My Favorite.!!

My favorite blog post was ,"Does history matter?" because this blog made me realize that we make history eeryday. We make history in the world, in our lives, in the country we live in, practically everything we do, and say will affect somone or something in this world one way or another. Histry represents who we are today, to the people in the future. We record history to have prove of what we have done, and the outcome of it. Most of the time we only record in our history and only teach what we do good and everything that is good for us. We tend not to teach other about our mistakes but only about what we have done the right way to make us look like role models who had done most things right. Knowing that a choice i make today can make a difference in someones history is what makes me like this blogs post a lot and it is why this is my favorite one.

What does it feel to be an immigrant.?

 At this point in time beingan immigrants was a lot worse then it was back then. people had to go through phisycals, cross the atlantic or pacific ocean and very poor conditions. The immigrants traveled in steering section in which diseases were spread rapidly due to the fact that the rooms were very small. Many of these immigrants came from the western and eastern europe. According to these pictures, they did not look happy at all, but who can be happy when they have left everything behins in their cuntries to become practically nobody here. If coming here now as a legal person is hard for someone, i can imagine how hard it was probably for them when they had no internet to communicate with their family or any technology. It must have been hard and very hurtful for them.

Factory Slavery..

According to this song and what we have discussed in class these women and girls whom worked at the factory were not conditioned to do this hard job. Te apperently worked in very poor conditions until very late. From day to night, from light to dark, they worked all they long, they would wait for the stars to come because they would know that it would mean they could go home. They could rest a little.The slaves were treated so bad that they did not even get any food. They even had dreams about sowing buttons. I think it is brutal the conditions these women wored in, and it is understandable that they would prefer to die then to live like this.!

Going To The West

Searching For A Better Life, Not.