Personal Narrative: My Simulation Of The UNHCR

Deborah Tannen's book, The Argument Culture, is a compelling piece that looks at the perceived "argument culture" that is permeating the United States and the West in general. I do agree with what Ms. Tannen is saying, that there is a form of argument culture, but I think it could be argued that there is a contrasting part of American society called a "nice culture" as well. On the one hand, you have people who will argue about topics whenever the opportunity arises, but on the other hand you have people who will avoid confrontation at all costs. Ms. Tannen somewhat acknowledges other ethnic cultures in the United States that tend to argue in different ways, "You do not have to go to a foreign country to experience these cultural differences [of how people argue in different cultures.] Americans of different ethnic backgrounds can experience them just by making friends." (Tannen, 211)Acknowledging ethnic culture differences is important but to homogenize it into just an argument culture is wrong.It could still be argued that there is a converse culture in the United States that is based around niceness and civility. You can see it in the world around you where you are taught to use your manners as much as possible or in fast food jobs where workers are supposed to be as "nice" as possible and if anybody makes a mistake they are supposed to apologize as sincerely as possible. Another example of this nice culture is contrast to the argument culture is when adults are arguing

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

The suffering of terminally and chronically ill patients is also affecting person’s immediate family. The costs for end of life care for terminally ill patients is often too much for the family. The patients are generally aware of this, and with every day that she or he is kept alive, even though they would want to take use of physician assisted death or euthanasia, the medical costs increase rapidly. According to Dworkin, the costs for medically maintaining a terminally ill person near the end of their life can range from two thousand to ten thousand dollars a month (187). Not many people can afford the high costs of end of life care. For the ones who are not able to pay for their medical care at the end of their life will leave the costs

The poverty simulation for me was exiting and interesting, but most importantly, it stand as a learning experience that I am willing to carry throughout my journey as a nurse to assist and improve on the care I provide the poor and the needy people. Walking in the shoes of those in poverty during the simulation, I was frustrated because as a twenty-one year old my goals were not probably staying home and take care of my siblings or run around to find help with food or shelter but to be in college with my peers, go out on a date and parties. I was exhausted from going from one place to another just to get help with food, clothes in addition go to school.

Like everyone else, I was very nervous for my first simulation experience mostly because I wasn’t sure what to expect. Before the simulation started my partner agreed he would focus on administering medications and that I would focus on doing the assessment and helping with whatever else the patient needed at that time. After talking to the patient for a little, we discovered that he was having difficulty breathing. What we did first was elevated the head of the bed. He said he was still having trouble, so I ensured his nasal cannula was working properly and asked him to do some deep breathing exercises with me. That still wasn’t helping so I knew that albuterol, a fast-acting bronchodilator, would need to be administered before any other med.

I was born on April 30th, 1981, in the small city of El Progreso, Honduras. Honduras is a country located in Central America. I regret that I don’t have many memories of my childhood, but I do have one fond memory. I remember my next-door neighbor would grow chickens. He had an incubator that he used to hatch baby chickens and I would play with them. I believe I had a good childhood growing up in Honduras, however, everything changed at the age of five. At the age of five I began having complications with my breathing and after a while my mother decided to take me to the hospital. The doctor’s discovered that I had a benign tumor between my lungs. My mother often tells me the memories of the events that transpired next: visiting hospitals in El Salvador, buying medicine from “herbal doctors,” and

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

One day i was simply raking leaves in my yard and tired as i was i leaned on a tree. Then i felt something moving i turned around and it was nothing. I continued to lean and felt it again and again, the moving went faster and and always stopped when i turned. I ignored it and then continued until suddenly…i fell into a pit. There was a statue with a pamphlet in the pedestal that opened up saying that every 613 years a child of prophecy will be born and carry on the will of Hades. I was horrified. It said that you have 2 hours to steal souls and drain the life out of every human with a transformation formula on them. I thought what a transformation formula but i had no idea. I looked at the statue and kicked it several times, but then another pamphlet appeared showing

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

I represented Nouri Al-Maliki the prime minister of Iraq. The prime minister in Iraq makes the executive decisions. Over the course of this this simulation thankfully I gained a lot of knowledge of how crazy it can be on the political side of things. Not only did I learn about Iraq but also I learned many new things about other countries and the way their governments run things. In the next year or so I will graduate as a High school social studies teacher and after doing this simulation I learned how valuable it can be to allow students to be apart of a simulation. The simulation helped me catch up with a lot of important political issues of current and past times.

The phone was ringing as I stepped into my house. My mother picked up the phone without realizing she would shortly be sent to her knees. She yelled for me to get into the car and we rushed into the hospital. As hectic as the situation felt, time seemed to pass by very slow in that car. We finally arrived to the hospital to find my father nervously talking to the doctor. I learned that my brother had been brutally beaten up by a couple of teenagers on his way home from school and, as a result, had lost most of his teeth.

I will never forget the day I became a statistic. It was a warm night in September when I became the 1 in a startling 4 women who would experience domestic violence in her lifetime. Sometimes it seems as if the violence defines my identity and I guess in some ways it does because it’s impossible for something like that to not have an effect on who you are. It was that day that I found out who I was, decided what I wanted out of life, and decided I wasn’t going to be a victim, I was going to be a survivor.

A pyramid, by definition, is a type of ancient structure that is massive in scale and has a square base with four sides that form a triangular shape. These pyramids were constructed thousands of years ago and still stand strong. They were built by the ancient Egyptians, by basically piling loads and loads of materials on top of each other in the shape of a pyramid. It seems like a simple process but it was very time consuming and required a lot of analyzing to make sure the pyramids turned out symmetrical. Since these pyramids are still in decent shape, it shows how well they were built. The materials used to build these pyramids consisted of mostly stone, wood, and copper. The egyptians were very limited when it came to supplies. The

POLI 283: Model United Nations was the most fulfilling Odyssey project that I have experienced during my time at Hendrix, on both a personal and academic basis. Preparing for the AMUN conference using a semester’s worth of simulations and research has facilitated growth in multiple areas of my life, and the experiential component in Chicago was highly rewarding in its own right. Serving as a representative from the Republic of Indonesia to the Economic and Social Commission for Asia and the Pacific vastly improved my ability to work with a partner and to organize large groups of people. This Odyssey experience also increased my confidence as a public speaker, broadened my area of study within the International Relations department, and has introduced me into a close-knit group of teammates who share my interests and passions.