Tuesday, September 18, 2012

BLOG #2


                                    Utopia and Dystopia

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/utopia?s=t


According to the Dictionary Reference “Utopia is an ideal place or state or any visionary system of political or social perfection”. It has to do more with fiction than reality, because all we know there is not such a thing as perfect as they’re saying. In this world where we live, perfection does not exist, is definitively something unreal or just fictitious. I believe that in the struggling of trying to find perfection in laws or society, we make things even more difficult and hard to reach. So I can say that utopia is a nonexistent place that just exists in our heads, because we’ll never going to reach or get perfect laws that make perfect places. Laws in our society are always going to be imperfect, because it can contribute to a benefit for some people and at the same time, it may impede the process of improvement for some other people. So our society will never approach to the perfection or to a visionary system of political or social perfection, it just exists in science fiction.
On the contrary, according to the same source “Dystopia is a society characterized by human misery, as squalor, oppression, disease, and overcrowding”. It’s the opposite of Utopia, and I believe that is more likely to be the world where we live. In our society there are not perfect places with perfect laws. Misery, oppression, disease, etc., we find them around the corner. As I said before, laws tend to go side by side, beneficing some part of the people, and prejudicing and harming some other people. Thus I believe that the system that we have in laws and society will never change. People will always try to take advantage of the laws and benefit themselves with everything, leaving aside the fact that we live in the same world and making an unequal world with misery and poverty for the majority of the population and joy and wealth for the minority of the population. 

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

BLOG #1


Hugo Avila
9/12/2012

Autobiography

My name is Hugo Avila; I was born in March, 19 1992, so that means I’m 20 years old now. I’m from the cost of Ecuador, a small city called Manta where people are used to believe in the well living. When I was a child I used to live with my grandparents whose I still remember them because of the concepts of living and the education that they gave me. I’m the middle of 3 brothers, and at the time of my childhood my father was living in another city, and my mother was living here in the United States.
I can say that I had a great time being a child because even though I didn’t have my parents with me, my grandparents provided me the best thoughts and education that they could. I was an excellent student on the school and the high school, being always around the highest and better students of the school. I always wanted and had the dream to become a doctor but things just didn’t work out and I changed my mind, so because of it I started to have some problems with my parents, and family because they didn’t give me the support that I needed to study another career. Then I moved with my brother in law to Quito which is the capitol of Ecuador where I had a great time, I started to work as a bank teller and study something like Criminal Justice to become a lawyer…
I loved to study this career but sometimes I felt overwhelmed and my mother who live here in the United States told me that I qualified to be residence of USA and she wanted me to come, so I began to don’t show up to classes and having parties with my friends of the college. I didn’t really want to come because my life was used to be great and I was afraid of leaving my country and the people like family and friends. After that I came here without knowing English, things were totally different. I didn’t have friends, or a job or a college to go because of my language. I was feeling stuck in this country but I began to read books in English and just try to give my best to learn this language. I’m 2 years now in this country and it’s still harder to live here with another language and a busy schedule because of the school and work. I don’t blame my parents for bringing me here to this country because I have learned to be a better person, responsibly, reasonably, respectful, etc… though it’s still difficult, I’m having a great time and giving my best.