The Rwandan genocide debate

Yesterday we had a debate on the Rwandan genocide. We debated back and forth on who to blame and who did what. We mainly tried to get the blame off ourselves and onto another group. I am in the Ugandan group. Uganda, if we were going to pick sides, I would say we were on the Tutsi’s side. Uganda helped the Tutsi’s during the genocide by giving them a safe place to hide and help to again be equal with the Hutus. Some groups think that we were harboring terrorists, but we believe that we were simply making the fight fair by arming and giving the RPF a base. As a group we don’t feel we did anything wrong.


I personally think that everyone at the debate should all be partially blamed for different things in the genocide. Each group could have done more to stop it or more to try to prevent it in the first place. I hope that all the groups will be able to admit this because they all know that they did something. If you did not somehow participate in the genocide, then your group wouldn’t be involved in this debate, or as it seemed at the time, the blame game.

A responce to Emerson's "Man Thinking"

Emerson’s argument in “the American scholar” about American society is still true today.

One reason Emerson’s argument is still true today is that most to all Americans have one job. This job is one that they chose and one that they like. It is one they take pride in doing. They have one job and therefore one main skill. This main skill varies by the job. My dad, in example, is an engineer and the skills he needs are math and science. He doesn’t need to know history, or English. All those things in his mind are lost. When people lose their jobs, it can be difficult to find a new one because you only have one set of skills and one knowledge of one job, so it can be hard to get another job. We should be taught to know more than one set of skills, so this won’t happen to us.

I think that it is a good thing that we are taught different subjects in school. Although we may not like a subject or not do well in it, the skills and knowledge you learned from it may come in handy some day. In some countries, when a child in school has picked out a profession, that is the only thing that child learns about. Say he/she wants to wants to be a computer technician, that person would only be taught things you need to know to become a computer technician. Even though they would become very good at that specific job, it wouldn’t help if they need to find a new job

Halloween story

Halloween is a holiday that at my house is not our favorite, but we try to make the best of it. I am not a huge a fan of Halloween one, because its always cold, two, it sometimes falls on week day and we have school the next day so you can only stay out until like10:00, and three, me and strobe lights don’t mix well together.


Once when I was 8years old I went trick or treating with my sister and brother and parents, like it always used to be, and everything was going fine. So, I went up to a house, like I had done with the houses before that one, and once I was almost up there, I saw a flickering light. It was the first time I had ever seen a strobe light, so I was pretty amazed with it. Imagine this, there is a little girl dressed like Dorothy from the wizard of oz standing on your front lawn staring at your strobe light like it’s the ultimate Barbie dream house complete with all the dolls and an array of furniture and cars. This is what it probably looked like to everyone who saw me, including the owners of the house. After a few seconds, I came out of my daze and back to reality. The current reality that I was walking up to a house, saying trick or treat, getting candy, and running back to my mom to do it again. As I started to get distracted be the flashing light, I started to feel dizzy and tripped over my foot and landed face first in the grass. That was the first time I realized that me and strobe lights don’t go together very well. So I looked away from the light and continued on. I reached the door and just as I was about to walk away, someone jumped out of the bush wearing a scream mask. I screamed and was still with fright for a second. Then I started to run, but I was still blinded by the strobe light, so on my run back, I tripped off the porch into the bushes and landed on the guy who had scared me. I was once again very scared, so I got up and ran to my mom, who hadn’t seen any of it. She was too busy watching my sister go up to the house next door.



Since then I have never been friendly with strobe lights. Every time there is a strobe light on, something painful is bound to happen to me.