Interviewing the Uniterviewed

I will interview my friend who is illegal in the US. He lives here for 7 years already and is currently 21. He is a high school drop out and he mainly works as a construction worker.

Research Question: How is life difficult for illegal immigrants in the US.

Interview Questions:
1) What were the circumstaces of your coming to the U.S.?
-How did you handle the change?
2) What was school like? Do you regret your decision to drop out?
3) How did you find yourself as a construction worker?
4) How were your employers treating you?
5) What is your current situation?
6) How does your illegal status limit your everyday life?

Follow-up would be asked if needed!!!

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Levine's poem introduces the reader to the issues at many of today's jobs. They are alienating their workers. Turning them into machines without feelings. Programing them that there is nothing beyond this job. Trying to make itself superior to anyone. Making them forget about anything in the "outside" world.

Many employers take advantage of their workers. They require too much from the employees. The labor follows these orders and gets frustrated too much. Work is becoming too much of a burden. Spending too much time at work pulls the worker further away from his social life. Slowly forgetting about the friends and family. They loose all of their motivation and begin to see no point in what they do. This leads to unhappiness, and carelessness. But they do it, because they have to survive.

This poem brings the feeling of sadness, and boredom that work is bringing upon people. Almost making me think that there is nothing in life that brings joy, only sorrow.

-Roger, Delta Out!!! (shhhhhhh....)

I'm above all...NoooT!!!

When I was growing up in Poland, my family would be described as the lower middle class. We were doing fine but there was always something missing. The reason for this might be that my parents were trying to save money. They had debts to pay for the house they were building (it's big house) and so a lot of the income went into the bank. I actually feel that my previous economic status gives me more hunger for success. I want to be better of economically than my parents, I think everyone has that dream.

Now, here in the U.S. my family is more like the middle class. Nothing essential is missing in our household. As always my parent continue to save as much money as possible but that doesn't put us in a bad economic situation. There is always money for something extra. If I compare the life over here to that life in Poland, I'd say it's better over here. But it's not like I wasn't happy over there because i was. My dream is to go back and live over there anyway.

Seeing how my parents struggled in the beginning and how much money they tried to save, made me respect the "value of money." I learned how to respect every job that is out there, believing that every job has a part in making someone a better person.

I'm out of ideas. Cya...

Who wants status? Seriously, everyone...

Status; it's the imaginary state that everyone tries to achieve. It means a lot of things, recognition, honor and prestige; something you can be proud of. How people see status differs by their values.

My family; they see status in hardworking people. They don't look at where people work, or how much they earn. They value someone who is hardworking and honest. My parents are honest people, and they raised me to be honest and hardworking. They don't like people who are lazy and false.

Most of my friends play soccer, and so do I. The ones that play good get the most respect and everyone want to get along with them. They also look if a person can get along with the rest of a group. If he pisses everyone off, nobody likes him. I feel pretty confortable with my friends as I get along with everyone. My friends mostly value personality, how people get along. I also value personality. I think it is important what is inside people.

We should all sit down and let the others do our jobs!

Well, when I was growing up, my parents were building a house(in Poland). It's finished now, but they put a lot of work into it. I don't really remember what was my age then. I was helping with the little chores; bring this- & bring that. The point is; I know what working means.

As a child, I had this thought that working will bring money. So I was excited about working for money. I didn't even think about the job's difficulty. The pay, that's what counted. I believed that I would spent it on whatever I wanted.

Too bad I was wrong. Work, comes with many responsibilities and commitments. That's what I was always told. "Once you start working, You'll see what it's like." The adults never talked how they feel about their work. They never said anything good about it; they never said anything bad about it. So I think it was fine.