I’ve Got a Secret Katelyn Perez Team 2

Depending on the situation secrecy, lying, and confidentiality can be overlooked (passive voice) when in certain settings. Whether you are protecting someone that may look to you in confidentiality (privacy?) about a decision, it can be necessary for their well-being that this lie be kept (passive voice) a secret. Unless it is a case where they are harming themselves or others, I believe maintaining someone’s confidentiality is important (essential?).

High school is a time to discover who you are, what you want, and what you would like to be. High school can be hard enough maintaining grades and beginning your life as an adult where the decisions you make are crucial in what you wish to be and do in the future. My friend Jessica had a tough time figuring out just that. She had been holding this big secret, a lie almost. For years she had known that since a young age that who she wanted to be wasn’t who she was. The truth was Jessica was gay, she liked girls and saw her future with children and beautiful wife. At this time not, a lot of people were gay at school, and the ones that were would, unfortunately, get bullied and labeled. Jessica was tired of pretending to be someone she knew deep down she was not , but coming out to her friends and family frightened her. She was not ready to jump into this new life, where people may treat her differently. Jessica came to me, the first person to tell her big secret to and looked to me for confidentiality. I was there as a shoulder for her to cry on in times of pain throughout the whole (entire?) process of telling her friends and family. In this case , confidentiality is everything and the secrecy within her lie was were important to hold on to until she was ready. It would not have been my place to tell anyone if she was not ready to deal with such a serious aspect of who she was. I feel like the experience empowered both of us it gave Jessica the strength to be who she felt she was all these years. As for me , it empowered me to be a good friend for someone who really needed one. In the end she had a very smooth transition into this new honest life with very supportive friends and family, but at the time the secrecy behind protecting this lie was necessary.

When it comes to government secrecy , I can see where it can become tough to justify. Raffi Khatchadourian made a good point that when too many secrets are kept (passive voice), it may become more difficult to know which of these secrets are more important. I do not doubt that the government is withstanding a plentiful (an abundant?) amount of secrets and lies in which they hold their politicians and other governmental officials to maintain confidentiality. But at that point , I feel like some of these lies and secrets force them into confidentiality. If they were to impose on the government and everything behind closed doors not only will they lose their job but possibly end up in prison for exploitation of their secrets. This may leave a lot of people into with serious moral issues. Taking away the morality of politicians and government officials can be a dangerous game, one lie or secret after the other.


Khatchadourian, Raffi. “What Does Julian Assange Want?” The New Yorker, The New Yorker, 15 Sept. 2017, http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/06/07/no-secrets.

References, class objective mentioned, excellent narrative with personal predicament. Please watch the language.


Keylin Sevilla Assignment 4 Team 2

In life you’ll end up in some predicaments that forces you to keep a secret and unfortunately keeping something, a secret can cause a strain in a relationship. In this assignment , we had to look back in a time where we promised secrecy and the lengths we went through to actually  (more concise language, please) keep the secret without putting in danger of exposing it. One of the things that comes to mind in my experience is the time I found out my friend had an eating disorder , ; she begged me not to tell her mother.

The hardest thing about keeping something a secret is if that secret is actually harming the person. The other thing that is hard in keeping the secret is the fact that the person tells you in confidence and you don’t want to break that trust. My friend was suffering mentally, she suffered from body dysphoria and refused to acknowledge that she was sick. However, she refused to eat, and when she did eat she would often go to the bathroom and come back whipping her mouth. I assumed that she was pregnant , but she wasn’t she showed signs of bulimia. The first time I caught her throwing up was in a Fridays bathroom. I asked her if she was okay and why she was throwing up. She told me she had been doing this for the past few months in order to lose weight. She implored to not tell her mom because her mom had previously caught her and threatened that if she did it again , she would be sent to a rehab center. I reluctantly agree, even thought my friend was causing herself harm.

Her mother became increasingly suspicious of her , and even refused to let her go to the restroom by herself. Her mother would often ask me if I saw any suspicious activity of her daughter I denied any claims her mother brought to me. One time her mother asked me if my friend has been eating, and I lied to her and said she was. Her mother looked like she didn’t believe me and kept asking me if I knew something. I kept lying and kept covering up for her. I knew she was skipping a meal and the meals that she did eat she would purge. I tried to keep my friends secret , but I couldn’t. I found her passed out in our high school bathroom. I sang like a canary, she was furious , but if I kept lying it could’ve been detrimental to her health . (Doing the right thing is hard but feels good. Right?)

