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Saturday, February 6, 2010

Assignment


Fannie was the youngest of twenty children and the granddaughter of a slave. Both her parents worked as sharecroppers in Mississippi. In the 20th century, sharecropping was a deal that was agreed between the landowners and plantation workers. The workers would work on the land, and in return, they were allowed to take shelter on it. The profits of harvested crops were split on a fifty-fifty basis between the landowners and workers. In Fannie’s time, the landowners were supposed to pay for seed, fertilizer and other planting necessities, but in most cases, the workers had to fork out the dough from their own meager pockets. It was not a very fair scheme for the workers, but that was just a tiny speck on the pages of their hardship.

As a young African-American girl, Fannie had lived a hard life. Although she had polio, she worked the cotton fields alongside her parents when she was six. She dropped out of school to support her family full time. It was probably her exposure to a tough childhood that led her to become a sturdy woman in the future. She experienced discrimination from strangers and even policemen for the same reason: being black.

This is the true story of Fannie Lou Hamer, an important figure in the civilization of American History. Hate crimes have been launched at her from various angles, and as ironic as it may seem, the discriminations have been the main reason she stepped out and took charge. The popular belief of hate crimes is that they push victims behind the wall of confidence, into the zone of depression. However, in some notable cases such as Fannie’s, hate crimes had the opposite effect.
Hate crimes can spur a new sense of justice and integrity among African-Americans, causing them to climb up the walls of confidence and take charge of their rights.

Fannie’s family had suffered in the hands of discrimination, and Fannie was determined to change the future for herself and for others like her. That was why she left her hometown to register to vote. Unfortunately, she was arrested for being on the wrong bus because that bus was meant for whites only. The plantation owner even warned her to stop trying to register to vote, or she would have to get off the plantation. She chose the latter. Not long after that, the house she was staying in for temporary shelter was shot at sixteen times by strangers on motorbikes. The bullets were obviously intended for Fannie.

When she was arrested another time for being on the wrong bus again due to her skin color, she was badly abused by the policemen. They ordered prisoners to beat her up, then they took the pleasure in torturing her violently themselves. She was a polio victim, and that only made it worse. The hate crimes they projected upon her frail body left her with severe wounds and a blot clot in her eye, which eventually affected her vision. Although she had suffered so much, Fannie did not raise the white flag and surrender to the injustice that she and the other African-Americans were given.

The beatings only increased her determination to fight for her rights. She pressed on to help discover the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party which challenged the all-white Mississippi Delegation. She succeeded in helping many other African-Americans to own plantations and profit fairly. Her fortitude also led the Democrats to allow African-Americans to vote, and President Lyndon Johnson certified the Voting Rights Act a year later.

She was not a woman who gave into fate; maybe she even refused to believe that her fate was to be undermined by the superior race of America. Many African-Americans have lived under the roof of oppression for a long time. Fannie Lou Hamer was not the only notable African-American who stepped out of that zone, being forced to do so because her tolerance of hate crimes against her and her people had reached its limit.

There were many other important figures in America such as Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, W.E.B. Dubois, Mary McLeod Bethune and many more who were all sparked to do something about their situation for the benefit of their kind because of the amount of injustice they were shown. All of them shared three things in common – they were African-Americans, they had been discriminated, and they were courageous to use their painful experiences to instigate civil rights movements for their people.

The effect of hate crimes can be reflected in the case of beating a little boy as a form of punishment. You beat a little boy for every wrongdoing of his, and he will come to fear the strike of the rod for a start. But keep doing it and he will become immune to it. The pain does not scare him anymore. He will still continue to do what he wants, knowing the consequences, because he has reached a point where the rod is just a mere stick.

Hate crimes can have that sort of effect on people. Years of humiliation and resentment have birthed determination for a new beginning. Instead of killing their spirits, hate crimes can actually cause them to become stronger, more unified and that is how African-Americans have risen up beyond their state of oblivion to become a notified people in their respective fields.


Written for my English assignment due Monday.
I'm still thinking of a suitable title for this one.

Posted by Carissa Gan at 12:30 PM 0 comments

Friday, February 5, 2010

Of College and Assignments...

When a new semester starts, I can't wait for it to end.
When it ends, I can't for a new semester to start.

Ironic, isn't it?

