Announcement

Questions:
1. What is the purpose of this announcement?
2. Who is offering the art classes?
3. What will be the focus each class learn?
4. Where do we have to reserve it?
5. What if a eleven years old girl want to attend?

The good and Bad things about Social Media

PRO Social Networking Sites

1. Social networking sites spread information faster than any other media. Over 50% of people learn about breaking news on social media. 65% of traditional media reporters and editors use sites like Facebook and LinkedIn for story research, and 52% use Twitter.
2. Social networking sites help students do better at school. 59% of students with access to the Internet report that they use social networking sites to discuss educational topics and 50% use the sites to talk about school assignments. 
3.  Social networking sites allow people to improve their relationships and make new friends. 70% of adult social networking users visit the sites to connect with friends and family and increased online communication strengthens relationships. 52% of teens using social media report that using the sites has helped their relationships with friends, 88% report that social media helps them stay in touch with friends they cannot see regularly, 69% report getting to know students at their school better, and 57% make new friends.
   4.       Social media helps empower business women. Being able to connect on social networking sites gives business women a support group not readily found offline where female CEOs of Fortune 500 companies are outnumbered by male CEOs 15 to 485.
   5.       Social media sites help employers find employees and job-seekers find work. 64% of companies are on two or more social networks for recruiting because of the wider pool of applicants and more efficient searching capabilities.
   6.       Being a part of a social networking site can increase a person's quality of life and reduce the risk of health problems. Social media can help improve life satisfaction, stroke recovery, memory retention, and overall well-being by providing users with a large social group. Additionally, friends on social media can have a "contagion" effect, promoting and helping with exercise, dieting, and smoking cessation goals.
   7.       Social networking is good for the economy. Social media sites have created a new industry and thousands of jobs in addition to providing new income and sales.
   8.       Social networking sites help senior citizens feel more connected to society. Seniors report feeling happier due to online contact with family and access to information like church bulletins that have moved online and out of print.
   9.       Social media allows for quick, easy dissemination of public health and safety information from reputable sources. The US military and Department of Veterans Affairs use social networking to help prevent suicide. The World Health Organization (WHO) uses social media to "disseminate health information and counter rumours," which was especially helpful after the Mar. 2011 Japanese earthquake and nuclear disaster when false information spread about ingesting salt to combat radiation. The Boston Health Commission used social media to get information to its 4,500 Twitter followers about clinic locations and wait times for vaccines during the H1N1 outbreak.
   10. Social networking provides academic research to a wider audience, allowing many people access to previously unavailable educational resources. Information previously restricted to academia's "ivory tower" can now be shared with the public who do not have access to restricted journals or costly databases.

CON Social Networking Sites

1. Social media enables the spread of unreliable and false information. 49.1% of people have heard false news via social media. On Sep. 5, 2012 false rumors of fires, shootouts, and caravans of gunmen in a Mexico City suburb spread via Twitter and Facebook caused panic, flooded the local police department with over 3,000 phone calls, and temporarily closed schools.
2. Social networking sites lack privacy and expose users to government and corporate intrusions. 13 million users said they had not set or did not know about Facebook's privacy settings and 28% shared all or nearly all of their posts publicly.
3. Students who are heavy social media users tend to have lower grades. Students who use social media had an average GPA of 3.06 while non-users had an average GPA of 3.82 and students who used social networking sites while studying scored 20% lower on tests.
4. Social networking sites can lead to stress and offline relationship problems. A University of Edinburgh Business School study found the more Facebook friends a person has, the more stressful the person finds Facebook to use.
5. Social networking sites entice people to waste time. 40% of 8 to 18 year olds spend 54 minutes a day on social media sites. 36% of people surveyed listed social networking as the "biggest waste of time," above fantasy sports (25%), watching TV (23%), and shopping (9%).
6. The use of social networking sites is correlated with personality and brain disorders, such as the inability to have in-person conversations, a need for instant gratification, ADHD, and self-centered personalities, as well as addictive behaviors. Pathological Internet Use (caused or exacerbated by social networking use) is associated with feelings of loneliness, depression, anxiety and general distress.
7. Social media causes people to spend less time interacting face-to-face. A Jan. 2012 Center for the Digital Future at the USC Annenberg School study found that the percentage of people reporting less face-to-face time with family in their homes rose from 8% in 2000 to 34% in 2011.
8. Criminals use social media to commit and promote crimes. Gangs use the sites to recruit younger members, coordinate violent crimes, and threaten other gangs.
9. Social media can endanger the military and journalists. The US Army notes that checking in with location based services on social networking sites like Foursquare or Facebook could expose sensitive whereabouts and endanger military personnel and operations.
10. People who use social networking sites are prone to social isolation. Social networking can exacerbate feelings of disconnect (especially for youth with disabilities), and put children at higher risk for depression, low self-esteem, and eating disorders. The "passive consumption" of social media (scanning posts without commenting) is related to loneliness.

