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Encountering Strangers

With my move to New York I have had to get use to encountering new people. The range of personalities that I have seen have both interested me and disgusted me. The first I notice was that for the most part everyone stayed to themselves. Everyone had somewhere to go something to do. There was also the experience I had with the female population of New York. Since I am from Maryland maybe I dress differently or act differently. I began to wonder why every time I walked past females I got weird stares and even some comments.

When I brought it up in class apparently some of the other out of state females experienced the same things. They all agreed with me about the looks and comments that they heard from theses females. The females I’m speaking of aren’t of the older generation but our generation so it made me wonder why we were so judged. Me personally I try not to judge people and I love complimenting people. O tries to find something good on the first moment I see them especially females. I am not homosexual in anyway but I do admire the female appearance so if anyway I find something beautiful I will compliment you not turn it into spite and pick your flaws.

 Another thing I have experienced was the younger male generation. I don’t mind being approached by males as long as they are respectful. Back in Maryland I got the “how you doing sweetheart?” and the “excuse me can I talk to you for a minute?” but in New York the males here do this thing where they yell Yo very loud and in your direction. Personally I feel you should never call a female Yo. For me hanging out with a lot of males I feel like the word Yo is a word for other male friends not for a female that you are trying to speak to and get to know. I also feel like it is very disrespectful. For me to have sparked your interest in some type of way I would think that it would be common courtesy for a proper greeting but maybe I’m just old fashion.

Then there is the older generation. At this point I have just decided that the older generation expects the worst from my generation due to the “maturity” of the upcoming children. I have witnessed and had my “old” moments when these middle school and high school children get on the bus. They’re usually loud cursing disrespectful and usually don’t care for the older opinion. Now I must admit I had my moments when I was their age so I understand but I feel like for them it’s getting worse. The other day I was getting out of the car with a friend of mine and there were some kids hanging out on the corner. I didn’t know exactly what they were talking about but I heard one of them saying something about “busting their ass”. My first instinct was to look for the person who said that word. When I realized that it was a boy that looked no older than 12 and that’s my being generous, I was a bit offended.  I guess with maturing you expect better from children who explain why adults were always “party poopers” in my eyes growing up but now I understand.

Ellis Island

On our trip to Ellis Island there were many things that caught my eye. From the picture to the actually documentation to the replica rooms, I felt very involved in the immigration process. My favorite exhibits however was a picture of a woman scrubbing the floors and an exhibit that had baby shoes from all over the world in it.

            The reason I fell in love with the photo of the woman cleaning is still mysterious. I had walked passed it and had the urge to walk back. In the picture you couldn’t see the woman’s face but you could tell that she was working hard. A single bucket and brush was all she had and from as far as I could see she was the only one there. So many questions came to my head. Why was she cleaning the floor? Was that where she lived? Was she being paid for it? Is this how she supported her way into the new world? I also worried very much about her family, if she had one. I wondered if her family was living in poverty, if her kid where in school, if she had a husband and if she did was he working.  I also wanted to know where this woman came from. I wanted to know what her life was like before she came to America and if it was better than her life was where she came from. I wondered if American and the American experience was what she pictured it to be.

            The second exhibit that caught my eye I would have to admit was my favorite.  In a glass case included about 5 to 6 pairs of baby shoes from all across Europe and Asia and even Australia. At first I just thought “awe baby shoes” but then it made me think of a lot of questions. What were these babies’ families like? What made their families move to America? What happen to the babies themselves? I wondered if they had come to America and made a life for themselves or were they part of the many that lived in poverty and died of the diseases and the malnutrition that came with it. It also made me think of how hard it might have been for the parents to pick up their whole family and move to an entirely different country. To have to find a place to live food to eat and jobs all before their money that they might have saved ran out. It also made me think what I would do in that situation. If I would be strong enough to take my entire family and move to a completely new place without knowing what was in store for our future. In my opinion I think those families where very brave to make such a decision to move their whole lives to a place where they knew nothing about.059065