Thursday, March 22, 2012

Poverty in American Families


Brittany Schell

Professor Broadous

PAS 113B

22 March 2012

Poverty in American Families

            In our nation today, poverty is getting to be increasingly out of hand. Many American families are losing houses, cars, and jobs. Not only is it affecting the parents, but the children as well. Children are beginning to drop out of school to find jobs to help support the family. If families cannot get accepted into a shelter then they are left with the option of living on the street or in their cars. How do Americans prevent from falling into poverty if our economy is failing entirely? This is a problem that may take years to resolve, or even never resolved at all. Little by little can be done to improve homelessness in America. Volunteering, for example, is the way to start. Personally volunteering at L.A. Family Housing has opened my eyes to what is really going on in our world today. Many Americans cannot support their family and need help getting back on their feet. Programs such as L.A. Family Housing are helping families transition out of homelessness and into a stable financial life. Families that continue to seek help from shelters, find jobs, and continue to receive education will be able to rise out of poverty.

            Seeking help from shelters is a positive step in homelessness because many shelters have great resources. L.A. Family Housing has personal rooms for families where they can stay for up to six months or even longer, if the family is in desperate need. They also provide breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. Residents do not even have to pay rent because the shelter wants those who live there to save their money to be able to get back on their feet in the future. Poverty among two-parent families makes up 15% of the population (Ellwood p.82). Many families are in need of help and as citizens we should do our best to lend a helping hand. In the book, Poor Support, Ellwood states that two-parent families make it out of financial struggles faster than single-parent families. Single parents need more help because not only do they play the role of provider, but as nurturer too. Poverty is taking over this country at a fast pace and as long as our economy continues to head in a negative direction so will the lives of many American citizens.

            Finding a job is import to those who are falling in to poverty because a job is what will pay the bills. L.A. Family Housing provides residents with classes on how to build a resume and be prepared for job interviews. Resources such as this are improving the lives of those who have lost everything. In this recession 7 ½ million people have lost their jobs (PBS: Throwaway People). Not only are parents losing jobs, but children are taking risks such as dropping out of school to obtain a job and help bring in income for the family. A full-time worker earning the minimum wage would have a yearly income of $8,500 – well below the $15,500 that is the poverty line for a family of four (Axinn/Levin p.308). People cannot survive in conditions like this. Losing jobs almost likely leads to the family using welfare checks and food stamps. Anti-welfare activists in the 80’s suggested that welfare was bad because families become dependent on resources such as this (Chappell p.199). Many families probably do misuse the right to be on welfare, but in the end it will not keep them afloat forever. Sooner or later those in poverty need to find a job to survive.

            Continuing an education is the key result out of poverty. The more education you have the more likely you will prevail. Families in poverty are suffering lack in education because children who are suffering are dropping out of school. Many go to sleep hungry and have no electricity, therefore making it harder to complete homework and to study (PBS: Throwaway People). It is hard to think would if that was my child? Education is a very important asset to one’s life and to not obtain any sort of diploma due to the fact one cannot provide for their family is unfortunate. Within the past two years 2 million more children fell into poverty; that is 25% of the population (PBS: Throwaway People). Children living in poverty may not be all that bad, even though it may affect their entire lives and self-esteem, children can learn how important it is to save money and receive a higher education.

            Our government needs to find its priorities and use our money for better necessities rather than wasting our tax dollars on things we rarely need or use. Creating more jobs for many Americans can also be a positive direction for helping those out of homelessness. Programs such as L.A. Family housing can be a great investment for our country because it has all the necessities families need to become financially stable once again. The more help we have here in the U.S., the better. Those who are in need can do their part by not falling into dependency on government programs. Helping those in need can be the start in the positive direction to keep this country from falling into poverty completely. Seeking help, finding jobs, and continuing on to higher education can help fix our nations poverty problem. Continuing this cycle for a period of time can result in our nation being the strongest it has ever been. The only way to do this is if everyone takes a part in this role for ending poverty.






Works Cited

Axinn, June, and Herman Levin. "A Turn to the Right: The 1990's." Social Welfare: A History of

            the American Response to Need. New York: Dodd, Mead, 1975. Print.

Chappell, Marisa. "Relinquishing Responsibility for the Poor Families: Reagan's Family Wage

for the Wealthy." The War on Welfare. Philadelphia (Pa.): University of Pennsylvania, 2010. Print.

Ellwood, David T. Poor Support: Poverty in the American Family. New York: Basic, 1988.

            Print.

"Throwaway People." PBS. PBS. Web. 22 Mar. 2012.

            <http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/gsearch.html?x=0>.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Narrative Essay

