life routine in L.A.
Well today i whent to the doctor usualy my mom goes with me but this time she"s to far we move to lancaster and i came to school and had to go from school to the doctor. I felt stupid to walk in there by my self well i sat down for a long time untill the lady call my name she ask me normal questions like is your adress still the same stuff like that. I whent to seat back down and this lady was talking to her daugther mom said "im so tired i was fixing and there where a lot of boxes to move juan dirent go today so we had to do it."
daugther said " really well did you have any one to help you?" mom:no it was just me"
daugther:o yeah juan dirent go you should of told some one to help
mom:they dont whant to there lazy plus then they start there rummers.
daughter:for get them is there job you should talk to the manager dont let them do that to you.
Well i notice that they move there hands a lot and every time they dirent like something they would make a diffrent face expression.Well i notice that a face exprecion or a hand movement can tell some one how you feel.
Omg!! My aunt is driving around the neighborhood but all of the sudden people are honking. The only thing that I was thinking Tia you did something. Then she suddenly starts honking. Okay now am so embarrass. My aunt honked out of nowhere.
Me: OMG!! Tia, stop it. It’s really embarrassing.
I have no idea why she honk. It was like she was switch to a new aunt.
Tia: Hey am doing what they r doing.
Everybody in the car was laughing even me it was a little weird of her but it was a crazy act.
Me: Gosh!! Tia, turn the radio on.
So finally we found out all the excitement. Obama won the election.
Okay so I thought all the honking had stop but it didn’t.
Me: ugh!!! Tia. Stop it.
Anyways why are you honking you didn’t vote.
Tia: I wanted him to win.
Okay so this dude just crossed in the middle of the street.he was wearing light clothing so it was easy to spot him
Am so glad he wasn’t ran over by my aunt.
Now we stop at starbucks. i got out of the car.
Gosh!! People are still honking for Obama’s victory
So I join the celebration. I jumped , hoped ,skipped and yelled.
I felt like a little girl that just had her new Barbie doll but it I just did all that for obama’s victory.
So this dude that was cleaning the starbucks was looking at me. It was a weird look. Probably he was saying this chick is isane.
Yeah starbucks was closed so no coffee. What a bummer.
On Wednesday afternoon I was riding the bus going to my job. I sat on the back of the bus. These two men’s were having a conversation about Obama’s triumph as the president of the United States. I was paying attention of what they were talking about I took my note book out and started writing………
Man #1: I voted for Obama too.
Man #2: Me too
Man #1: yeah, he gave out a great speech yesterday.
Man #2: (yelling) I knew he was going to win he beat McCain big time.
Man #1: He beat McCain with a high percentage of votes.
Man #1: We have a black president is funny dough how anyone can be a president now (giggling) even a
Mexican will end up being a president.
Man #2: for sure man.
Man #1: He changed history man he did.
Man #2: His is our first black president yeah and he is one of us.
Man #1: Well (he said getting up) this is my stop see you take care
Man #2: yeah, you too man
Everybody on the bus was silent, some people turned around just to glance at who were the people talking out loud on the bus. This two men’s sound so proud that a person their race had been selected as the president of the United States. On their face expression you can see pride. They would express themselves with so much joy.
Leslie: I need to file the motions, declarations, proposes and the reply by 430 this afternoon. What? No! no! IT HAS TO BE FILE BY TODAY! We only had 2 days to answer their motion to quash! No, no I need a messenger to pick these documents RIGHT AWAY! Ok, I appreciate.
She hangs up the phone, put her right hand on her forehead and took a deep breath, and then grabs the phone again. “David, first legal will pick up the documents and have them file by this afternoon. Yes, they will charge and extra fee for urgency.” She rolls her eyes and calmly says: “ I already told them the we only had 3 days, but they still charge even if we didn’t had enough time to answer the motion.”
Anna sits down on her desk in relieve. She looks at Leslie and nods her head. Leslie hang up the phone.
Anna: Did you file the documents?
Leslie: Oh yeah…it was hell. I just can’t deal with David anymore, you know…. He is so HARD to work with.
Anna: I know. Why do you think I request to switch him 5 years ago?
