Egypt Seminar

to prepare for our assembly on Egypt we used class time to look up what exactly was going on in Egypt today. or if you were me, you were reading  about it for the first time. unfortunately when the revolution was going on I was not very interested in forgine affairs.

What is the biggest problem facing Egypt today?

Egypt biggest problem today would be it's economy. While it has its strong points, like a literacy rate of 66%  and a life expectancy of 70 years.  It also has some negative points like a 26.6% poverty rate.  that means a little over one fourth of Egypt's vast population lives in poverty, and can't afford to take care of themselves and their families.  Another down fall is the birth rate far surpasses the death rate causing the already full country to stretch its capacity even more. The families living in poverty could possibly be the parents to these children, thus they are born into a slimmer chance of becoming so much more than expected because of money restrictions. Access to good education may be limited.  39% of 20-24 year olds are currently unemployed in Egypt.  Many of the unemployed youth hold degrees from creditable universities. showing even the brightest are suffering currently. What is even worse is they can't afford to go to another country to look for a job to get temporarily until  Egypt's employment rate goes up again.


How much should America be involved?

I believe many countries need help right now, Egypt is a near and dear ally of ours. However America needs to spread the love closer to home.  Now while we are better off in many ways we need to spend more time taking care of our own. I do believe in supporting Egypt while it rebuilds, but I am torn. America could be so much more than it is but we keep spreading the love everywhere but home. I am truly torn because as a person I want to help them but logically this is something they have to do themselves. Egypt will have to pick up and rebuild on its own. With minimal outside help. They will be even more unified and become stronger if they only use their own people, and their own strength to rebuild into a powerful nation again.  So America needs to be more in the outside for this one.

Q1: What do you feel really unifies the Egyptian population?

Q2: Where do you want Egypt to be in a few years.

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Home

I come from a home that always seemed to smell of nicotine and coffee.
You could always here discussion loud laughs and soft whispers,
Protecting little ears, from words we must not hear.

My Grammy laughing sarcastically at poppy's remark
My mother groaning annoyed looking for Freddie's favorite book,
Tearing the house apart.
My brother laughing gleefully as we play together

Sounds and memories still held close to me.

My florescent pink walls smeared with makeup taken,
The baby blue of Bubby's colored and drawn
Logos and barbies everywhere you look,
"What is clogging the heating vent?"

Punkin pie, apple pie turkey in the oven
Smells that still make me salivate
Music playing , Grammy singing
Grandpa smiling, Lighting a cigaret.

Little cries of me not yet wanting to sleep
Tic-tock-tick-tock of the pacer, my favorite lullaby
Bark-giggle-bark-giggle my alarm clock,
Telling me to rise and play.

It was fun to run down the bully of a side walk
The ever changing levels making me stumble and trip.
Skinned knees, scratched hands,
Salty tears and soft smiles.

That side walk where i waited for the bus,
Argued i was sick, saying no need to attend school
Where i would meet up with the twins,
On my way to school, what a drag

And how big it was! The house seemed so larg!
The stairs seemed to lead to a tower,
And the basement was our musty dungeon
And Boco our Labrador was the dragon.
But now?

The house is silent, i do my homework,
Boco is gone, Oger is here, not my boco
The halls are cramped and small

No dolls no legos no music,
No books, no pie,
No cigarettes and no Tick tock
Just silence, Sometimes blissful,
Sometimes eerie.

Memories of the past fallow me,
As I travel up and down the small stairs,
down to the basement to do laundry,
Into my backyard to pull a weed

Voices of the past lead me to smile,
To believe in so much more
A picture or two, maybe a necklace
A ring, a picture, a pocket knife
being asked to make the pie,

It makes the silence bearable,
Less frightening, less to myself,
That is where I come from, and where I am,
All my past and all of me
And All i can ever hope to be.