UNIT 5 National culture riigi kultuur, country culture Hierarchy-subordinates have to report to managers, one person is leader Subordinates- alluvad, persons who report to somebody Authority- right to make decisions and give orders Delegate- edasi andma, give authority to subordinates Initiative- omaalgatuslik, makes decisions without asking their manager Abroad- välismaal, in or to foreign country (2) A minefield-varitsevad ohud, a situation with hidden dangers A pitfall-hädaoht, a likely problem(7) A custom- tava, something done in a society because of tradition (1) Etiquette- etikett, formal rules for polite behaviour in society (3) Scheduled- plaaniline, arranged for a certain time To be a sign of- to show or represent (5) Offensive- solvav, rude or insulting (4) A compliment- something that expresses admiration Sensitive- able to understand others feelings (6)
undeserved perception that the Blackman is more interested in his penis than in taking care of his future. They should understand that you are not in it to attract unscrupulous women; you are not in it to obtain a business loan and use it to buy a BMW (thank God the Cadillac is no longer the symbol of Black success stories); you are not in it to wear alligator shoes or those uncoordinated green shoes. Another minefield to maneuver are your friends. We as Black people are known for our PHDs – Pulling Him Down; we are like crabs which have been thrown into a barrel. One of them summons the courage to climb out of the barrel. But just before it tumbles out of that barrel to get the breath of fresh air, one of the other crabs grabs his legs and pulls him back into the barrel. Except in sports heroes, Blacks don’t want others to succeed
I cringed. "Yes, Dad?" "Are you still set on going to Seattle?" he asked. "That was the plan." I grimaced, wishing he hadn't brought it up so I wouldn't have to compose careful half-truths. He squeezed some dish soap onto his plate and swirled it around with the brush. "And you're sure you can't make it back in time for the dance?" "I'm not going to the dance, Dad." I glared. "Didn't anyone ask you?" he asked, trying to hide his concern by focusing on rinsing the plate. I sidestepped the minefield. "It's a girl's choice." "Oh." He frowned as he dried his plate. I sympathized with him. It must be a hard thing, to be a father; living in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked, but also having to worry if she didn't. How ghastly it would be, I thought, shuddering, if Charlie had even the slightest inkling of exactly what I did like. Charlie left then, with a goodbye wave, and I went upstairs to brush my teeth and gather my books.
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