There's just so much to do this month; research papers, getting my documents ready to be sent out for application, keeping my knowledge of Bio up to date, and I'm still considering on retaking the SAT either in March or May. (purely for scholarship purposes)

Bio has been an ass. The lecturer is a definition of one. (Geez I just hope he doesn't read my blog.)
I was optimistic for the first 2 weeks of classes then he killed them off. Boring isn't the only reason. He's obnoxious. He doesn't respond when greeted. The list goes on. My classmates hate him. I'm stuck with him for the next 3 months. That's fine - I'm just studying for myself. I can't understand what he teaches in class. So I go home and read the textbook. The textbook's my teacher. My Bio teacher can be absent for a month and that'd have no effect on me... but if my textbook goes missing, I'm screwed. I've lost the better teacher. You know what I mean.

I stained my finger in the lab yesterday. I must have accidentally made contact with one of the chemicals and a black stain appeared on my finger. It can't come off. I've tried all possible ways to rid it but nothing's worked. Bummer. :( Well it's not that bad. To a stranger, it'd look like a pen mark. A messy one.

I'm gonna get back to my "Hate Crime" assignment that's due on Monday. Usually hate crimes bring a negative effect on the victims, but then I was thinking... maybe not.

From a different perspective, they could strengthen bonds and build confidence among the victims. Instead of shrinking back, the bullied ones have learned to take a stand on what they believe in. Hate crimes created some sort of new pride in them that led them to pursue justice for people of their own kind.

THESIS STATEMENT: Hate crimes can spur a new sense of justice and integrity among African-Americans, causing them to climb up the walls of confidence and take charge of their rights.


Time to get the 600-word essay on print.
Posted by Carissa Gan at 5:30 PM 0 comments

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Maybe There's More

For the past few days, I've spent almost every waking hour on the PC, browsing through multiple university sites in search for the best university within my budget. Going to USA would be something like a dream come true, but yet it's challenging when you don't have a specific university that you intend to transfer to. I'm not one of those people who knew what they wanted to do since high school. I graduated from high school, quite clueless, then enrolled into college, still clueless, and spent two years being clueless. It's time to break free from indecisiveness and embrace the future.

Seeing as there are hundreds of institutions offering Journalism in the States, wouldn't it be so much easier if I was presented with a list of universities to choose from? Then I could just look them up online and compare them. By the end of the week, I'd have a very clear idea of where I want to go! Well, it's good that my parents have set a budget for me; so that has certainly influenced my decisions in choosing universities. I've shortlisted 3 at the moment, but strangely I still feel like there's a better one out there that complies to all my dreams of having a good university life.

1. A well-established and well-recognized university with a strong Journalism program
2. Availability of scholarships
3. At least one friend studying there or nearby (the hardest thing is starting off in a foreign country all alone - I need moral support for the most part)
4. Easy accessibility to shops and malls or gorgeous landscapes

And there's this other dilemma about retaking my SAT for the chance of earning a better scholarship into this particular university that I might be applying to. It's in Abilene, Texas... apparently it's a small rural area that endures snow storms very often. Hmm.

I gave up once when I reached this road, because I was unsure and unprepared of taking chances. Maybe I got turned off by the pressure of choosing the right university. But I'm not giving up this time. I'll search until I find it.
Posted by Carissa Gan at 1:43 PM 2 comments

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Genting

I went to Genting on Saturday morning with Ming, Vivian, June, Jon and Adam. We boarded the bus from One U to the SkyStation in Genting. I always get dizzy and nauseous when I travel up and down Genting. We took the cable car to the Genting Hotel and walked 15 minutes until we found the theme park. That was where our real adventure started.


We spent several hours in the outdoor theme park. It was so misty and cold out there.
The Spinner
That was the first ride I went on. It was dizzifying!
Tip: Don't ever look back once you're flying 180' in the air.

Flying Coaster
You should totally try this one! It's awesome!
I loved it, although I was screaming like a lunatic.


Pirate Ship
While queueing up for this one, we watched all the passengers scream their heads off.
We scoffed about how lame the ride was. Then we all agreed to just remain silent and emotionless throughout the whole ride.

But it was impossible! We ended up screaming anyway. The ride wasn't lame. We were the lame ones.

The thing about all these outrageous rides is the 'heart drop' feeling you get once you're plunged downward. I hate that heart drop feeling but I can't deny the thrill I get once it happens.
It's a love-hate relationship.

Space Shot
I'm scared of heights.

I wasn't intending to try this one, but Ming, Vivian, Jon and Adam were already queueing up and they said that Ming was gonna have to sit alone if I didn't ride this one. I felt sorry for Ming so I decided to go on the ride too. Then halfway through the queue, I felt sorry for myself because I wanted to pee but there was no way I could back out now. My knees were getting weak. I was scared! This was probably the most intimidating ride I'd ever been on.

