How Does Ethnocentricity Cause Conflict ?

When the British arrived and colonized the First Australians land, they're ethnocentric views on the aboriginal race tore the two communities apart causing conflict. The Aboriginals were barely clothed which made the colonizers implicate that they were savages. The British could only state the differences between them and the Aboriginals. When Aboriginals first saw the British they were open minded and didn't judge or fight back they dance and celebrated their arrival. The Australians accepted the welcoming but still thought of them as barbaric. The British described them as savages and animals with no rights. The British were very biased and only looked at the Aboriginal’s culture and rules through their own eyes ignoring the words of the people and basically treating them like animals. The colonizers believed that they were the superior race; they wanted the aboriginal race to be extinct. They tried to remove the native out of Bennelong, they took him to their land so he could grow accustom to their culture. Bennelong did not enjoy living outside his own land and he later on decided to go back to Australia. Bennelong returning back to Australia made them loose hope in the aboriginal race as ever being civilized. In Bennelong obituary they constantly use words like 'barbaric' and 'savage' they also showed how disappointed they were and how the aboriginals could never be equals with them. In the Book "The Rabbits" it says how more of colonizers came which is true, more settlers arrived and claimed more of the aboriginals land. The British took away the aboriginal plantation such as yam and planted their own food. The removal of their crops upset the aboriginals which made them start a war. The goal was to wipe out the aboriginals so they targeted women and children. When the war ended the aboriginals were still perceived as savages and animals and known as very primitive people. At first If the British had looked at the aboriginals as equals, the lives lost by countless wars and act of violence would have been reduce and they culture might have been secured instead of slowly fading away. There were no advantages that came out of the prejudicial acts by the British.

Julius Caesar Solo

Brutus has just given the pulpit to Antony. Antony is taking Brutus’s speech points a manipulating it so it is beneficial to him.

Act Three Scene 2
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus(85)
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious;
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest—
For Brutus is an honorable man;(90)
So are they all, all honorable men—
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.(95)
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill.
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.(100)
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?(105)
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And sure he is an honorable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause;(110)
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgement, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.(115)

Antony manipulates the crowd by twisting Brutus’s words he uses a lot of persuasive techniques that allow the crowd to believe in him and also plants the idea of mutiny amongst the people. They go wild because so much passion has been stirred up inside them by this speech that is why this speech is significant. It shows Antony as a well spoken person, it also shows that he cares about Caesar a lot. That he is willing to start war in his own country just for his best friend. People believed Antony more because his speech had more techniques and emotion. Brutus’s speech is very unlike Antony’s though he does use techniques they are not as effective and he lacks emotion. Antony executed his speech in a strategic way, he made himself sound weak and the Romans superior which flattered the crowd even more, but the most effective technique, the one that contradicted Brutus’s speech was when Antony went down and made the crowd circle around and see the stabs of the conspirators, it also allows the crowd to see how brutally Caesar was attack therefore making the death of Caesar less honorable and loosing the cause of Brutus’s speech. Overall this passage had a great effect on me I enjoyed reading it and since it is filled with so much emotion I will be able to act it out easily.

Learning Profile A - Logic Dominant

During Humanities class we learned about our Brain Hemispheres and that our brains are split into two, Logic being the left side and Gestalt being the right.Both hemispheres communicate to each other by the Corpus Callosum. When learning is new, difficult or stressful everyone prefers to learn in a certain way, our brain automatically goes to the preferred side. Logic thinkers look at things in linear perspective,starting from parts to the whole whereas the Gestalt learner looks at the bigger picture then starts to look in between the lines and for details.I discovered that I am a Logic dominant learner with an A profile, knowing my profile allows me to be strategic, active and more of an independent learner. It creates a better learning environment for myself and allows me to analyze faster and stress free.

