Citizenship in Romania

  • There are four methods of becoming a citizen in Romania. Here is a quick overview of all of them.

1. Birth

So basically, if one or both of a person’s parents are Romanian citizens, he is. This applies if he is born abroad. If a child found in Romania’s parents are unknown, that child is considered a Romanian citizen.

2. Adoption

If a child is adopted by two Romanian citizens, then he is a citizen upon the date of adoption. If only one of his parents is a citizen, and the other is a foreign citizen or has no citizenship, the child’s citizenship must be mutually agreed on by the adopting parents. If they cannot agree, the court will decide on the child’s citizenship based on what is in his best interests. His consent is necessary for this decision to be valid if he is fourteen or over. However, if his adoption is stated invalid or annulled, and he resides abroad or chooses to reside abroad, he loses his citizenship.

3. Repatriation

If one loses one’s citizenship, one can reapply for repatriation. The same basic rules for a child being adopted by citizens apply to a child whose parents are applying for repatriation. If both parents are repatriated the child is considered a Romanian citizen. If only one is repatriated, the parents must agree on the child’s citizenship, or the courts will decide. Again the child’s consent is necessary if he is fourteen or older. If one spouse is repatriated, it does not affect the citizenship of the other.

3. Request

If one was born in Romania, but never had a citizenship or does not currently have one, he can apply for one if he currently resides in Romania. Even if he was not born in Romania, he can apply for a citizenship after residing in Romania for five years, or three if his spots or civil partner is a Romanian citizen. If he is applying for citizenship, he must:

  • Be 18 or over
  • Show a loyal attitude to Romania
  • Have generally good behavior and not have committed any crimes making him unworthy of citizenship
  • Have legal proof of existence (birth certificate)
  • Have a general understanding of the Romanian language so that he can thrive in Romanian society

A child is granted citizenship the date that his parents are. If only one parent is a Romanian citizen, they must agree on the child’s citizenship or the court will decide for them. The child’s consent is necessary of he is fourteen or older.

Selma Jane Gets a Makeover

Selma Jane was aware she was not the most attractive girl in her class. Not by far. As a sunflower nosed mole, Selma’s nose was big and odd-looking, with tiny pink tendrils eruption from its center, and this would have been bad enough without her chunky square glasses and the braces that lined her yellowed teeth. Even her clothiers were frumpy and plain, hanging loosely around her stout form. No, Selma wasn’t pretty, not one bit.

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How to Make Olivia’s Chocolate Science Cake

What you will need:

3 large bowls
1 electric mixer (recommended, but optional)
2 9″ round cake pans
4 tbsp solid vegetable shortening (can be replaced with butter or margarine)
1 cup unsweetened cocoa
2 1/2 cups cake flour
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp salt
3/4 cup softened unsalted butter
1 1/2 cups white sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
2 egg yolks
1/4 cup olive oil
2 1/4 tsp vanilla extract
3/4 cup whole milk
1 cup cream
1 cup hot coffee
1/8 cup hot chocolate liqueur
4 oz baking chocolate, melted

A good chocolate cake recipe is hard to come by. One that actually explains in depth how to make the cake, as well as everything you’ll need to do so is even more evasive. Luckily, you need not look any further! This is a recipe I guarantee will satisfy your cake needs and answer all your questions. Put on your apron, clear off a kitchen counter, and let’s get baking!

1. You’d think your first step in baking pretty much anything would be to preheat the oven. If you’d prefer to do so now, go ahead and preheat to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and move the rack you’re using to middle of your oven. However, I personally find that preheating at the beginning of a recipe heats up the kitchen more than is comfortable, especially in summer, so I’d suggest preheating near the end of the recipe–I’ll let you know when. Next, grease your pans with solid vegetable shortening or one of the alternatives I mentioned and dust them with 1/4 cup cocoa or flour. Shake out any excess cocoa/flour over your sink. Set the pans aside.

2. Now it’s time to make your first mixture. In a large bowl, combine your remaining 3/4 cup cocoa with your cake flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Set this mixture aside. In another large bowl, beat your softened butter with an electric mixer. Now, add in you white and brown sugar, and beat them with the butter with a large spoon–in case the way someone would go about this process is somewhat confusing, you’re basically just going to mash the sugar and butter with your spoon until it’s all one big sugary, buttery mess (yum!). Now you’re going to set this mixture aside and–you guessed it–get out your last large bowl. In this one, combine your eggs, yolks, olive oil, vanilla, milk, and cream. Once these are sufficiently mixed to the point where your mixture is consistent, stir in your hot coffee, hot coffee liqueur, and melted baking chocolate (I’d suggest melting/heating these in the microwave).

