Animal abuse and neglect.

Claim: Animal abuse and neglect should be taken more seriously. Report any signs of animal abuse you see, either on the streets or in someone home. Severe consequence for those who abuse the animals, to indicate the severity of this issue.

Grounds: The amount of cases of animal abuse continues to increase throughout the years. 2016 and 2017 combined is 12% of an increase of this issue

Warrant: Animals too have rights, and when we choose to ignore this issues we are taken there right to have a place to stay where they are properly taken care of.

Backing: Lots of people may think that they are just one person, what could they possibly do help? The amount of people who think that is a lot, so if they all just took action, despite being just ” one person”, I’m sure we would be able to make a difference, even if its small.

Animal abuse and neglect is an issues that continues to grow, with very little action being done. Some people probably don’t care about what’s happening to the neglected animals because they aren’t their pets or because they simply don’t care. If the abuse and neglect continues to increase, a lot of the animals are going to die out and soon after all us humans will die too.

My topic for essay 3 is animal abuse/neglect in the United states

Work cited:

Evans, Kim Masters. “Breakdown of common violent offenses committed against animals, 2003. Animal Rights, Gale, 2007. Information Plus Reference Series. Gale In Context: Opposing Viewpoints, https://0-link-gale-com.library2.pima.edu/apps/doc/EJ2210079565/OVIC?u=pima_main&sid=OVIC&xid=4b669ced. Accessed 11 Nov. 2019. Select

Donovan, Josephine. “Aestheticizing Animal Cruelty.” College Literature, no. 4, 2011, p. 202. EBSCOhost, search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&db=edsglr&AN=edsgcl.270980363&site=eds-live&scope=site.

Kordzek, Andrea. “An Exploratory Study of Animal Cruelty Prosecution in New York.” Society & Animals, vol. 22, no. 6, Dec. 2014, pp. 602–622. EBSCOhost, doi:10.1163/15685306-12341354.

Evans, Kim Masters. “Animal cruelty cases, by animal type, 2006.” Animal Rights, Gale, 2007. Information Plus Reference Series. Gale In Context: Opposing Viewpoints, https://0-link-gale-com.library2.pima.edu/apps/doc/EJ2210079562/OVIC?u=pima_main&sid=OVIC&xid=0aae41c2. Accessed 7 Nov. 2019.

1. Habitat deforestation is a global issues, its a large destroyer of biodiversity.
2. Evidence to this, is the many articles, newspaper and documentaries of this issues that still remains unsolved.
3. I think it affects us all, as a whole community , because the destruction of these forests Is the reason we are losing more and more animals and their homes.
4. It affects those who are animal right advocates and those who empathize with the animals.
5. I am apart of the community who is affected negatively because love animals and I think its terribly wrong when their habitats are destroyed by unnatural causes
6. Those who advocate for animal rights, they try their best to spread the word of habitat deforestation and the harms it causes to not only the animals but us people as well.
7. an opposing opinion on habitat deforestation, that I totally don’t agree with, is that habitat deforestation is necessary to make money, and that we should encourage it because ” all animals and plants are resources made for man to eat and use”
8. This issue should be important to you and the class so we are all aware of the damages habitat deforestation causes, I think its important we know how it affects us and not only the animals.

1. Trophy hunting is a global issue, although in Africa a lot of trophy hunting takes places here, its very common.
2. I know this because there are lots of informative newspaper articles on this topic that discuss where trophy hunting is most common and the damage it causes.
3. It affects those of us who empathize and care about animals negatively, like animal rights advocates. And I think it should affect us all in some way.
4. I’m apart of the communities who is affected because as i stated before I really like animals and i dislike the fact that people hunt them just for the fun it, that’s cruel.
5. Lots of those who try to bring awareness to this issue want to inform those who dont know, or know very little, about the cruelty those animals endure being hunted for fun. They also want to tell the difference of hunting and trophy hunting
6. An opposing opinion on trophy hunting is that trophy hunting is not that different from real hunting,
7. Its important you and the class know about this issue so we are all aware of the danger it brings to some of the already almost extinct species of animals

1. Animal abuse and neglect is a growing issue in the united states. In some states it is worse than others but its still an issue that remains unsolved.
2. During my brief research on this issues yesterday, I saw in some states the amount of cases of animal cruelty has increased
3. It affects the United states as a whole. Those who are animal advocates, and animal lovers are the ones who are negatively affected the most. I think even those who aren’t, would also be affected.
4. I would say I am apart of the community it affects the most, because I have always wanted been someone who is more fond of animals than people, all types of animals not just cats and dogs.
5. . Many animal advocates want to bring awareness to animals abuse, I think they try to spread awareness to this growing issue.
6. An opposing opinion on animal abuse is that its the circle of life, that animals hunt and kill other animals.
7. This issue is important to me because I really love animals and they should be treated good. I hope after this essay I can share this issue with my classmates to bring awareness to this important issue

Although both essay include some injustice and a racism, the experience was very different. There were times I had to take a little breather, because I’d get a bit sad thinking of the details for essay 2.

