Crash: A Short Story

As the top manager informs the staff that the break room is a “not a right” and it will be taken away from the staff. The other complaint Phillip has for the staff is that gossiping must stop, too many employees are talking to each other. Therefore, employees are no longer permitted to dine at the restaurant for the reasoning of “other servers gather around them and gossip”. As the meeting concludes, a couple employees voice their issues about the condition of the bathrooms and Ehrenreich voices about how the vacuum cleaner is broken. As the meeting ends, the employees’ reactions are miserable. Andy, the cook mutters about having to come in on his day off for some “almighty bullshit”.

The movie, Crash, demonstrates the lives of various individuals from divergent socio-economic classes, who have life changing experiences in between their conflicting prejudices and stereotypes. The theme of multiculturalism has also made its influence on the major characters of the movie: a white American district attorney and his wife who is constantly scared of "the other"; two African American thieves who steal their car, a racist police officer who offends an African American TV producer and harasses his wife, a non-racist police officer, a Latino lock maker, a Persian family and another African American detective in the search of his brother. The plot of the movie intersects all characters ' lives and their attitudes towards each other after 9/11, while making the audience question the validity of prejudices and racial stereotypes. In this brief essay, we are going to discuss how racism and stereotyping have the impact on the lives of some main characters in the movie, considering the development of the storyline and the impact of various incidents that change their perspective towards themselves and each other.

He was eager to go to bed, as he had a long line of customers to merely deal with in the morning. As he walked into the bedroom, to his horror, he noticed that his room had been trashed, as if an enraged animal had been set loose in his home. All of his papers were scattered, the frame of his bed broken and his clothes scattered across the room, many of them torn. He then heard what sounded like ceramics breaking in the other room, which was the kitchen. As he slowly crept into his kitchen, his heart beating quickly, he had noticed that all of his mugs, cups, plates and bowls were falling as if by themselves, with many already broken on the floor. “ARGH!” Foreman groaned in pain as he felt something crash against the back of his head. He immediately turned around, and to his horror, he realised that there was a woman, somehow floating, throwing

I pushed my bangs back from my face as I tapped lightly on the back door of my new job, Egg & I. I had been a server before at Cracker Barrel, which was twice the size of this new job and open much later as well, so I wasn’t worried about my last day of training before I was put on the floor by myself. One of the cooks opened the door for me and I muttered a shy ‘thank you’ before walking toward the computer to sign in. I slowed down as my eyes landed on the herd of servers huddled around my boyfriend of five years, DJ. He had gotten a job at Egg & I two weeks before me and, after telling me at length how much better this job would be than Cracker Barrel, I applied and immediately got the job.

Stereotypes are the organizational factors that virtually shape the way we think in 20th century America. They somehow manage to categorize some of life's most complex matters into nice distinct sections. Classifications and organization, at first glance seem to be useful in distinguishing various aspects of modern life. However, these grouping methods can be very inaccurate, leaving erroneous ideas in the minds of citizens on a global level. Stereotypes, though originating as convenient sorting mechanisms, instead, influence our thinking process. Crash depicts numerous characters and brings them together through carjacking, car accidents and shootings. The movie Crash represents the nature of race relations in America. Most of

It was another bleary day. Lunch passed without incident with its occasional sloppy mash and bread, and Mrs. Line had already given out her daily thirty-page dose of homework for the night, inevitably due tomorrow. The lunch food made me gag, but the homework made me nearly fill my crying quota for the day. I tried not to let it get me down.

There comes a car in the drive-thru, and it pulls right up to the window, and as I hear chatter among the customer and Larissa. Larissa comes towards the front of the counter and says “I can’t argue with this guy, we don’t have student discounts and tells Jason to go and talk to the customer.” Jason does not hesitant and goes to the window, where I hear him saying, “sir, we do not have student discounts”, and this seems to calm the man down. Larissa makes the drinks and serves the guy his donuts that he ordered to and throws his straw wrapper at Larissa and drives off. They start talking about how Andrew didn’t know he had to come in and the seemed to talked about this sincerely and honestly, not talking about him badly at all. A few minutes

I’m telling this story today to explain myself and my decisions, because I feel that an explanation is due for my fans and my coworkers. I had expected everything to go orderly for the filming of the fourth episode of season four of Devil’s Kitchen. I had walked onto that god-forsaken set just as I had numerous times before. The flood lights that adorned the scaffolding on the ceiling blared overhead and gave the whole scene a radiant brilliance. Every part of the room was spotless and shining, and the overwhelming stench of cleaning supplies floated through the air.