3. Okay, wow! Lots of steps. Finally, you’re going to combine your dry mixture, your butter-sugar mixture, and your egg-coffee mixture–quickly, so the coffee and chocolate liqueur stay hot. Pour the final batter into the prepared pans and bake for 30-35 minutes. After your cakes are completely cool, you can serve them plain, dusted with powdered sugar, or frosted (if you serve them frosted as a layer cake, be sure to slice off the rounded top of the bottom cake). Enjoy!

 

 

Three Branches of Government Songs

For a project in history, my friend Angelina and I parodied four songs so that they explained the three branches of government. Enjoy!

Judicial Branch: Parody of “Stay” by Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko

You just want your own kind of living
But the constitution’s not forgiving
If you invade someone’s God-given rights, they’ll fight
The judicial system will listen in court to for slight
 
CHORUS:
We all have rights here in the USA
Here in the USA
Though you may think it’s dumb, which you’re free to say
The constitution is here to stay

When a law
Goes against our forefathers
It becomes
Nothing but a bother
A law’s such a big thing to swallow
It always must follow
The sacred constitution
The document that sprouted from the sacred American Revolution

CHORUS

Legislative Branch: Parody of “Royals” by Lorde

The legislative branch decides
What a law should be about
For our country
They send it to the judicial branch
To see if it fits
With the constitution

Then everybody’s like,
“OMG, this totally rocks
Lets make this into a law
Or they say
“This one’s not constitutional.”

Then legislative
Branch is like, “What’s going on?
We need to rewrite this law
To please the judicial branch of the USA.”

And we’ll never be royals
(Royals)
We’re a democracy
We all have to agree
On what the laws should be
And we’ll never be rulers
(Rulers)
That’s why there are three
Branches of the government
We all have to agree
On the laws
of the USA
Oh the laws
And we all have a say

Executive Branch: Parody of “You Belong With Me” by Taylor Swift

I’m on the phone with the judicial branch now
They want me to pass this law, but I don’t know how
There are pros and cons to this law
I have the power to VETO their plan 
Or to pass it and enforce it in this land
I’m conflicted and my resolve is wavering
‘Cause I know what’s right
And I know what’s wrong
It’s hard being in charge of our nation
Feels like I’m trapped
And there’s no escape in sight
But I decided to run
And try to help this great nation of the USA
I wanted to have a say
And now I do.

Overall: Parody of “Do You Want to Build a Snowman” from the Disney musical “Frozen”

There are three branches of Government
Together they help us out
They are trying to
Make the U.S. better
For me and you
They work with each other
The three in one
It’s just those three
There are three branches of government
Plus they’re a democracy

“I’m a communist.”

Okay, bye…

Still three branches of government
I wish you’d keep an open mind
Democracy could help you, too
Me and you
Two of a kind
Free and liberated
Life as it should be
It’s the life of the free
Do you wanna build a government
And make it a democracy

Communist, I know you’re in there
I know exactly where you’ve been
Soviets can’t help you now, my dear
It’s becoming clear
Your reign is done
Democracy’s in power
This is the hour
Of truth, and we wanna be free
This is our government

Current Event Write Up: Gang Rape in India Says Things About Culture

“It’s appalling that a country as educationally advanced as India is still mired in the caste system where women and people of lower rank are treated as inferior, and male government officials still make excuses for rapists. This is a country that had a female prime minister before the whole western world did, and half their country is still ignored and things like this are still allowed to happen. Yes, that same dichotomy exists in our country; we have ghettos with desperately under-educated people living in poverty and crime, but I still don’t think our country takes any crimes as casually as this.” –Julie Howard

In 2012, a young Indian woman was beaten and gang-raped on a moving bus, and the injuries she sustained proved to be fatal when she died from her wounds. This caused a huge uproar among India’s citizens.