Even though I did swear to her to keep it secret, I couldn’t lie anymore. Her health was more important than her secret. I was sophomore in high school when I had to do this difficult (challenging?) task of lying for my friend. And though her mother was mean about it she did care enough to try to help her daughter. Almost five years since and my friend does not talk to me , but I believe that she is thankful.

Good narrative. Could use a little more transitions. Check details, please?

Individual Assignment 4: I’ve got a secret #team2 Marialexia Hernandez

Integrity outweighed by loyalty to another

In college, one of my closest friends shared a secret with me, which seemed less harmless at first, but snow balled past our eyes. It was concerning her relationship status at a time when she simply fell out of love. Everyone has their own set of morals and values which they live by (preposition at the end of a sentence). Conversely, when individuals encounter different situations, it is up to them to determine the best choice.

Like professor Blevens said in the lecture, we all have curiosity quotients. (Nice of you to remember) It’s natural to have the desire to learn and know because we find joy in this. (!) This impulse , is what led me to ask my friend about her relationship status. I noticed she was acting flirty with someone new, although she was in a serious relationship. Moreover, my friend proceeded to vent about her relationship and confided in me to keep quiet. Like in the lecture, I pledged confidentiality to her out of prima facie duty. Forming a new bond and I becoming her inmate. (became her prisoner?)

I felt loyal and empowered. The feeling of loyalty came from the idea of being true and supportive of my friend , while protecting her right to privacy. This alone, over-powered any weight and anxiety that I felt. Whether she was right or wrong, it was up to her to decide when and how to reveal her secret. My friend, felt empowered because she knew I had her back. Our bond made her feel more powerful about her choices and gave her confidence in the process that was to come.

There were moments I felt guilty for leaving her partner out of the loop. However, I knew that if I said anything , I wouldn’t just ruin their relationship but also my friendship. If her girlfriend asked me anything, I would answer with “I don’t know ”. .” I was aware of secrecy promoting lies , but I didn’t want to give in to her girlfriends desire to penetrate the secret or my integrity.

Others close to her had an idea of the situation she was going through romantically. The funny part of it was the girlfriend never tried to get information from me, the intimate, she picked the weakest link; someone who felt excluded from the drama. Consequently, my friend’s partner , used the information she knew and assumed, to get answers out of the link. The link/acquaintance, revealed this situation to me before my friend knew who spilled the beans. I was tangled (passive voice) in lies and uncomfortable with my usual mediator role. But once more, I felt like it was not my place to speak, soon enough secrets were unveiled , and my friend was quick to guess who spoke.

I made a promise , and I kept it. I would never give away that private information , because they (who?) have a right to keep their (?) secrets. Secondly, their relationships with each other are not of my concern. It wasn’t correct to lie, but in respect to my friend’s privacy and secret, which she is entitled to keep, it is completely (entirely?) appropriate and protects her autonomy as an individual.

Good narrative. Excellent description of feelings. Refreshing that you remember the classes. Watch the language, please.

I’ve got a secret (Team 2)

Dominic Mateus (Team 2)

Secrets have been a paramount topic of confidentially. (!) We tell our most secretive information only to those who we trust. We share these pieces of information in order (more concise language, please) to express a sigh of relief to our intimates.

We have been in situations where we’ve been surrounded (passive voice) with information that we must not share and even compel a lie to a protect a person we promised confidentiality. The process of keeping a secret is difficult because certain (individual?) characteristics come out in which we must be aware of not letting this confidential information be released. (Confidentiality: good. Secrets: bad?)

My life has consisted around the same group of friends, specifically three girls in which, we share our deepest secrets.  We tend to tell one person our secret and then it travels through the rest of the girls.

My best friend at the time was seeing someone she was unsure about , and due to her embarrassment of him being too young and considering his past, he wasn’t the appropriate bachelor for her. She didn’t want to be criticized because although , our friends and her mother didn’t approve of the type of guy he is, she still wanted to experience it freely.

Her third date was coming up with him and according to her, the first two went smoothly. Unfortunately, our friends and her mother started getting suspicious. They would say eye-opening comments that led us to believe they were aware of the secret.