I think my writing skills have improved from this assignment because of the different punctuations I now know how to use correctly.

I like to write descriptive and narrative fiction and nonfiction. I like to write poetry but I can uses lots of improvement there. I like to write about different topics for different types of stories and writing. I like suspense and horror.

Gia Figueroa      

Janel Spencer

Writing 101S

31 October 2019

Only time will tell

            At a very young age, many challenging situations were forced upon me by my parents. Although I shouldn’t have had to go through, allowed me to learn so much. When I think back on the many events that occurred all those years ago, it really makes me realize how much I’ve grown as an individual. I learned that I shouldn’t hold a grudge and to be grateful for what I have, and to not judge people based on their appearance.

            The circumstances I had to grow up in were very complicated and far too long to explain, but I’ll share as much as I can without oversharing. Growing up I was away from my siblings and my parents for a few different reasons. My parents; a drug addict mother who didn’t take care of her kids too well and who I didn’t see much of, and my father, an immigrant man who also did drugs, but from what I can remember, he was a hard worker who tried his best to provide for his kids when he came back from being away.

     Between the years of 2008- 2010, my dad moved into a little studio apartment right next to his parents, my grandparents’ house where I lived. For a very little while I was at a foster care before I was officially adopted by my guardian, who is my aunt from my father’s side. Often times my siblings would be there at my dad’s when things with my mom were messy. That’s how things were, my mother would sometimes say and do mean things which would result in my siblings having to go somewhere else to sleep. Since I didn’t really grow up with my siblings and parents, it sadly seems like they are strangers to me. I didn’t get to experience all the things my siblings did. Which was probably a good thing for many not-so-pleasant reasons, but it also makes me feel alienated with my siblings.

            I remember the times when I’d go with my dad and my brothers up to a really big expensive house on the Northside to pick up his payment from that week, since he was a landscaper. We would drive in his 2000 red Chevy Silverado, that would squeak when you hit the brakes too hard. He’d split the money evenly between him and the 2 or 3 other workers with him. Afterwards we would go to the grocery store, and if the pay was good he would tell us to get whatever we wanted. He would also never check the prices of things and every time my sister or I were to say something his response would be, “Don’t worry about it, Mija, that’s what I work for,” with his heavy Mexican accent.

            There would be times when we would get odd looks from people, who were typically Caucasians. They would look at the cheap clothes my siblings and I had to wear, my dad’s dirty work clothes and they would make a face. It was a mix of pity and judgment. At school I was picked on because I didn’t have nice brand clothes like everyone else.  We often had to wear hand-me-downs or cheap clothes from stores like Factory 2 U and Savers. They would give us looks of pity and sometimes it even looked like disgust. Some old white lady once called my dad a “no good, useless wetback who doesn’t belong here.”  because he had traces of sweat and dirt on his clothes from working outside for hours, making a living. That same day I cried in my room at my grandparents’ house because I saw the way my dad’s face dropped at her words.

            The judgment didn’t always come from strangers. There’s a decent amount of snobby relatives who fall into the category of people who judge others by their appearance. The looks of judgment and disgust from strangers were more than enough; adding some family to that, made the feeling of hurt all the more painful. At times it wasn’t even towards me or my family but I’d witnessed the stares people would give those who were dressed in dirty, and ragged clothes people wore from a day of work. Those people in the dirty, ragged clothes are probably more hard working than the one judging them, they might be barely making ends meet and with little-to-no money to spare, just like my dad did. Some people struggle more than others, passing rude judgment is unnecessary and belittling. 

            Money was always kind of tight, not only in my living situations, but my siblings’ as well. There were times when we struggled to have enough food to feed six hungry, growing kids, and my dad, and sometimes even my mom. We had to each get a small portion of the already little food we had, but my daddy always found a way, even if it meant sacrificing his portion of food. He always tried his best to make sure we didn’t struggle too much, even if he had to overwork himself.