As I have often argued, technology is neither good nor bad, but, at the same time, it isn't neutral either. The impact that technology has on us depends not on the technology itself, but rather on how the experiences we have with it. It is our responsibility to become informed about the potential benefits and costs of this new digital age and then make deliberate decisions about the type and quantity of technology you use.

http://socialnetworking.procon.org/

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-jim-taylor/the-bad-the-ugly-and-the_b_3346768.html

Resume : Big Hand Print

Big Hand Print is talking about the man who saw the other man, named Bill Lex. He was the man that standing in front of the third story men's bathroom. Soon, the man found out why Bill Lex is standing there, because he is fired. And the man just making it worse to say that Bill Lex's socks doesnt matched.
Bill Lex told the man that he have a wife that pregnant with twins, but he still want to jump off of the building. So, the man just persuaded Bill Lex to not jumped off. After a little while, Bill Lex looked like relaxing and the man just thought that, 'ah, finnaly he wake up' and walk backward so that Bill Lex can come inside. But, when the man walked, Bill Lex took a deep breath and jumped off. The things he know that time was, when Bill Lex jumped off, it looked like in the slow motion. And the things the man remember that he won't and dont want to see any socks that coloured in light green ever again.

Application to join NASA after graduate !!!

Woooaah this is so exciting !!! You have to read them all haaa haa ha . . .
I really want to apply :):):)

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Short Story : Big Hand Print