The night of her third date had arrived , and she lied and told her mom she was going to have a night out with the girls. Knowing that her mother isn’t lenient, she didn’t keep track of her phone. When her mother started noticing that she wasn’t responding, I started getting calls from her. Our friends also noticed me declining the calls and eventually questioned why I wasn’t picking up.

Unfortunately, I told the girls my current situation because I didn’t know whether or not to answer. They advised me that it was the moral thing to do.

During the moment, the only empowering feeling I had was that her mother had trusted me out of all the girls to ask if she was okay but, it wasn’t an empowering feeling having to lie to her. I picked up and automatically became nervous while talking to her on the phone.

They say a mom knows best and she knew something was wrong. She started interrogating me and asking the same question in different forms. It felt so wrong , but I knew it had to be done (passive voice) in order for my best friend to not get in trouble.

Luckily, after blowing up my best friend’s phone , she picked up , and I told her what had happened. Her mother never found out , but I advised her that I never want to be in that situation again. She wasn’t upset that I had to tell our friends, she knew she could only lie for so little. We are older now , and she still continues to lie to her mother , and although , I’m aware of these lies, my name is never mentioned (passive voice) in them.

Check language please. Looks like your friend need to find her ‘moral compass’.

Excellent narrative.

I’ve Got a Secret – Malena Cora #5716739 Team 2

Secrets have existed since humans learned how to communicate and interact with one another. (Good) As they built relationships, they needed foundations, and they would confide in one another. The same continues to be true today. Sharing secrets and trusting others helps individuals feel less isolated and like they are part of something. It helps to create and formulate a bond, and can even empower them, depending on the situation. (Excellent) I once had an experience like this, when I had to keep a friend’s secret, meaning I had to lie to other people about it.

I once found out that a friend, someone I spoke with a lot and would consider myself close with at the time, was cheating on his girlfriend. I also knew his girlfriend, and although we weren’t friends, we were acquaintances who follow each other on social media and like each other’s pictures. When my friend first told me, my first thought was that I had to reach out to his girlfriend and tell her what he did. He told me not to tell her, obviously, because he said he was going to tell her since he felt bad about what he did, and that he would rather she hear it from him than from another source.

I thought that was a great idea, since it would allow for healthy communication between them, and would help them resolve any issues they were having, so I decided not to tell her. However, days started to pass, then days became weeks, weeks became months, and he still hadn’t told her about his infidelity. The next time I spoke with him I asked him if he had told her yet, and when he said no I asked why. He had no answer to give me , . Instead he just tried to shrug it off and change the subject matter.

This left a sour taste in my mouth , because I felt bad (terrible?) for helping him lie about what he did. I knew that his other friends knew about his infidelity and didn’t care about it, but I had a guilty conscience since I knew about it but hadn’t done anything to address the issue. Him He and his friends walked around indifferent, while his girlfriend was oblivious, all while I felt inner turmoil. It felt like I was the only one who cared and wanted to do something about it, and I felt isolated because of the secret and the lies that came with it. (Moral dilemma?)

I eventually cut ties with this person, but I still follow his girlfriend on social media. I’ve thought about reaching out to her several times, but I still (yet?) haven’t done it. Despite no longer being friends with her boyfriend, I don’t want to ruin someone else’s relationship or deal with the repercussions that could occur from that. Since everyone involved knows my social media and phone numbers, I could face a lot of unwanted backlash from invading their privacy and getting involved with an issue that isn’t mine.

Word Count: 500

Excellent narrative. Please watch the language. You also count the words, unique.

Keylin Sevilla Assignment 3 Team 2

This (what?) is perhaps the hardest thing I ever had to do, being connected to the world has become essential to our life. With our phones we become instantly connected to the world news; in some ways the news finds you. Disconnecting for forty-eight hours was hard in my household, my family is constantly home , and they always have the television on. (preposition at the end of a sentence) I spent most of my time in my room trying to avoid any communication or information from the outside world (nice). This assignment was presented (passive voice) to us amid the mass shooting that happened in (the Florida school?) Marjory Stoneman Douglas, a lot of people including my family members were discussing the details , and the occurrences that were emerging from the coverage. It was discouraging , and I felt alienated not being able to participate or know what was happening. I found myself reading books to substitute the need to find information of the news coverage. (So, estrange?)

