That is one too many. This is just unacceptable. Poverty does not only have a direct effect on the financial backing for these children and their families, but it has much higher physical, social, and emotional complications. Children who grow up poor, as a result have had worse access to medical care than someone who has grown up under better financial circumstances, so they are more likely to get sick and stay sick for longer, since they cannot get decent health care right away.
This problem needs to be fixed before a generation of impoverished children lose out on what is equally and rightfully theirs as American citizens. Education should be equally accessed, and a proper future should be attainable by all children, regardless of their financial situation. It is not their fault that they are behind because of a social issue. In order for everyone to excel, especially the generation of tomorrow, they need to be given the opportunity, and in order for this to happen, the poverty rate among children needs to be diminished. This can become a vicious cycle after some point, and once these children become wrapped up in everything that being poor entails (dangerous and violent neighborhoods, easy access to drugs and alcohol, worse public schools) they can become stuck. Please save our children now before it is too late.
1.6C: Autobiographical Narrative
Directions: Now it is time to complete the autobiographical narrative you've been collecting ideas for during the preceding sections. Your final draft will be read and evaluated as part of your grade for this course. It should be at least five paragraphs long.
Look at the "Writer's Workshop" section on pages 130-132 of your textbook for a description of the narrative and steps you should follow to organize your thoughts and produce a polished final draft. There is a short sample section from the conclusion of a student narrative on page 132.
I always hated to do new things. I thrived on consistency and stability. I never enjoyed surprises, nor did I enjoy being told things last minute; I needed to have time to adjust and prepare for everything. That's why when my father told me that we were moving, my heart dropped to the floor. "Why are we moving dad?!" "Where are we going?!" "What happened?!" The same three questions just kept coming out of my mouth, without any sort of attempt on my part. They just felt like the natural transition to my state of despair. I did not want to move. I loved my house, I loved my neighborhood, I loved my school, but most of all, I loved my friends. What was going to happen to all that? But unfortunately, my father got a promotion which would require us to move to another state. I thought that my life would officially be over.
Leaving my former life as I knew it couldn't have come at a worse time. Being in the fifth grade was difficult enough, now I had to start everything all over again, in another state, where no one knew who I was, and where people might not even like me. I could not even look at my father. My anger about the situation and my frustration for everything that I had to give up was taken out on him. Saying goodbye to my friends was hardest of all. I had to hold back the tears that were inevitable. My emotions ran wild as I fought to keep my disappointment inside. It seemed like a nightmare that I would never wake up from. After the long goodbyes, and the strength that it took to hold back my feelings, we packed up our car and headed toward my unwanted new life.
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