	T. K. Lee Big Hand Print I This man, Bill Lexx, as I was about to find out, was standing in front of the third story men's bathroom window when I went to use it this morning. Outside the window, not inside the bathroom, but on the outside, in a suit, which I might add was not a three-piece, and he had taken his tie off; his socks didn't match the color of his suit. I only noticed that because I sit down when I pee. I know a lot of men don't do that, or would never admit it, but I do. My grandmother taught me it was impolite to be heard using the bathroom, period.      So, I'm sitting on the toilet, and this man, Bill, I guess he heard me, because I had to put the toilet seat down, you know, so I could sit on it, and it clanged against the porcelain base of the toilet. And he turns around and stares at me. Thank God I hadn't taken my pants off yet. I'd sat down on the toilet to retie my shoes.      I forgot to mention that.      See, Margie, the secretary in my office, made me untie my shoes when she was getting off the elevator. I mean, accidentally, made me untie them. She goes down to the basement to smoke instead of outside, says she can't completely  appreciate a cigarette outside. I had walked a little past the elevator, not meaning to not speak, and then felt guilty and didn't want to be rude so I turned around to speak, and in the process of turning around, I stepped on my left shoestring.      She couldn't have cared less.      The elevator doors shut. So, I took the stairs up to the next floor to go to the bathroom. The bathrooms weren't designed with common sense in mind, just the safety of each gender. The building itself has only had one renovation, and that was out of necessity due to Camille, back in 1969. Nothing else has ever been done to alter its appearance, not even for convenience. It found its way onto the National Registry, about a hundred  years after it housed Confederate soldiers; now, it exists to depreciate history. <  2  >      The men's bathrooms are on every other floor.      And right as I got to the third floor, I saw Mr. Yola and got nervous.      That's how my other shoe got untied because I stepped on my right shoestring when I saw him, but I couldn't stop right then to tie either of them back because I thought Yola had seen me, and even though I was just going to the bathroom, he'd find some way to make me feel guilty for it. He's now the number one man at the Shipping office, and has been since Mr. Leman was found dead floating around Lake Tia O'Khata, last July. Yola's a true Mississippi gentleman; he doesn't have any children. He was mumbling to himself and had a rather glossed look to his face; I just went on to the bathroom, and sat down on the toilet to tie my shoes.      And I don't know what I was thinking. But after I tied my shoes, and this man, Bill, you know, is still staring at me — I told him his socks didn't match his suit.      "What?" Bill mouthed.      He couldn't hear me; the window was closed. I got up and opened the window… however, it's that old kind of window that opens out instead of raises up, so I had to ask him, I had to raise my voice, to scoot over to the left a little bit so I could push the window out.      "What!?"      I tried not to raise my voice, first, and mouthed back at him, instead. You know like you do when you're in a car and you're talking to someone else in another car, like at a stoplight, and maybe you know them.      "Scoot over to the left. I cannot open the window. It opens out, not up."      I motioned with my arms to indicate what I was asking him to do. After a second or two, he caught on. <  3  >      I pushed the window out, and then we had another problem. The window got stuck. See, the windows are tall, and they're plain glass, by the way, not frosted like in the ladies' which all bathroom windows should be, and when I pushed them open, they split, you know, one went out to the right and the other to the left. And the left one, on Bill's side, got stuck. I did try to close it back when I realized he couldn't then step around it, but it wouldn't budge. If the left window had gone all the way back to the wall of the  building, he could have gotten around the window and crawled back into the bathroom. But, as it was, he couldn't move, and the men's bathroom on the third floor is the last room on that floor, on the east side of the building.      Basically, he was trapped. There wasn't any other window for him to go to.      I forgot all about peeing.      I leaned out the window, and looked through the glass at him.      "Hey! I was just trying to tell you your socks…didn't match…your… suit."      I don't know what the hell I was thinking.      Then, you know what he did; he started to cry. And I don't mean simple crying,  I mean deep crying — drool was stringing down from the sides of his lips, cutting off into drops — falling the length of three floors.      I can't believe I told him his socks didn't match.      I don't know what the hell I was thinking. II Eight minutes ago, Mr. Yola fired Bill, without remorse, without regret. I'd passed him, Yola, on his way back from Bill's office, apparently. The things I wouldn't have known if I hadn't gone to the bathroom, huh?      Bill Lexx (and he was very exact with this, methodical) said it took him six and a half minutes to climb out of the break-room window and around to this side of the building. He took two steps a minute, precisely, except at the corner. Bill Lexx was very thorough about this process; I imagine he's rather good at his job: an accountant. Or, you know, used to be. He was also very anxious to explain himself. <  4  >      Of course, this side of the building faced the executive parking lot.      I didn't know why that was important, at first.      Bill Lexx's wife is pregnant with twins. She doesn't have a job. Bill had a wonderful  health plan through the company. Two months away from five years in the same position.  Raises usually start around then. It was the perfect job for a man of exactitude, as he seemed to be.      