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GHETTO BABY BOY NAMES. BOY NAMES
Ghetto Baby Boy Names. Naming Baby Boys.
Ghetto Baby Boy Names
- "Baby Boy" is a single released in 2003 by the UK Hip hop/R&B group Big Brovaz. The single is the fourth single taken from Big Brovaz's 2002 debut album, Nu-Flow.
- "Baby Boy" is a R&B–reggae song by American singer Beyonce Knowles and features Jamaican reggae rapper Sean Paul. The track was produced Scott Storch for Knowles debut solo album Dangerously in Love. "Baby Boy" was written by Knowles, Storch, Robert Waller, Jay-Z and Sean Paul.
- Baby Boy is a 2001 American urban drama film written, produced, and directed by John Singleton. It has been considered a sequel of sorts to Singleton's earlier, more famous work, Boyz N The Hood. The film follows Joseph "Jody" Summers as he lives his everyday life in the suburbs of Los Angeles.
- The Jewish quarter in a city
- any segregated mode of living or working that results from bias or stereotyping; "the relative security of the gay ghetto"; "no escape from the ghetto of the typing pool"
- a poor densely populated city district occupied by a minority ethnic group linked together by economic hardship and social restrictions
- A part of a city, esp. a slum area, occupied by a minority group or groups
- formerly the restricted quarter of many European cities in which Jews were required to live; "the Warsaw ghetto"
- An isolated or segregated group or area
- Give a particular title or epithet to
- name calling: verbal abuse; a crude substitute for argument; "sticks and stones may break my bones but names can never hurt me"
- (name) a language unit by which a person or thing is known; "his name really is George Washington"; "those are two names for the same thing"
- Give a name to
- Identify by name; give the correct name for
- (name) assign a specified (usually proper) proper name to; "They named their son David"; "The new school was named after the famous Civil Rights leader"
Urban Injustice: How Ghettos Happen
David Hilfiker has committed his life, both as a writer and a doctor, to people in need, writing about the urban poor with whom he’s spent all his days for the last two decades. In Urban Injustice, he explains in beautiful and simple language how the myth that the urban poor siphon off precious government resources is contradicted by the facts, and how most programs help some of the people some of the time but are almost never sufficiently orchestrated to enable people to escape the cycle of urban poverty.
Hilfiker is able to present a surprising history of poverty programs since the New Deal, and shows that many of the biggest programs were extremely successful at attaining the goals set out for them. Even so, Hilfiker reveals, most of the best and biggest programs were "social insurance" programs, like Medicare and Social Security, that primarily assisted the middle class, not the poor. Whereas, "public assistance" programs, directed specifically towards the poor, were often extremely effective as far as they went, but were instituted with far less ambitious goals.
In a book that is short, sweet, and completely without academic verboseness or pretension, Hilfiker makes a clear path through the complex history of societal poverty, the obvious weaknesses and surprising strengths of societal responses to poverty thus far, and offers an analysis of models of assistance from around the world that might perhaps assist us in making a better world for our children once we decide that is what we must do.
34/365 what if i did
today was the first day of finals. and i took my ap calc and ap bio final. and fuck me sideways. the pract test i got for the math (sorta) and then when i took the real ch 5 final test, i was like wtf!?! i didnt get it. and then for bio, i actually thought the AP bio multiple choice was easy, like i went through it and was like hey, [bubble in circle] and the girl next to me, she was really behind we only had 90 mins to take it and i finished it on time and thought i did good. then when i got it back i was like sigh. there was 120 questions on the test. but she took it out of 60/120 for an A. and guess what i got. GUESS. k ill tell you, 32. thirty fucken two out of sixty or if it was real life 32/120. -__-
then i went after school to my calc teacher. MR TOOHEY to see what i got for the calc final. and i got 6 out of 19. and he was like come on boy with a serious fucken attitude. so i asked him if he can help calculate my grade and hes like.. IN A TONE didnt u do that already. you already did it i saw u write it down. but before he said it was out of 15 and now it was 19. he zeroed everyones final to see what they needed to get on the final and i got a 67=c. and i got like 31% on the final and plus i got +15%= 47%. i thought i would of done better shit. then yea. i hate mr toohey. hes a biotch. my friend told me after graduation, you should run up to him and say i hate you bitch, then run away. lol maybe? jk no.
and for bio, she entered everyone's final test into mygradebook and i got a 73% yay C. and for calc i hope i get a C. NO QUIERO C. haha spanish final friday.
at least hard classes are out of the way. hmm
today we got out of school at 12:30 cus its finals. and i stayed in my bio room, chilled, eat pizza, and watched some 80's faking movie it was weird. it was called labyrinth. and the other people made t shirts for our biology club field trip to the aquarium next week. hehe 365 there perhaps. PERHAPS.
then after that, i went to my aunts house and saw her new baby named megan. heheh i held it. and i saw old photos from the past and lol-ed
for this pic i went to the ghetto side of my street. the righter side. HAH its ghetto cus of this ugly place. and yea NO TRESPASSING. HAAH imagine i was inside there, and i made a face dam rebel! my street is pretty nice, but this ugly thang. my backpacks on. lol its royal blue. my stussy shirt is on. on the back it says infinite flava, pwhahah so cool. and i like this pic cus of my face. i make faces in pictures and no necessarily smile. hohoh
My car is now ghetto
Not even two years old and my car is officially "ghetto". As I was on the highway, I heard a loud scraping coming from underneath the front. When I checked it out, the front underpanel was almost completely off.
From what I can tell, the underpanel came loose ever so slightly, but at highway speeds, wind pushed the panel down towards the road. Once it hit the road, friction tore it off even further, pulling out the plastic connecting pins along the front of the car.
The dealership claimed that the panel came loose due to an "accident", their proof was some damage to the widgets behind the grille. As such, a repair isn't under warranty.
This is funny because the same dealership told me the car was in perfect shape when I got it inspected before buying it.
So I moved to plan B: zip ties. "Zip ties are the new duct tape" -- my dad
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