Leslie: Man, I have to deal with so many things everyday being a single mom. First, I have to wake up the kids, get them dress, feed them, take them to school, and then I have to come to THIS.
Anna: Aw, I know….is too much.
Leslie: Sometimes I just get tired of being all day in front of a computer and jumping every time the phone rings; filing all these documents we waste so much paper.
Anna: We are paper whores!
Leslie: Ja, ja ,ja. That’s a good one.
Anna: Leslie, How can you tell a lawyer is lying?
Leslie: …
Anna: When his lips are moving!
They both laughs for a few seconds and then their fingers continued typing restlessly like if they were put in automatic mode and only stop when the battery runs out.
Language is the string of words that connects us with each other. Language is everywhere at any time and place, even when there is noting to say, silence is language too. In other hand, language is different in many ways. We usually change or modify are expressions and words (language) depending the situation. We don’t use the same language at work as we do with our friends. For example, at the beginning Leslie was talking on the phone with the court clerk and then with the attorney she works for. After that we can see how the way she talks to Anna her co worker and friend changes. Language can be defining in many different ways, as a way of communication, as sounds, symbols, words, the way we move, look, react, feel...the way we transmit our thoughts. Language is EVERYTHING.
Entertaining a conversation at Harold & Belles Restaurant Los Angeles, Ca I keyed in on a multi-cultural group of people conversing on President-Elect Obama.As we all know this past Election Tuesday October 10th 2008 history was made when Presidential Canidate Sen. Barack Obama cleared the polls with three hundred and thirty eight Electoral Votes, two hundred and seventy needed CNN reports.
Caucasian Lady: Wow think the possibilities of what
(Late 20s-30s) America can become with this new
(age) and young African American
President?
African- American Man: I have waited all my life to
(60-70s) to see Dr. King's Dream be
(age) fulfilled. But I never
thought such a thing
would come true to this
extent!
African- American Lady: We as a people must be
(50s-60s) "United" for we have gone
to long "Divided".
As I observe these people I couldn't help but to tear up! America has shown that We our ready for "Change" in such away as coming together no matter what your ethnicity is for "We are more alike than we are different". The Language of the three individuals differed in such a way as the young caucasian lady believed in the possibilities of an African-American being President whereas the older African-American man was pretty much in doubt of such a thing even being possible. What I gather is because of America early on this Man has been shaped into believing this would never be possible or even happen in America. This young caucasian lady has been taught or maybe like many of the young african-american generation believes that anything is possible with taking chances and putting your mind to it.
The middle school students of John Adams are very diverse. I see many groups of kids as they wait to get picked up from their parents. Many groups that include black, latino, asian, and white kids in one single group. I am proud to see such a diverse group with differences in religion, ethnic background, and personality. I look upon one of the groups just to see if in fact they are diverse as they seem. Looking at the kids body languages they try to act older than they really are. The girls showing off their painted nails any way possible. Rolling her eyes at another and saying “whatever” as if she what she heard was not important to her. The one kid who looks to be maybe the popular kid of the group is wearing a long sleeve purple flannel, a black and purple Colorado Rockies baseball cap, and black Jordan with a slight bit of purple located at the heal of the shoes. He stands out the most and with his loud personality screaming at every kid and making loud taunting comments such as “haha fucking loser, you got Saturday school” “Your such a bitch, you should of gotten it too man.” The other kid says. The kid who stands out with the purple suggest they all join him to foster freeze. One of the kids with shabby clothes and a violin as his instrument says “for what? You aint going to buy anything, you didn’t even have money for a cookie and bagel at lunch, you dumbass.” I would have never thought the kid who looked to be the nerd or the dorky kid of the group would step up to the other one standing almost two inches taller than him. No longer the big popular kid is the bully, no longer the nerdy kid is left alone. However the kids do seem to be using more profanity and acting upon what they see on tv, trying to act older. The body language of kids has grown dramatically and can be deceiving. It can make a person assume something about that kid. Later you find out his personality or attitude is not what you expected.
I was sitting at BAnk of Aerica waiting for my dad who was opening up a new account. Sitting there was a couple they were right next to me.They started talking about there weekend it seemed like they has just gotten a new home. They were also having a conversation about there weekend.
