Writing for HS, AM (Scalice, '07)
Felicia Zhang
Posted by fzhang at 2007/07/08 10:15:44 PDT

As humans, we have a tendency to lean on each other. One side might lean more on the other, like the poor would lean more on the people wealthier than them for charity. The richer people would get annoyed after some time, and might start to give less and less to the poor. Yes, they don't give much in return, but weren't the wealthy the ones who landed the poor where they are now in the first place? Like the essay said, we drive all day in our nice cars and lounge all night in our houses, and most of us only contribute to the impoverished only when we are asked to pay for taxes. By doing this, we are, in a way, causing death to hundreds of people everyday, and casting many other hundreds into the street. As said in paragraph four, it is not that people don't have enough, but it is that others have too much. The wealthy possess money that could be used to buy a home for others, but do they readily give up that cash to the needy? Most would use that money to buy things they want for themselves, from clothes to fill up their overflowing wardrobes, to that seventh car "our five year old son would need when he's older".

I am not saying that the wealthy are the only ones to blame. The poor could always find jobs and work their way up to a higher class. But I agree, for the most part, with the Worldview essay. The essay has made me look at the world differently, not from the narrow perspective I usually view the world everyday, but I got to glimpse, if only for a moment, the way the author sees it. As told in the last few paragraphs, the responsibility now felt, though charged my guilt, takes form in hope; to re-forge the community into a better place, with the help of rich and poor together.

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Error (if it is an error):

In the first sentence of paragraph five -- The blatant inequality does not completely touch the heart of fundamental human guilt, however.

"the heart of the fundamental human guilt"

If I remember correctly, I though fundamental meant the basis, or the core of something. So if that is true, then wouldn't it be a bit weird if you said, "the heart of the core of human guilt"?

Just in case I'm wrong there's also another mistake:

$100 a bottle of champaine in the fourth paragraph

It's supposed to be a hundred dollars *per* bottle of champaine

but everybody probably caught that didn't day? Oh well


Posted by fzhang at 2007/07/06 09:50:49 PDT
Tech Trek Interview

To tell the truth, I did not know what was going to happen at my interview for a scholarship to Tech Trek, a summer science and math camp created by California’s American Association of University Women. What will the interviewers ask me? I had questioned myself. What will they think of me? When I was given permission to walk into my science classroom, where the interview took place, I silently reviewed typical interview questions: Why do you want to go to Tech Trek? What are your favorite subjects in school? I would follow through and silently answer: I want to go to Tech Trek because I would like to learn deeper into science and math, two of my favorite subjects.

So when I sat down on the hard plastic chair, and the three interviewers’ questions were completely different from what I expected, I was surprised. They asked me about my hobbies, and what I was interested in, implying that they already knew how I did in school, and just wanted to get to know me better. Even then, I was uptight. I still wanted to impress them by showing them that I could do other things skillfully, too. Trying to concentrate, I attempted not to get distracted by the enticing coffee smell wafting into my nose from where my science teacher was typing away on her laptop across the room. Noise from the kids laughing and screaming outside traveled down the hallway outside the door as I babbled on about what I liked to do during my free time. I admit I got a little tongue-twisted, and I tried not to look into any of the three women’s impassive but piercing stares.

In fact, I tried not to see at all. I withdrew into myself as I concentrated on hearing the interviewers’ questions and thinking quickly on what would be the best answers, then sticking them into coherent sentences. When they asked me a question, I rallied an answer back, and they would bounce back another question. I told them about my trip to the state capital and how I talked with the senator, which they seemed impressed about. I also told them about my participation in my school’s Mock Legislature, and in this club called Math Counts. In return, they asked what sort of things I talked about with the senator, and if I learned anything from Mock Legislature and Math Counts. They also asked me about my essay that I submitted to them by mail earlier, and told me what they agreed with and what they didn’t agree with.

It went like that for some time, until the interview finally ended and the three women interviewers seemed satisfied from what they wheedled out of me. I was relieved that it was over and couldn’t help feeling hopeful that I might win the scholarship. I was very happy when my science teacher hugged me the next day, saying that the interviewers were impressed and that I would probably win the scholarship. It turned out my teacher guessed correctly, and two weeks later I received a letter from the Tech Trek camp at Mills College that congratulated me on getting in. Overwhelmingly excited was the closest to describing how I felt; it was my first scholarship ever, and I will remember the scholarship—and the interview—forever.

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