September 2020

For this paper I am going to contrast Dr. Mona’s ethical dilemma with an ethical dilemma from my chosen career path. I’ve picked forensics, so I’ve been trying to pick a dilemma that makes sense to me. For some reason it’s been kind of difficult. I think I want to go with when you have to figure out what evidence you want to present to a court because what you say is important. Whatever you present might be the difference of life or death to whoever you’re presenting evidence for/against. You have to think about how you may not be asked all of the questions that you have answers for and you have to think about how you’re gonna word things. I don’t know, hopefully that is a good enough of an ethical dilemma because I feel like I can’t find another option that’s good enough. I’ve already started my rough draft a little bit so hopefully I can get it done successfully pretty soon.

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1. How did Dr. Mona’s actions make a difference in the community of Flint? 
2. Can you think of a time in your own life when you have made other people aware of a problem that they were not aware of?
3. What can you do as an individual to make the world a better and safer place?

 

In What the Eyes Don’t See, Dr. Mona took her job as an advocate for children seriously, and when she got credible information that something was seriously wrong with the water that her patients were drinking, she was quick to start researching and trying to get a political-action ball rolling. She did everything she could to speed up the process of getting information to the public instead of just waiting for those in authority who weren’t listening to stall forever or not do anything about it. Her actions helped catch and issue that kids could have been unknowingly be a victim of for a lot longer had she not done anything.

Once last year I had a situation similar to hers, where there was a problem happening and no one really knew. It was small, but an issue nonetheless. I was assistant tutoring my Jr. High choir teacher, and in the boys class this boy I know came up and sang a line (we do lines of music out of a book for practice with rhythm and sight reading) and left, then another boy I also knew (who likes to talk and tell people things he probably shouldn’t) came up laughing and told me the other boy just did someone else’s line for money, which he wasn’t supposed to do. He’s a good kid and I was surprised he did that, but apparently he needed money to go bowling. I had to tell the choir teacher what he did because he really wasn’t supposed to.

As an individual, I can the world better and safer by speaking up and advocating for causes that need change as quickly as possible. Sometimes it takes someone to start the conversation and pointing out that something is wrong in order to show others that something isn’t right. If no one knows something is wrong, how can any change happen? The eyes don’t see what the mind doesn’t know.

1. What is literacy to you?
2. Who’s one of your Sponsors of Literacy?
3. Write a scene with this Sponsor of Literacy like Fishman did in her piece. (200+ words)

 

• To me, literacy is the ability to read text, and not only read it, but to really put meaning behind it. I read a book, and I don’t only take in the words on the page, there’s a whole story there for me to understand. Anything I do that involves words, be it writing, or reading, or even thinking detailed thoughts, I see as literacy.
• My mom is one of my sponsors of literacy. Besides school, she taught me almost everything I know involving things like reading and writing.
• Running from the bathroom after brushing my teeth in my upstairs room, I jump into my bed and quickly snuggle under my covers. The sun has not yet gone down, as it is still the middle of summer, and I become a little upset that I must go to bed even though the sun is still out. The window cracked, I begin to hear the constant sounds of the crickets in the field, and a cool breeze blow in to the window from our valley in the hills. I hear footsteps up the stairs and quickly get out of bed to select one of my favorite books. My mom sits on the bed and asks for the book I hold in my hands. I jump under the covers again and get ready for my story. “In a cave in the woods, in his deep dark lair, through the long cold winter sleeps a great brown bear…” begins the book. Her voice rises and falls with the character changes, and I fall into the familiar book easily as I fight sleep. “”Hi Mouse!” says Hare. “Long time no see!”…”, she squeaks out as she voices the character. The book continues to its end, and I begin to drift off. My mom tells me “good night”, and I quickly fall asleep.