Girl:The party was so fun i hadnt had so much fun in a long time.
Boy:Yeah it was nice to see everyone there
Girl:Dint James look so hot
Boy:What do you mean he was hot
Girl:He looked hot
Boy:You were checking him out
Girl:Yeah what was wrong with that
Boy: Wow how can i trut your stupid ass around my friends
Girl: Dont be jealous that he looked way better than you maybe you should do something to yourself
Boy: Yeah like im the one that needs the help your the one that looks like shit.
When he said that she walked up and left. He made a call and he said that he didnt give a f**k about that house. It was crazy how something so peaceful and joyful can turn into something ugly over a simple phrase thats the kind of power language has.
I was sitting at BAnk of Aerica waiting for my dad who was opening up a new account. Sitting there was a couple they were right next to me.They started talking about there weekend it seemed like they has just gotten a new home. They were also having a conversation about there weekend.
Girl:The party was so fun i hadnt had so much fun in a long time.
Boy:Yeah it was nice to see everyone there
Girl:Dint James look so hot
Boy:What do you mean he was hot
Girl:He looked hot
Boy:You were checking him out
Girl:Yeah what was wrong with that
Boy: Wow how can i trut your stupid ass around my friends
Girl: Dont be jealous that he looked way better than you maybe you should do something to yourself
Boy: Yeah like im the one that needs the help your the one that looks like shit.
When he said that she walked up and left. He made a call and he said that he didnt give a f**k about that house. It was crazy how something so peaceful and joyful can turn into something ugly over a simple phrase thats the kind of power language has.
my generation and the next generation to come expresses there way of "language" through a certain trend of dressing, certain music rap, r&b, dancing singing,words of poetry sometimes not the best way of expressing ourselves but we do it in using profanity in a confrontation these are certain types of "language" that we feel is the best way we can express ourselves.
I happpen to be driving down crenshaw and as we were merging into the right lane to make a right turn to pull into the parking lot I looked over to the right side of my shoulder and there happen to be the police who had these 2 guys up against the police car with handcuffs on and people were standing around some shaking their heads one lady was talking with another lady and said they are some "foul" cops I bet they pulled them over because they are black and the other lady said I know huh!thats messed up then their was another lady that walked up to them and asked what happen and the first lady said I really dont know but this s$%# does not look right and then it was time for me to make my right turn and as was driving I was saying to myself the sme thing the lady was asuming it was probalyeither what they were wearing or them being black or maybe it was something that they did who knows.
The body language
It’s weird to see how everyone can be read by its physical look or expressions. The physical language is actually the moves that a person makes when he/she is talking or not talking but nodding their heads or doing gestures. Every time you meet a new person, right away you scrutinize them from head to toe. Then you make the decision of either you like them or not. Today seating down in a party looking at everyone I notice that even tough there is people that want to be like other humans, just cant imitated them. Not writing about imitation but about how you are able to tell how each person is without crossing a word. To my right side I have my mom, to the left there is a friend (Jacky) who grew up with my sister. Across from me is a young woman who is in her early twenties. This lady just by looking at her you are able to tell that she has manners. This is the kind of girl that goes to college, that try’s her best to be someone in this world. About her clothes, well she is wearing a skirt a little up from the knees. She’s wearing a baby blue shirt that it’s very decent and pretty in the way that she doesn’t show her things. Other girls think that just because they are showing their boobs they look cute and real pretty. In contrast to that young women the girl to my left (my sister friend) looks really young I think she is like probably 17. Jacky is not decently dressed in. She is wearing some little shorts; you could call them booty shorts the ones ladies use for sleeping. You could see her booty hanging out. As well as her little boobs which are almost outside. This way that she is dressed in makes her seem like those table dancers at the gentlemen’s club. Not to be rude but that outfit has a lot to say about her. For example it brings in your mind that she is going to end up pregnant soon, soon enough that she won’t have a career to profit and make a living out off. She reminds me of the girls back in my high school. The girls who were so popular with guys around school. They weren’t popular because of their grades but because of the way they were dressed. They would always be showing some skin. At the end sooner or later they end up with babies and dropping out of high school……I manage to talk to her mom she was at the party. Jacky’s mom is a friend of my mom. So we talked and I and her about how big Jacky looks now. She mad a sad face she look down and just said “yeah”. Then she asked me about how I was doing at school and I told her that it’s a little hard but everything is for a benefit. Jacky’s mom said “I wish my girl was like that, I don’t think she’s going to even graduated from high school”. Wow!! Why doesn’t she do something about it? We when along with the conversation getting to a more confident point. She told me that she divorced from her husband because of domestic violence. She said that ever since then, Jacky became a bad girl, screaming at her for any little reason and blaming her for the divorce. Jacky has no respect for her mom. Its bad to know that her mom its trying the best to support them and her dad is never in contact with them and yet Jacky is on her dads side. I Scrutinize Jacky from head to toe and what I saw was correct. People show how they are in the way they dress.