I am more of a pathfinder, I prefer structured learning and orderly structured information and I learn best when I focusing on the details. I am a visual and auditory learner I am able to pick information from my eyes and ears under stress. I learn best when I see what I am being taught I typically prefer images graphs maps etc these visual representations give me more chance of remembering key information.I read to my self out loud and enjoy reading in front of the class and I enjoy acting on the stage. I as an auditory learner, can benefit from recording lectures, watching movies, taping notes after righting them and group discussion.

I need to work on looking at the big picture even when I am stressed out, I find it difficult to connect to my creative side, if I develop sensory motor experiences it will help grow my imagination and creativity.I should experience new ways of learning instead of sticking to one and i should embrace change.

I would like my teachers to know that I do think before I move and I am one of those people who have a to do list. Structured learning helps me a lot because it won't allow me to stray, it keeps me focus and over time I have noticed instructions allow me to understand and plan out easier for example in the Ferdinand Magellan essay that I had to write in Humanities, it became simpler when I made an outline and I wasn't confused because I had sheet to follow.

The Anatomy Lesson of Dr Nicolaes Tulp

The oil on canvas painting, The Anatomy Lesson of Dr Nicolaes Tulp was done on 16th of January, 1632 by Rembrandt Harmenszoon.This painting demonstrates what was happening during the Renaissance because it shows people experimenting with new ideas, reflecting on anatomical knowledge and also proving that the Renaissance was the time for inquiry and reformation. Dissection was a part of the new ideas taking place in the Renaissance , this painting shows Dr.Tulp observing the human arm and it's function. The audience behind him looks very intrested in this subject .Before the Renaissance this would have never been allowed because the church would have been afraid if they were to be questioned about what they believed was the only answer, by Dr Tulp practicing dissection it shows that the church was loosing it's power, people could stray away and seek answers for themselves.This painting shows me that the people of the Renaissance had an interest in learning new things and exploring themselves.

Driving Forces of the Renaissance

Location and exploration was the driving force because it became a competition between countries, they all wanted more land so they colonized and discovered many things for example that the world was not flat and they brought their knowledge of earth back to their countries.
This happened because were starting to realize that the church was corrupt and could be easily bribed so they were not sure whether they information was true or not, they researched and explored to find out the truth for themselves.

What Does Harrisons Character tell us about Conformity ?

What Does Harrison's Character tell us about Conformity ?

When a world is disabled forced to follow the status quote: no one is prettier, smarter or physically advanced and is forced to breed single minded people. Harrison shows that you can break through barriers and and you don't have to be oppressed by the law."Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper... Harrison smashed his headphones and spectacles against the wall. He flung his rubber ball nose, revealed a man who would have awed Thor, god of thunder." They hindered him blocking out all his senses so that he wouldn't cause trouble and make the community think that this isn't a perfect world. At the end it was a catastrophe because still people abiding by conformity.

This I Believe

I believe in laughter, especially when you can laugh at yourself. And, I’m not talking about a little chuckle or giggle. I am talking about the laughter that makes tears stream down your face, makes your abs feel like you just did 1000 sit-ups, and makes your smiling cheeks burn. My entire life I have been a complete klutz. If there is a ditch, I will turn my ankle in it. If there is a sign, I will walk into it. If there is something in front of me, I am bound to stub my toe on it.

After many episodes of stumbling and tripping throughout elementary school, I always wished for the day my klutziness would go away. I would turn a bright shade of red and hide anywhere I could. However, one day back in 8th grade, it all changed. I received a science award at an assembly and had to walk on stage to receive it. It was my ultimate nightmare – my entire junior high had reason to analysis and stare at my every move. I climbed the steps, picked up the award, and started to make my way down the steps back to my seat. And…I fell. Or rather, crashed. My body went flaring as I semi-circled down the flight of steps right onto the floor. The auditorium was silent. There was nowhere to hide. And then it happened – I started to laugh…uncontrollably. I basically have not stopped since.

Many people feel that klutziness is something you grow out of with age. Well, I am still waiting for that to happen. But while I’m waiting, I think I’ll embrace it. My uncanny ability to make a fool of myself happens at least three times a day. People pay money to have someone else make them laugh, while I get to entertain myself for free. In addition, I am pretty sure my close friends and family get quite the entertainment from me, especially because they “aren’t laughing at me, but with me.”