You're pulled all the way to the top of the tower and suspended there for 10 seconds, and before you know it, you're plunged downward at full speed. So our turn finally arrived and unfortunately, Ming and I had to sit seperately because all the good seats were taken. I sat beside a Malay girl who was uttering prayers all the way up. That scared me. Death felt like an inch away.

We reached the top in less than a minute, and I looked down and saw a blanket of white clouds at my feet. So I took in a deep breath and nearly coughed; the air was freezing cold. It was completely silent up there. I think everyone else was in anxiety; no one talked. All of a sudden, we dropped.

It was horrible. My heart dropped like there was no bottom. All I could do was cling on so tightly to the metal bars and pray that they wouldn't give way. The pressure was so intense that our bums were lifted off our seats! If we weren't holding on to the metal bars, we'd be thrown upward. The drop lasted for 10 seconds? Then we were suspended halfway. I think that was intended for us to catch our breaths and calm our freaked-out minds down. Everyone was shrieking and I glanced at the Malay girl beside me and yelled, "Is it over yet?? Are we going to drop some more??"

And she said, "No more. Why? Not enough? You want some more??"

I laughed out of relief and shook my head. I kept thanking God this was over.

I was told that there was an old man who sat on that ride 15 times that day. Hats off to him.
One time on that ride was enough for the day.



Ooh this was one interesting ride! What happens is you insert a token into the slot and the door closes, then the box will shake for a few minutes and then it goes back into position. Then the door opens and ta-dah, you get three happy faces.

Kidding.

This London bus was imported from Johor Bahru. Notice the number plate.

It started to get really cold at noon and Adam was nice enough to lend me his winter warmer.
I should really get a whole collection of winter clothes when I go to USA.
BRRR.

I made a new friend there, Mr. Apple. He gave me a flower balloon as a gift of rememberence :P

Unfortunately, the flower died in June's hands while she was holding our stuff when we queued up for the Space Shot. Aww.

We decided to try the ride called 'Crazy Science Laboratory' and we wasted 20 minutes on that ride. -.- It was pathetic. All we did was sit down and watch the walls rotate and the lights flicker.
0.o
This was before we knew what a lousy ride we were queueing up for.

We went into the indoor theme park for a while and rode the Motion Master. Another pointless ride because the movie that we were shown was actually a boring documentary of sea creatures that were supposed to be scary. After it ended, I was like, "This is it?"

Ahh well. Disappointment. Don't bother trying that if you can't stand boring rides.

Then we played Bumper Cars!

This was really fun because we ganged up on smaller kids and bumped them so hard until they jerked in their seats. XD Believe it or not, we actually went back for a second round. Lol.


The last ride that we went on was located outdoor. It had the longest queue (incredibly famous) and I think we waited in line for nearly an hour.

Jon got so bored that he couldn't stop yawning.

And then finally it was our turn. This was the ride.

The CorkScrew
Screws you up

I know this picture is an understatement because the roller coaster looked more majestic than this. Anyway, it was pretty cool. It didn't have plenty of heart drop moments unlike the Flying Coaster, but it was still fun nevertheless.

There wasn't much left to do in Genting so we left early and took an earlier bus back to One U.
I got so dizzy on the busride back that it took me two days to get over the feeling. I get carsick rather easily, sigh. :( But I'm glad the trip was a success.

Genting was a fun experience.
Thanks to the ones who made it there :)
Posted by Carissa Gan at 12:20 PM 0 comments

Monday, January 25, 2010

Gone





People always leave. That's what I've been told.

I'm trying to get used to it. It's not easy when you have to keep saying goodbye to the ones you love and care about. The hardest part is when you know every second counts and you want to make the best out of the time you have left with them, but it's so hard to be optimistic when you know time is running out.

I was really happy in the past 3 weeks, spending time with a special someone whom I hardly get to meet. And when we do meet, it's only a matter of time before we have to say goodbye once again.

Today the tears came. I've been saying goodbye to so many people last month, and today I had to cope with the feeling of being so far away from someone who me picks me up when I fall, who listens to everything I say without judging me, who shows me hope when I'm down.

Oh well. I guess that's just the way life is. We can't always get everything we wish for.

I'm really going to miss you. I already do.

You know who you are. Thanks for everything.

I'm still grateful. :)
Always will be.
Posted by Carissa Gan at 8:58 PM 0 comments
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