i was walking with a friendson fairfax and pico blvd, a random teenager approached my friend.
i didn't know him but my friend josh did.
smurf:whats good with u big homie
josh:hahaha i was just finna go on carmona to see whats cracking for the day.
smurf:oh yeah fasho i just came from there too but aint nobody there yet till like 7 cuhz.
josh:oh damn i was gon walk there but f%*k it.this is my lil homie willie.
smurf: oh yea? what set are you from cuhz,do you bang?
me:nah man i dont gangbang i was just chillin with josh.
smurf:aight you cool but peeps know me as lil smurf ya dig
everybody and groups have their own language especially gang members.for instance, the crips call each other "cuhz". its tough understanding gang language because too much slang is being used and its hard to keep up in a conversation and i was lost. i know for a fact different language is used depending who you socialize with. Also the music and t.v can be a huge affection of a persons language but thats how the world is. i've seen and heard all kinds of language but they do not affect me because i know how to read. when i was in elementary and middle school i had lots of english classes to improve my grammer. when i watch t.v or hear conversations i hear slangs and i understand them but i dont use them because i prefer to be myself and feel educated. there are times when i slang because people will know what i'm talking about. as i mentioned it depends who you associate with can change your language.
Thought and language does go hand in hand because Language doesnt just happen out of the blue you have to do some type of thinking. For example, you gots to think about things you want to say on an essay or think of the next word to use. If we think language we think about the next word to say or write. Like James Berlin says Thought and Language are one and the same no matter which way we use either one its all the same.
As a kid I was fascinated by the military I wanted to fly SU-37 which is a type of jet in the navy, but I was confined to my video games to quench that fantasy of flying one, because the mere thought on me joining the military scared my mother to bits, so recently since it was coming close to Halloween I wanted to impersonate a pilot from the navy. I bought the outfit and was on my way to buy the shoes. As we stopped a local Big-5 sporting goods store I made my way to the end of the store to try on some shoes I asked the guy for size 11 or 10 1/2 and he when to the back and brought out a size 10 1/2, but as I was put them on they did not fit, and stared at the shoe and though "maybe the military is not a good fit".
Moral of story: The military boot did not fit me, which symbolized something to me, that maybe I did not fit into the military, or the military did not fit me. Whatever it was, something that day struck me like a lightning rod. I started to realize that maybe I was not ready for that type of commitment. so back to the question. Language has many different shape and forms, for me it came in a shape of a shoe that symbolized something to me.
SHAPE OF LANGUAGE
By touching any circumstances in life , we are using the language. Whether we want to find the address in unknown city; or we want to find a book in the book store ; or we are looking for the help of the clerk to make transaction in the bank; or we are looking for an assistance from a stranger because we got a broken car--- we also use the language as the communicative tool. It can be given much more examples of the great value of language in our life. But one think is clear; language can be surved as the survival tool. Let us to imagine that you are hungry. In front of you is a small chinese coffee. By being in this coffee, you are watching the
people’s facial expression, lisening to the strange words , trying to find out somebody who will not hesitate to help you. Finally,somebody noticed your confusion, and began talking in English. MIGHT be it is the first time in your life, thet you appreciated the value of the human speech. By recogizing the power of language, I become more carefull in choosing words in order do not be misunderstood or to be understood in the way that build positive communication .
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