My forty-eight hours of dysconnectivity began Friday morning when I woke up. Usually , when I wake up , I gravitate towards my phone and check my twitter Twitter news feed. It was hard not being able to do that; it felt weird. I noticed I needed to check the news feed, I needed to be connected, it became a need instead of a want. (Good) I went to school around 12:40 pm, usually I’m alone, I’m always “alone” when I wait for my classes. One of the things that stuck out to me was that even when I’m alone , I’m not alone. (Excellent) I’m always on my phone texting my friends, or searching the feeds, on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram. The reason I was comfortable in my “solitude” was because that I wasn’t alone. People are with me even if I don’t talk to them they’re on the feed I’m reading. (Good)

Without the connectivity of the internet , I found myself trying to find other means to be entertained. I became more talkative towards my grandmother , ; I was paying more attention to all her stories. I needed to engage in an activity so I wouldn’t feel alone in my head. I began drawing more than usual. You never notice how much news or connectivity becomes so crucial to your every day life.

In the article written by William Deresiewicz “The End of Solitude” Deresiewicz explains that “we live exclusively in relation to others, and what disappears from our lives is solitude. Technology is taking away our privacy and our concentration, but it is also taking away our ability to be alone” this statement became true to me during this assignment. Humans are social creatures , ; (tribal?) we socialize it’s something that becomes natural to us. Even when we don’t want to we communicate. Technology has made us be social even when we’re alone. We’re constantly connecting with others through our cell phones. It’s become harder for us to be truly alone. News becomes an extension of our connectivity , ; it allows us to be informed about issues. The News is are an intrusion to our solitude because it keeps us connected. (Don’t think that the news ‘connects’. Information on the other hand…)

48-hour news blackout (Team 2)

Dominic Mateus

Team 2

The fear of being alone leads to loneliness and boredom. Which is what I experienced within the 48 hours of not having proper communication with the world. Since birth, my life has been introduced (?) by technology. As I slowly grew, so did technology. Technology has grown (evolved?) into me , and I’ve been accustomed to carrying it everywhere I go. (do you carry technology?)

Unfortunately, William Deresiewicz is completely (entirely?) accurate when he elaborates on my generation. The internet allows for everyone to be in immediate connection with anyone even if they haven’t seen or spoken to the person in years. Through social media , anyone can be aware of how an old high school friend’s life is going. (And that’s good or bad?)

Deresiewicz states that everyone is trying to become a mini celebrity because being visible to the public is what encourages our self-esteem. I don’t agree with Deresiewicz analysis because I’ve never been one to be very open on social media or cared for the insignificant amount (number?) of followers like others. But I do find myself looking into others people lifestyles on a daily basis and seeing what they’ve been up to , ; it’s like an addiction. My generation has a sense of dependency on the internet due to the addiction of social media (Interesting, only for that?). Not many of us rush to our computers or phones and search up the latest news in politics , ; we care more about things that pertain to us. We’re self-centered and want our followers to care about what we’re doing rather than enjoying the moment in present time.

Lionel “Cite starts here) Trilling wrote about the modern fear of being cut-off from the social group even for a moment” as Deresiewicz states and being away from the news, made me feel out of place. News is everything , ; it’s even a conversation starter. Avoiding updates became an enclosed emotion upon myself , ;  I felt neglected in the world I live in. (Preposition at the end of a sentence?)

During my 48 hours of solitude from news it was impossible to not be intruded by it! Whenever I stepped out of my room , it would be there because it’s the world itself. (Excellent, you remember)

The most difficult (challenging?) part for me was waking up and not being able to check social media or the weather report. Normally (Usually?), I’d wake up and be glued to my phone for an hour before I went about my day. It was dreading to go outside to see what Miami’s bipolar weather (wow!) had to offer for me instead of checking it on my phone. A constant issue for me was opening the refrigerator door and searching for food without being hungry , ; I’d just eat out of boredom.

I lost all self-control and would take random naps because I didn’t know how to associate myself with others. It was the most lethargic dreadful two days I experienced. I became upset and refused to communicate with any family members because I noticed, they all had what I didn’t. They were doing what I would normally do, be on social media. Looking through the recent updates of the Parkland shooting or sports. I wasn’t allowed to know any of the information , and the curiosity killed me.

I don’t prefer solitude because I’ve grown into this digital world of never being alone. I enjoy the company , and I enjoy being glued (passive voice) to my phone. (Provocative, but need a little more)