Brittany Schell
Professor Broadous
PAS 113B
21 February 2012
                                                       Love and Loss
August 25, 2008. It is my first day of high school. I picked my outfit out the night before because I was so excited to be a freshman. It is 6:30 A.M., Monday morning. I woke up extra early to curl my hair and to make sure my make up was done to perfection. As my mom drove me to my new school for these next four years, I could not help but think of the new adventures I was going to embark on. It is now 7:45 A.M., I just got to school and already see plenty of new faces. Today I would meet new teachers, new friends, and of course new boys. As the day carried on, I would catch myself day dreaming of how day one of cheer practice would be. Would the girls on the squad get along? Is my coach going to be nice? More and more thoughts continued to race through my head. Thank goodness the bell rang for lunch. I walked into the courtyard to meet up with my BFF Cindy. We have been best friends since the 6th grade when I first moved here from Sacramento. She also made the cheer team and that made everything 10 times better! It is now 2:55P.M. My first day of school is officially over! Practice started in 30 minutes. Cindy and I hurried and changed. As practice went on I noticed the football players watching us. I don’t know if I was enjoying the attention or if I thought they were the biggest pervs at this school! But one did catch my eye. I knew I had to meet him, but I just don’t know how. As a few months flew by I still didn’t make my move on the cute football player. It was now December, and that means basketball season. After my game ended I walked over to the snack bar to help my favorite teacher out during the Varsity game. After about 10 minutes of serving parents and students, I could hear someone talking to my teacher. As I looked up, my heart began to race. I could not believe my eyes. “Hey I’m Antonio.” I could feel myself getting chocked up. My palms are sweaty too, but without thinking I stuck out my hand and said, “Hi I’m Mia.” I didn’t smile or even sound enthusiastic about meeting him. Later he approached me again and he started to flirt. We exchanged numbers by the end of the night. Since that night we were inseparable. He is all I need. April came and it became official. My mom continued to tell me that older boys only want one thing. I don’t believe her because inside I know he cares more than that. I knew he was not a virgin, but I didn’t judge him. It is now four months into our relationship and “it” finally happened. Four days after my 15th birthday, I no longer have my innocence.
            September 15, 2009. I am now a junior and yes I am still with Antonio. I noticed he is more controlling then before. Antonio is going to a junior college in town. He is even on the football team. September 29, 2009. I’m late. “I’m late, my period hasn’t come yet.” Cindy looked at me with confidence and said, “It’ll come eventually, you took Plan B right?” I nodded. “See girl there is no way you are pregnant!” As I walked to 6th period I continued to tell myself I’d be fine. One week later and I still had not gotten my period. Antonio came over so we could take a pregnancy test. As each minute passed I continued to check the stick until finally after the longest 5 minutes of my life I seen it was positive. I burst into tears. My whole body began to tremble. “I want an abortion.” Antonio looked at me and replied “whatever you want, we’ll do.” Antonio called a clinic and scheduled my appointment, but the catch is that I have to be at least 1 month to get the surgery. I already was feeling guilty for pursuing an abortion, but then to have to wait an entire month made it that much worse! Night by night as I lay in bed my curiosity for this child grew. I would catch myself rubbing my belly and thinking of baby names. Motherly feelings took over and I no longer want an abortion. I just don’t know how to tell Antonio. As the abortion date came closer, I called and rescheduled it. October 6, 2009. I have rescheduled my appointment three times already. Antonio and I are fighting over an outfit I wore to a costume party. I can’t take his controlling antics much longer; I mean I am pregnant with his baby! I leave his house in frustration and send him a text that says, “I’m keeping it so you can stay the hell out of our lives!” I finally let the truth out. Later that night my phone began to ring. It’s Antonio. I hit ignore, but eventually gave in. I got in his car and we began to argue. “Of course I would want a kid to play catch with, but it won’t be like that. We will not be financially stable. I would be working two jobs, probably drop out of school, and we both know you would have to live with me because your mom will kick you out.” All I heard is, fantasy: Yes let’s keep it, reality: We will never make it. At that moment I knew I was going to follow through with the abortion. I am going to do it for him. He can finish college and make something of his life like I know he can do.
            The date is finally set. I have to miss a day of cheer tryouts, but I can’t put it off any longer. I am already three months pregnant. November 18, 2009. Today is the day. Antonio picks me up and we head over to the clinic. Of course as we pull in, a protester is standing out front. He looks me in the eyes and shouts, “love your baby, mom! Love your baby.” I want to leave this place, but I can’t find the strength to just get up and walk out of this waiting room. As we wait I don’t say a word, I just let the tears fall down my face. Every time a nurse walks out to call a name I pray that it isn’t mine. “Mia.” A nurse called. My prayer wasn’t answered. December 1, 2009. Antonio breaks up with me. I can’t believe he left me so easily like that. He says it is because I haven’t been the same. I wonder why! My heart was broken after the abortion, but now I feel like there’s nothing there. December 31, 2009. My friends continued to beg me to go out, but I had never gone out with just friends before. I did not want to go until I received a phone call that night that Antonio is out with another girl. I start getting ready immediately and I plan to run into him at the party and make it seem like I am perfectly fine. It is now midnight, and I kiss a total stranger in front of Antonio’s friends. This year I plan to be the biggest player this town has ever seen.
            By May I had slept with 8 guys. I can’t keep up with my actions. I found out from a friend that the most recent guy I hooked up with had Chlamydia. I have never been so disgusted in my life. All that popped into my mind is that I had hooked up with Antonio once before ever knowing about the guy having Chlamydia. So to make matters worse I have to tell Antonio what is going on. Once I told him things got really ugly, but I got him to come to the clinic with me to get tested. May 18, 2009. Ironically it has been exactly 7 month after the abortion and I find Antonio and myself at the clinic getting medicine for the Chlamydia. He wasn’t saying a word to me. I looked him in his eyes and said, “You deserved this.” That was the last thing I ever said to him. October 23, 2010. I am getting sick of this town. Everybody knows everybody. My reputation was getting tarnished. Tonight I am going to a Halloween party. I am already sick of the guys here, but at the party I met someone. He was different. His name was Derek and I knew I wanted him. To my surprise he was not like the rest. He was shy, kind, and loving. He is nothing like me at all. As months progressed we grew fond of each other. We were total opposites and maybe that’s why we clicked. Being around him made me feel happy again. I don’t want to play this one. What I have learned about him is that he is a mama’s boy, he’s thoughtful, he’s 19, he’s never had a girlfriend, and he’s a virgin. I never thought about dating again but if I was going to date anytime soon, I would definitely try to love again with him.