They had to wait in line for hours for stale bread, live in tenements that hardly met health codes, and people treated them like they were worthless including doctors and teachers. When Francie and her Brother went to get shots, the doctor kept on making rude remarks like,” I know they are poor but they could wash. Water is free and soap is cheap.” And insults by saying,”The world would be a better place if the poor were sterilized and unable to breed anymore.” The teachers we not any better. The poor kids got shoved to the back of the class and had to share desks, the teacher never called on them, and they were not allowed to go to the bathroom during class. Also, since the parents worked all the time, the children got little adult supervision. Kids had to grow up fast and had to take care of themselves, most dropped out of school to work.
I was a smart kid, I would wake up each morning making food and tuck myself in at night by myself. I was lonely painfully lonely I cannot explain the pain I felt as a child, but no kid doesn’t have the right to go through the stuff I went through. But to shake it off my mind, I would hang out and play with all the kids out in the streets. A year passed by my father and mother started fighting day and night my father would even physically abuse my mother even when she was pregnant with my Lil brother. At the time I was 5 I didn’t knew what to do but cry, praying to god to help my family.
Something more Important was that their was short supply of food for us. Now nobody talks to each other and some went out to shoplift for food. Event #10: On August 4, 1941 me an the rest of the people were found the way we were found was by an anonyms call to the police. And than we were taken to to a camp named camp westerbrok were it was horrible. we had work all day were not fed properly an had barely any rest and for us women we had to break batteries such was very hard
The “Great Recession” was not only a hideous word, but a malicious truth in my household. My father being an immigrant lost the position he had held for years and so after that lucky nights for us were when we had just enough beans and tortillas to fill our bellies; other nights, my stomach would gnaw with pain and hunger, for I had given it to my younger siblings. My father was out on the streets, scavenging for jobs that were non-existent and my mother waited in line to pawn that necklace I received for my baptism along with other meaningful objects. Many fights occurred at home, since the stress got to our head and the pain followed us to our bead. Now, I was around ten years old but I understood the chaos around me and I was not empty of ideas on how to improve the
His situation was that a “Mouthful of bread for a penny loaf must serve for four men which is most pitiful. [You would be grieved] if you did know as much as I [do], when people cry out day and night – Oh! That they were in England without their limbs – and would not care to lose any limb to be in England again, yea, though they beg from door to door. For we live in fear of the enemy every hour, yet we have had a combat with them … and we took two alive and made slaves of them. This was his situation of his life, and by this quote it is pretty obvious that he wasn’t in a happy situation.
However, that Saturday morning when I walked up to the pen, I knew it was a mistake. I wasn't excited at all anymore. The pen was covered in dirt, hay, and poop. This was typical, it was always dirty, and reeking with the smell, but my mother normally helped me wash it out and clean it. I knew already that it would be a dreadful task.
However, with my platoon mates pushing on one another, I was also motivated to strive harder and push on to complete the Route March. When I stepped into the parade square after the last 3km, I felt very contented. I hope that the 24km Route March on 10/11/2015 would go very smoothly like the 16km Route March with nobody falling out. And I hope that everyone would be at the floating platform for our POP! Never did I actually think that the 17 weeks would pass by in a blink of an eye and I would say that I actually enjoyed the whole of BMT and the PTP, together with my buddies, section mates, platoon mates, company mates and last but not least, Leopard Company Commanders.
Josephine feels guilty of visiting her mother because she can 't do anything for her. She sees her mom suffer and starving, which makes her sad. Josephine feels helpless because the madman was not living in a good condition in the prison. She has to hold the bread and water for a long time because if Josephine 's mother wants to eat, she needs to save the food for another day. In the story " Nineteenth Thirty-Seven," she states that "madman pulled the meat and plantains out of her pocket and started eating a piece to fill the silence.
“Who, in this tired and overworked family, would have had time to give more attention to Gregor than was absolutely necessary? The household budget became even more smaller; so now the maid was dismissed;....They carried out absolutely everything that the world expects from poor people, Gregor's father brought bank employees their breakfast, his mother sacrificed herself by washing clothes for strangers, his sister ran back and forth behind her desk at the behest of the customers, but they just did not have the strength to do any more. And the injury in Gregor's back began to hurt as much as when it was new” (Kafka 33). The Samsa also sold their jewelries. Grete have to work and take care of Gregor so she gets exhausted each time.
I felt ashamed, I thought about a possible life of this woman. Maybe, her crack-down on me and other younger and more successful people were the only “light” in her miserable life. Maybe, I left her without her favorite eggs for the next week with the aid of my briefcase, and she was not able to buy a new pack because of the low salary. However, I stopped to worry about my actions soon. This little revenge was a natural reaction on the longstanding pressure.