Bill says he has no idea what happened to the money. I believe him.      Then, again, the tears.      "I signed the papers, I signed off on them, the papers…I know that it it it it it came to the office. Alicia knows…. She can…she she…she'll tell you that!!"  Margie may smoke, but at least she's efficient. But, then, I didn't really know Alicia, other than she'd worn a cotton antler headband with bells on them, at the last three Christmas parties.      It must have been a large amount of money.      I looked down below us. You know, three stories is not all that high. I mean it's not so high that people can't notice you, especially when you're standing on the ledge outside of the building. But nobody even looked at us; none of the people walking by paid any attention.      He quit crying.      And, then, Bill Lexx asked me to forgive him.      "Tell me you forgive me!" He was becoming irrational.      So, I told him.      "I forgive you."      What harm could it do? If it helped him to realize what he was doing, if it helped him think rationally, you know, why not, I'd do it. I mean, I did it. Maybe in a bizarre way I was speaking for the company, you know, to him.  I don't know. At the same time, and it hit me all of a sudden, it…it seemed an enormous responsibility for me to forgive this man. <  5  >      You know, when I first came to work here, the Crisis Management Team, from Community Counseling — their offices are across the street in the Bancorp South building — was hired by this company to conduct a seminar on  "Suicidal Tendencies in the Workforce."      I didn't go.      I didn't have suicidal tendencies.      I don't think outside the box very well, I guess.      "Bill, I know you haven't mentioned jumping off, from, from here, and I am hoping it's because you are changing your mind if that was your original intention."      "I, I….I just, I…" He stuttered. I waited for more.      There was no more. He just stood still.      I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Then, he started sobbing again.      "Your wife is pregnant, Bill! You can't forget about that! She needs you;  those babies will need you! So you lost your job. You'll get another one!"      I didn't believe that myself. It's hard to come back from being fired.      He got so mad he hit the window.      Glass splintered everywhere, down to the ground and all over the ledge.      Then, I peed my pants. I have a fear of ingesting glass; my father was an alcoholic.      Thank God none of the glass hit me.      This would have been a lot worse if we'd been in a kitchen, I thought, Be glad we're  not in a kitchen.      His hand was bleeding, naturally. I ran to the sink, to the towel dispenser and ripped out one of those big rolls of brown paper towels that seem to thrive in industrial buildings. God, I bet that company makes some money. <  6  >      Maybe they were hiring.      I tried to tear off a large sheet of it, but Bill Lexx reached through the broken window, grabbed that whole roll and threw it straight to the ground. He didn't seem to care that he  had glass stuck in his hand, a few brittle shards embedded around his knuckles.      "Bill. Come inside. Please. Don't jump. I mean, look, look! You popped out the glass, you can crawl through, at least…I can get an ambulance…the hospital's only a block or…"      "Shut the hell up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up."      And I'm thinking it's amazing that not one single man has walked into this bathroom yet. We must have some powerful bladders in this building. I was actually starting to get pissed off, you know? Why did I have to deal with this? I wasn't all that close to Bill Lexx; we don't even work in the same department. God, why did I even look at his damn socks.      Still, I was in the middle of it now.      Here I was petitioning for an arbitrary man's life, rallying for his unborn twins and pitiful wife, for his seemingly indiscriminate purpose for living.      Bill stopped crying and stood up. He had alternated half-stand to crouch for most of his confessional. He was bleeding all over his suit, it was navy, a polyester blend, and the empty window frame. He put his hand on the brick wall of the building, preparing to fully stand, I thought.      His hand had such a large spread.      His shoulders relaxed, and he leaned against the wall, standing straight up. He must have been over six feet tall. I guess that's how I saw his socks to begin with; his pants didn't quite fit the length of his legs. He grabbed onto the window frame.      My left hand had been holding, white-knuckled, to the glassless frame stuck on the ledge;  my arm shot out to grab it when he first started to stand up, for support.  I guess I was so nervous, I'd forgotten — as I backed away, you know, to give Bill Lexx room, I backed away holding to the window frame. That with the pressure of Bill's weight must have been exactly the force needed because we dislodged the window. And while I was standing there, my crotch wet from urine, unable to let go of the window frame, Bill Lexx sucked in a quick breath, his hand slipped from the brick, and over  the side he went, without exhaling. <  7  >      I want to say he fell at the same speed as the brown paper towel roll, according to physics, but he didn't. He fell in slow motion, he did.      I watched him all the way down to the pavement; he landed a few feet from an illegally parked dark blue Lexus. Not too many shades different in color from his suit. A passer-by might have assumed he came with the car, or had tripped out of it, consumed by an aneurysm that had caused a terrible nosebleed.  For the fall to be such a significant one, the result was relatively neat and contained.      I guess I killed him. Not that I like admitting that to myself.      It certainly hadn't been my intention. And, I suppose it doesn't even matter now  what color his socks were. But, so you know, they were a light green, like a pistachio.      Argyle, even. Never seen a pair like them since.      I hope I never do.

http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/BigHand912.shtml