My Life : My First Day In Society

“Good morning Ms. Robertson,” Daniel said to the woman sitting behind the desk doing paperwork. The woman looked up, straightened her glasses and her face lit up.

The movie reveals that giving government too much panoptic control does not function as an effective means of discipline in today’s society. This idea of always being watched is also very common in our lives. Although people may not realize it, citizens are being watched almost everywhere they go and by many different people. Such as, browsing the Internet, shopping at Wal-Mart, even attending a leisurely event at a football or basketball game. Others constantly observe each other and this sometimes affects how society acts. Cameras in banks make criminals think twice about robbing them and the government monitoring the Internet makes people cautious of downloading music.

I walked the few meters to her room and knocked. I heard her groan as a sign of giving me entrance.

“A Surveillance Society,” by William E. Thompson and Joseph V. Vicky (2012) is a selection from the text book Society in Focus that tells the readers about the widespread use of cameras in public places and also the risk of high tech surveillance. The authors gives the reader information about many topics such as the growing trends, different types of surveillance technology, Information sharing and the effect surveillance has on the way we are living today. Since September 11, 2001 after the horrific and devastating terror attacks surveillance systems have been increased in public. Often cameras are disguised as street lights and other things so the the citizen doesn’t even know that they are being videotaped. The author argues that this

One of the main ways the government inflicts their control on the citizens is through the invasion of privacy. In this society, every home is installed with telescreens and microphones that watch the residents every move. The government does this to watch for any signs of abnormality in citizens. The cameras are installed in streets as well to prevent conspiring among the citizens. Citizens are watched everywhere and there is no escape from being scrutinized. The caption “Big Brother is Watching You” (Orwell 3), is posted all over the city as a constant reminder to people that they are never away from Big Brother’s watch and that Big Brother knows everything. Winston feels that the picture is “so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move” (Orwell 3). Obviously, pictures can not move, yet Winston feels like it watches him constantly.

Citizens who live in the dystopian society are in current surveillance twenty four hours a day ,every day of the week.In streets,sidewalks and even inside the houses cameras are located.Big Brother can see what citizens do inside

“Who would like to read today?” A nurse, clad in her pastel blue scrubs smiles directly at me when she says this, holding the blue laminated paper in her hand.

Right now, in this very moment everyone is being watched. There is no escaping it; they’re everywhere. Who, people might ask, is behind the cameras? The government is who is watching. The government believes it’s necessary to watch over everyone’s activities at all times. No matter what it is that people are engaged in, it’s never private. Government surveillance has come to a point where privacy no longer exists. Even if people are doing nothing wrong, they’re still under close watch. People’s individual liberties are being violated, and they do not trust the government, instead they live in fear of it.

As being constantly watched raises anxiety in some, fear of being victimized also grows leading to an increasing opposition in government surveillance. Some challengers believe that money spent on buying, installing, and monitoring cameras should be invested in hiring more police and training them to become a stronger force against the evils of the world. Money drains into the steady income of the faces behind the screens of hidden cameras. Who is watching the

“My name is Eli. And yourself?” The voice came out with a slight southern accent.

“That’s not my name,” He interrupted. “Look, we need to find Mike before it’s too late.”

Rose tugged on one of her dreads, "Hello Jaden, how ar-" "It's Jade, not Jaden. Only my grandpa can call me that." She sheepishly interrupted. Rose snickered and pushed her tray off the marble platform. "Don't tell me what to do."

In elementary school, I had two best-loved teachers. My kindergarten teacher, Dr. Barron had the kindest heart. My first day of school, I scarcely remember her greeting each student with a friendly smile. That first day we learned her class song. “Dr. Barron’s bunnies come to school every day, school every day, school every day”. Throughout the remaining years in elementary school, I would visit her class for a friendly conversation. My second favorite teacher in elementary school was Mrs. Jacobson. Mrs. Jacobson was one of the sweetest teachers I recall having. On our class trip to Disney World, I vaguely remember her being the life of the party. The last day of school was hard for me, I adored her so much, just as much as she adored all of her students. Tears were shed following the last bell that day. In high school my freshman Advanced Placement Human Geography instructor had a considerable impact on my life. She was the type of teacher that you could trust with your personal information and was never there to judge you, but encourage and push you through the tough times. She also labeled Fridays as “Mint Fridays” so every Friday she would award her students with a fresh mint.

Her warm greeting seemed to calm my growing nerves. She leans over the counter abruptly, wrapping her strong arms around my body.

“Thank you, Rosy, but Margaret is in trouble, those men are evil. She’s in a lot of danger. I hope I did the right thing by calling the police.” Looking out the window, he said, “I see their car out there now, I’m going to talk to them.” Picking up the keys, she unlocked the door.