To me, the ability to laugh at yourself is a great gift. And nothing is better than having a gift be contagious. So the next time you do something embarrassing…just laugh. Trust me, it will work.
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I believe in the dwindling generation that some people call our greatest and others simply call “old people.” True, some of them may shuffle when they walk or need their driver’s licenses revoked, but some of my most treasured friends have been recruited from amongst their stoop-shouldered ranks.

I didn’t grow up fearing the elderly. A great-grandmother I can only vaguely remember baked apples filled with warmth, kindness and raisins, and graciously surveyed my clumsy kindergarten artwork. Until I left home I chuckled daily with her daughter, my grandmother, as we searched for silver linings to the clouds of embarrassment. We share a lack of athletic prowess and an awkwardness that once led her to trip down a flight of stairs in front of handsome GI she would have liked to impress, and me to bowl a 21 despite friendly efforts to cheat on my behalf. Years really don’t destroy what human beings have in common.

I marvel at my wise, patient and bright-eyed friends. They have worked hard, done without, and thanked God for the things they were given. They are simple people who split their infinitives, mispronounce for and nuclear, have lost digits in farm-related accidents, and know what it means to be neighborly. They have pinched pennies to buy their children and grandchildren the things they never had, whether they ought to or not. They faced terror and disillusionment in order to paste snapshots of fallen comrades and a genuine swastika armband in their scrapbooks. Many of them are lonely.

They leave a void when they’re gone, but I don’t mind the part of their funerals where you learn that Ruth once chased Max out of her store with a broom for attempting to usher livestock in, and Ephraim was fond of quipping that, “You ain’t never lived ’till you’ve kept a fat, drunk lady on her horse.”

I believe in holding doors open for them, helping them with their groceries, and listening attentively while they brag about long-absent grandchildren and reminisce about the good old days. Someday, I would like to model more than the physical effects of their aging. I hope that I too will have the courage and humility to smile at everyone I meet, and the sense to know what’s really worth worrying about.
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I believe in the dwindling generation that some people call our greatest and others simply call “old people.” True, some of them may shuffle when they walk or need their driver’s licenses revoked, but some of my most treasured friends have been recruited from amongst their stoop-shouldered ranks.

I didn’t grow up fearing the elderly. A great-grandmother I can only vaguely remember baked apples filled with warmth, kindness and raisins, and graciously surveyed my clumsy kindergarten artwork. Until I left home I chuckled daily with her daughter, my grandmother, as we searched for silver linings to the clouds of embarrassment. We share a lack of athletic prowess and an awkwardness that once led her to trip down a flight of stairs in front of handsome GI she would have liked to impress, and me to bowl a 21 despite friendly efforts to cheat on my behalf. Years really don’t destroy what human beings have in common.

I marvel at my wise, patient and bright-eyed friends. They have worked hard, done without, and thanked God for the things they were given. They are simple people who split their infinitives, mispronounce for and nuclear, have lost digits in farm-related accidents, and know what it means to be neighborly. They have pinched pennies to buy their children and grandchildren the things they never had, whether they ought to or not. They faced terror and disillusionment in order to paste snapshots of fallen comrades and a genuine swastika armband in their scrapbooks. Many of them are lonely.

They leave a void when they’re gone, but I don’t mind the part of their funerals where you learn that Ruth once chased Max out of her store with a broom for attempting to usher livestock in, and Ephraim was fond of quipping that, “You ain’t never lived ’till you’ve kept a fat, drunk lady on her horse.”

I believe in holding doors open for them, helping them with their groceries, and listening attentively while they brag about long-absent grandchildren and reminisce about the good old days. Someday, I would like to model more than the physical effects of their aging. I hope that I too will have the courage and humility to smile at everyone I meet, and the sense to know what’s really worth worrying about.