He walked down the bleak hallway every morning, with his face staring at the ground. He heard whispers as he walked through the narrow pathway. He kept asking himself why he was different from the others. This was the life of Eddie Huang, and in many ways we led the same life. Most of us have come across a time in our lives when we did not feel like we belonged in a certain group. My parents moved to America when i was twelve. I barely understood the language and had a tough time fitting in. A character that I share similar experiences with is Eddie from the T.V. show Fresh Off The Boat. Eddie and his family also moved to an area where the community was not very diverse. Eddie and I have experienced similar situations as we both grew up in neighbourhoods where we were outsiders.

I managed to make very few promises in my lifetime. The majority of them were with my mother, her pleading eyes telling me to stray away from things that could "harm" me. Usually after the first week or so it was broken, and the guilt washed away in time, but when Ruby Ramirez made one with me I knew I would have to keep my word.

The Notebook “I am so tired, I need some coffee.” said Alex, “I know right.”agreed Noah. It was in the afternoon when Noah, and Alex finished their college classes and were going to a local coffee shop to get something to drink. They were walking down the street and a man riding a bike dropped a notebook, they yelled to the man that he dropped his notebook, but he didn’t come back. When sitting in the coffee shop, Noah decided to look through the book, for the name of the owner, so he turned to the first page and read “This is the property of… NO ONE.” It was written in what looked to be a permanent marker. “‘Why would someone not write their name and instead put No One, that makes no sense”’ thought Noah. Alex came back with their drinks, he sat down and Noah caught him up on what he had read so far. Alex, who was confused by this notebook decided to flip the page, and what he saw startled him, he saw a picture of him and Noah sitting in the shop in black and white. When Alex looked up, he saw that nobody was in the shop and that their drinks have disappeared as well. The notebook on the table was gone, but a message remained “ Think quickly but careful there's only one way out, Signed NO ONE.” Panic settled in quickly, “Only one way out, I have to get my project done for biology!” Exclaimed Noah. “Try not to panic.” said Alex, trying to calm him. “How are you so calm?” said Noah, “ We are trapped in a world where there's nobody but us and that NO ONE person.” continued

It was almost two before there was a chance for lunch. Until then his desk was snow-banked with demanding papers, the telephone rang constantly and an amry of insistent visitors attacked his walls with requests for work. By twelve, his nerves were pulled like violin strings knobbed to their tightest. By one, the strings drew close to shearing; by one-thirty they began to snap. He had to get away now; immediately; flee to some shadowy restaurant booth, have a cocktail and a leisurely meal; listen to somnolent music.

The air is so thick with anticipation that it seems to weigh our voices to all but a whisper. Our heads turned outward, eyes open and wanting, searching for a place to settle on the fast moving terrain. The road ahead stretches on for miles, disappearing little by little under our feet at a pace that seems like walking. The time on the clock seems to strain each minute, trying to hold on to the present as long as possible; so slowly it changes, one might think it to be broken. The walls around our bodies seem to close in with every mile, driving us closer to each other ‘till our shoulders brush in rhythm with the bumps on the highway. Slowly, as time moves on, the miles melt away and our voices begin to rise; pushing the stuffy air away and

After Amanda came to work late Teresa left and I now had to work the drive thru window at this point I had 4 jobs. Cleaning the tables, doing the dishes, working the store front and now the drive thru. “I will mess up at some point eventually,” I told myself. By this time it was only 9 A.M. The staff and I had gotten a lot done by

As autumn comes and orange leaves fall, Michael awaits for his wife on a plane coming from the city. Relaxing on the couch and watching the news, life was hard and stressful for Michael so the little time he got alone were treasured. The stress he gained from his demanding wife and job all-consuming really controlled his life, this constricted his heart and gave him heart problems to surprising anxiety. Whilst watching the news, large letters fill the screen. “Plane Crash no survivors”, expecting his wife wasn’t in the crash, he doesn’t really pay attention until the list of people’s names appear. The last name brought mixed feelings to Michael, “Louise”. He frantically walking back and forth he begins calls his friends, one after another saying