If you could describe the game in one word, what would it be? Confusing

What did you expect at the beginning of the game? It to be fun.

When did you realize that something was wrong? When Wendy was yelling at me.

How did you deal with it? Threw cards at her

How did not being able to speak contribute to what you were feeling? It frustrated us even more

 Is my title above appropriate for the game of "culture."  Why or why not? Yes, because it shows what little communication and rules and laws are different.

 Is a universal language and set of customs necessary for world peace and harmony? Yes.

 What can a simple card game teach us about our culture? It is all different in many ways.

Afghanistan

I believe that what those soldiers are doing to those young boys in Afghanistan is completely unacceptable and it is completely unreasonable to continue to let it occur. For the American people nothing is more precious than the younger generation. If the troops overseas would put themselves in the position of the boys that have fallen victim to these heinous and vicious sexual acts being performed on them. And how would those boys react to hearing that armed troops knew it was going on and refused to do anything or even worse got orders to stay away from the situation? We are supposed to serve and protect all people and protecting the youth of the world is where we should start.

The sociological imagination I would like to see the boys saved from the situation and if it continues to happen and our own troops are attacked and killed for helping their country for the actions of the troops. If our troops start to fall victim to the Afghanistan troops, the American soldiers should be pulled out and returned home. If they want to keep their terroristic sexual actions, they should have their country punished for the traditions that have started and we shouldn’t risk the lives of our troops if it doesn’t affect Americans in any way.

Piggy's Letter to Aunt Sally

Dear Aunt Sally,
  
I have been trapped on a desert island with other kids my age and we have no means of escape. There have been appointed leaders and ranks. I have met many different characters of people, but none of them will listen to my ideas or plans.
    
The first boy I came into contact with goes by the name of Ralph. He is a fine, fair blonde-haired fellow. Our group appointed him leader and he used a few of my ideas to help set up the groups and organize the children accordingly. Ralph and I were the first to meet and eventually found the conch together. After blowing into the conch a couple times and hearing its loud booming tone, Ralph and I noticed that one by one other children approached the beach we had taken refuge on. When every living person was at the beach, they made the rule that whoever had the conch in his hands, had the right to speak.
    
After a while the Choir and there leader, Jack, found the beach that we had set up camp on. Jack was very confident and had a cocky edge to him and was a natural leader. But the group favored Ralph as the leader and Ralph appointed Jack and the choir as the hunter gathers. Or the Altos and Tenors. Like the game we played in class, they had to have the one thing (a part of the choir) and then another specific rule to split them into the two classes.
   
The Beast is the killer instinct inside all of us. And you either have to control it and learn how to harness it or it will destroy you and everything around you. Without rules or any type of control the beast will take over and anarchy will result. There has to be rules and punishment for breaking them, or the Beast will take over and destroy everything in its path. My dear aunt I hope it does not come to that point because when teamwork ceases, no one will make it and so many lives will be cut short. Simon has the understanding or the Beast and the fear or not surviving and he can grasp it and control it but I'm not sure about the rest of them.

I do not want to be on this island any longer, a life has already been lost in a terrible fire accident and who knows, maybe mine could be next.
      
                                                                            Love,
                                                                            Piggy.

Microsociology vs. Macrosociology

With microsociology, it shows how everything works as long as you have all the right parts of a machine in the right places, even the smallest little nut or screw falls out of a machine, another part could fall off and then another until the machine does not work anymore. It’s like a football team, it is good when every player is there and doing his job, but as soon as one guy gets hurt or needs a break, you might see a bit of a struggle, even if the individual is not always in the spotlight, his role might be important to the point where the individual is needed to have success.

But in terms of macrosociology, the same point can be made using the example of a football team, except as the team and not individuals. Like if there is a team that is very talented but they still lose just because the fact that the other team is better than them, or they made big plays when the game came down to the wire. It could be as simple as one guy making a mistake and it affects the outcome for the whole group, or it could be compounding mistakes and no one is more at fault then the next guy, or like I said, the other team is just simply better.

Sociological Mindfulness

I think all people have their own unique perspectives, opinions, and generalizations about certain races or groups of people. An example would be like how every town, except for Webster, thinks that Webster kids do nothing but party, when in reality that is only a small percentage of that age group. On September 11, 2001, there were large scale terrorist performed by Islamic/Muslim-extremist terrorist on United States soil. And the generalization started that every Muslim is a terrorist, but it was actually only one terrorist group, and the acts of that group ruined the reputation of an entire religion. I also believe that the opinions of people, especially in America, can be influenced by the National Media and how they always twist the truth so it seems like we are always the good guys, although it’s not always the truth. When there is a brutal war going on in a foreign country emotions can get to you if you are a soldier or a freedom fighter for Iraq, and you might perform an action that otherwise you would not. Even though the perspective of other nations, cultures, and religions are different from what the truth actually is, there are still good people all over the world. There are people in the Middle East that would help any person in a heartbeat and there are also Americans that would do the same for non-Americans. Lastly, I see myself fitting into the big picture of society, enforcing the law. Being a police officer and hopefully making the world a better, safer place. It would be an honor and a privilege to enforce the laws that were made by so many brilliant minds of the past, present, and future laws that we cannot even come close to predicting what they could possibly be.