            In 2010, I returned from school one afternoon to be informed that my daddy had left again, for who knows how many years this time. My father was stopped on his way to work that day and was sent to prison in California for a few years. All the while my father was gone, my siblings went back to my mother’s and I spoke to them little to never, aside from my sister. My daddy was like the glue that stuck us siblings together, and without him, the already painful and increasing hole in my heart increased when we had no contact for years. 

            When I was a little kid, I had always been told by some snobby relatives, what kind of people my real parents were— it was almost taboo to bring them up. I was angry and I felt left abandoned. My mother left me at my nans one day and I didn’t see her or my siblings for years. It felt like she just left me and kept my brothers and sister. My father had been arrested a few times, for reasons my young self didn’t understand. I thought my daddy, too, had left me behind. Growing up without them was very lonesome. I felt like such an outcast where I was. I remember the whispers of people asking “ Oh, who is that little girl?” They’d look at me strangely.  “Oh Miguel, who’s her mom? Why is she with you?” Those words from some of my relatives, not only made me feel unwanted— but they also added fuel to my growing anger. I didn’t understand why my father was always away. Or why my mother left me. But in all honesty, aside from the circumstances of our lives, even though I was angry at my father, he was my favorite.

            After my dad got out of prison he was sent him to Mexico again. My father had gotten caught and deported a few times, but he had crossed illegally to come back to Tucson. Something I wish I would’ve  realized sooner was the fact that my dad would risk coming back and getting caught to come back to his kids. I remember he would tell me it would take him three days, since he had to walk.

            Once my father was settled in his little studio apartment it was around 2012. He had searched for jobs to earn money to support himself. My sister and some other relative would send him money when he couldn’t find any jobs. I even sent him money when I had earned some from cleaning my cousins room for like 15 or 20 dollars. While my father was in Mexico, I had been told two different stories. One by the people I lived with. The other by my mother. I still to this day have no idea why I was left behind. When I asked my daddy when I  visited him in Mexico, he told me, “When your crazy bitch of a mother did that, I wasn’t there. I was in the bote. I’m sorry, mija, but I knew you’d be alright. I’m sorry, mija. I love you kids, your daddy was a pendejo sometimes, I don’t like leaving you guys.” With the new knowledge I had received I felt that I shouldn’t have been so caught up in my own selfish anger. I wish I would have known that all those years before anything bad happened.

            In 2016, my father didn’t get better. His once golden tan skin, was pale. His dark chocolate eyes, didn’t have the same life in them as before. They were tired and dull. His pallid face always put a lump in my throat every time I looked at him. Even now, that pallid, exhausted express my father had for so long aches my chest and causes the familiar lump to grow. Eventually my father was admitted into the hospital in Mexico. Those two weeks he was there, I cannot put into words how nerve-wrecking, and suffocated those days were for me. All five of my siblings and my mother were with daddy on his last day. Unfortunately I wasn’t, and I regret that with every single fiber of my being.    

            Despite the complicated and unbalanced relationship I had with my father, I learned a lot from him. As much as it causes me an aching pain to my heart to say this, it took me so long, the point where my dad was miles and miles away and became ill to realize; I should be grateful for what and who I have in my life. I also learned that you should never judge someone based on their appearance. You never know what that person is going through and what their struggles are. I’ve tried my best and I couldn’t wish more that I had come to realize what a waste holding a grudge was, a grudge which was not entirely my father’s fault.

5 titles for my story

What I should’ve realized sooner, Don’t be an a**hole, ” mija”, Only time will tell, what made me who I am

Creative title

            At a very young age, many challenging situations were forced upon me that although I shouldn’t have had to go through, allowed me to learn so much. When I think back on the many events that occurred all those years ago, it really makes me realize how much I’ve grown as an individual.  I learned that I shouldn’t hold the grudge, to be grateful for what I have and to not judge people based on their appearance

             The circumstances I had to grow up in were very complicated and far too long to explain, but I’ll share as much as I can without oversharing. Growing up I was away from my siblings and my parents for a few different reasons. My parents; a drug addict mother who didn’t take care of her kids too well and who I didn’t see much of, and my father, an immigrant man who also did drugs, but from what I can remember, he was a hard worker who tried is best to provide for his kids when he came back from being away.

             Between the years of 2008- 2013, my dad moved into a little studio apartment right next to his parents, my grandparents’ house where I lived. Often times my siblings would be there when things with my mom were messy. That’s how things were, my mother would sometimes say and do mean things which would result in my siblings having to go somewhere else to sleep at.  Since I didn’t really grow up with my siblings and parents, it sadly seems like they are strangers to me. I didn’t get to experience all the things my siblings did, but it’s a good thing for many reasons, but it makes me feel alienated.

            I remember the times when I’d go with my dad and my brothers up to a really big expensive house on the Northside to pick up his payment from that week, he was a landscaper. He’d split the money evenly between him and the 2 or 3 other workers with him. Afterwards we would go to the grocery store, and if the pay was good he would tell us to get whatever we wanted. He would also never check the prices of things and every time my sister or I were to say something his response would be, “Don’t worry about it Mija, that’s what I work for” with his heavy Mexican accent.

There would be times where we would get odd looks from people, who were typically Caucasians. They would look at the cheap clothes my siblings and I had to wear and my daddy’s dirty work clothes. At school I was picked on because I didn’t have nice brand clothes like everyone else. We often had to wear hand me downs or cheap clothes from stores like Factory  2 U and Savers. They would give us looks of pity and sometimes it even looked like disgust. Some old white lady once called my dad a “ no good, useless wetback who doesn’t belong here.” That same day I cried in my room at my grandparents’ house because I saw the way my dad’s face dropped at her words.

            Money was always kind of tight, not only in my living situations but my siblings’ as well. There were times where we struggled to have enough food to feed six hungry, growing kids, and my dad, and sometimes even my mom. We had to each get a small portion of the already little food we had, but my daddy always found a way even if it meant sacrificing his portion of food. But he always tried his best to make sure we didn’t struggle too much, even if he had to overwork himself.

            Things remained the same for a while longer. In 2010,  I returned from school one afternoon to get be informed my daddy is gone again, for who knows how many years this time. My father was stopped on his way to work that day and was sent to prison in California for a few years. All the while my father was gone, my siblings went back to my mother’s and I spoke to them little to never, aside from my sister. My daddy was like the glue that stuck us siblings together, and without him, the already painful and increasing hole in my heart increased when we had no contact for years.

            When I was a little kid, I had always been told what kind of people my real parents were, it was almost taboo to bring them up. I was angry and I left abandoned. My mother left me a my nans one day and I didn’t see her or my siblings for years. It felt like she just left me and kept my brothers and sister. My father had got arrested a few times, for reasons my young self didn’t understand. I thought my daddy too, had left me behind. Growing up without them was very lonesome. I felt like such an outcast where I was at. I remember the whispers of people asking “ Oh who is that little girl?” They’d look at me strangely. “ Oh Miguel, who’s her mom? Why is she with you”  Those words from people im related to, not only made me feel unwanted but they also added fuel to my growing anger. I didn’t understand why my father was always away. Or why my mother left me. But in all honest, aside from the circumstances of our lives, even though I was angry at my father he was my favourite.

             After my dad got out of prison he was sent him to mexico again. My father had gotten caught and deported a few times, but he had crossed illegally to come back to Tucson. Something I wish I would’ve  realized sooner was the fact that my dad would risk coming back and getting caught to come back to his kids. I remember he would tell me it would take him 3 days, since he had to walk. Once he was settled in his little studio apartment it was 2012ish.

            My father had searched for jobs to earn money to support himself. My sister and some other relative would send him money when he couldn’t find any jobs. I even sent him money when I had earned some from cleaning my cousins room for like 15or 20 dollars. Whilst my father was in mexico I had been coming to the age where I wanted to know why I was where I was and my family where they were. I had been told two different stories. One by the people I lived with. The other by my mother. I still to this day, have no idea why I was left behind. When I asked my daddy when I had visited him in Mexico, he told me in his Mexican accent“ When your crazy, bitch of a mother did that, I wasn’t here. I was in the bote. Im sorry mija. But I knew you’d be alright. Im sorry mija. I love you kids, your daddy was a pendejo sometimes, I don’t like leaving you guys.” 

sorry it’s late*********

1. What I learned about others from my experience, is that a little kindness can go along way. You don’t know what someone else might be going through, maybe they were having a bad day. Or life has been throwing countless shit at them. Everyone struggles. Some more than others. A little kindness can possibly brighten up their mood a little.
2. I learned that I spent a very long time being angry. I should’ve just looked pasted it and enjoy, what felt like such little time, with my father. Both before and after he became ill.
3. What I learned from our cruel world , that I had already knew but didn’t really grasp the idea of, is that anyone at any minute can be put in taken away from you. Perhaps a friend or a relative.
4. What’s most important to me is the safety of my loved ones, including my pets.
5. I don’t think I have much needs. The only thing that comes to mind is that when I’m not doing anything I feel like I need to read a book or keep my hands occupied. If that makes sense. What is needed from me? I think maybe a little more patience and motivation. Less attitude maybe?