Before this incident, laws against rape were lightly enforced, and rape victims were often shamed by the authorities. After the 2012 bus rape, politicians promised that rape would be treated as a serious crime and that perpetrators would be punished accordingly. Many changes have taken place since then, including harsher laws against sexual assault and less media avoidance of the topic. However, last week, two teenage girls, cousins, were brutally gang raped and murdered, their bodies left swinging from a mango tree, and the reaction to this crime is considered largely disproportionate by many. Politicians have said little on the matter, media coverage died quickly after the rapes, and few protests of the rapes have taken place. Many think this seeming indifference can be attributed to the fact that the girls were “untouchables”, the lowest and most highly discriminated against group in India’s severe caste system. Ranjana Kumari, a prominent women’s activist in India, believes the rapes could have been a brutal form of political revenge, as the group the girls belonged to, the dalits, had very few supporters of the Yadavs, the ruling party that the men accused of the crime belong to. The crime has not gone completely ignored–suspects have been arrested, as well as negligent police officers–but the reaction the rapes received was quiet and showed little outrage.

In 2011, only 24,000 rapes were reported in India, and while that may seem like a lot, experts estimate that fewer than one in ten rapes are actually reported, due to how stigmatized rape in India really is. In the US, rape victims are seen as just that–victims. In India, they are shamed and ostracized.

I believe Rape is one of the worst things a person could ever do to another human being, possibly the worst. It goes beyond violation of the body. Sexual assault is the deepest invasion of someone’s rights, their freedom, their choice. Their CHOICE. Rape takes away someone’s choice on whether they want to give their body to someone, whether they want to be vulnerable, whether they want to trust the person they are with. Rape makes a person into a plaything for others to use for their own pleasure. It is the deepest and most horrific form of abuse there is. It is sex in its worst form, in a way sex was never meant to be: not an act of love, not an act of pleasure, but a way of putting someone down to the point where they don’t feel safe in their own skin.  Rape takes away someone’s control in the surest and most cruel way possible and leaves them powerless. Rape is violation. It is abuse. It is terror. It is hell put into a person, who burns and burns others with no remorse. It is shame. It is stigma. It is pain. It is rage. It is everything we as humans are supposed to despise.

Now imagine a society where Rape, capital R stigma shame abuse terror hell rage

goes unsaid, unpunished. Imagine a society where Rape can be inflicted on two young girls, girls my age, and not be cried about. Imagine a man who hears about this and says, “Boys will be boys.” Imagine your daughter, sister, mother living in such a society. Imagine that. Now tell me there is progress being made in such a country. Tell me there is change. Tell me there is fairness. You can’t. You can’t because there is not. You can’t because not everyone in India, not everyone in the world, will be saddened by the gang rape of two girls. There is no fairness. There is no justice. There is Rape, and there is acceptance of it. And that is the deepest violation this world will ever know.

 

Current Events Write Up: High School Girls Discovered Dead After Forty-two Years

On May 29, 1971, two seventeen-year-old girls vanished off the face of the earth while driving to a party at a gravel pit. Forty-two years later, last September, the remains of Pamela Jackson and Cheryl Miller were discovered in a creek just half a mile from the party in South Dakota. The girls’ deaths have been ruled accidental, possibly related to a flat tire. Based on possessions found in the car, as well as DNA evidence, Miller’s and Jackson’s identities have been confirmed, and their families can accept the girls’ remains.

It’s hard to imagine the kind of grief these families must have gone through. They had no idea what happened to these girls for forty-two years.  I’m glad they can finally have closure. My friend Carly thinks it is very sad. My other friend Morgan and she thinks it is cool that the girls’ parents can finally rest, knowing what happened to their children. The author had no bias.

Peacemaker: A Review

Well, the moral of this game is…I’m a horrible politician. And politics suck. And believe me, there is WAY too much pressure on Politicians! We don’t give Obama nearly enough credit. I’m not kidding when I say this game was scarring, and near impossible for someone who knows almost nothing about politics in general and even less about the politics of the Middle East. Sure, I understand the basics: Palestinians and Israelis pretty much hate each other, the Israelis because they think they have a right to the land that was formerly Palestine, and the Palestinians because they think the Israelis are always judging them. Well, you see, in the game, the player has two scores: what the Palestinians think of you, and what the Israelis think  of you. The player has the option of playing as The Palestinian President or the Israeli Prime Minister. I played as the Israeli Prime Minister. Now, the only way to win the game is to get complete support from both nations…well, suffice it to say, I didn’t win. My tactic was try to make everyone happy at once, without paying attention to the annoying polls in the corner…don’t even really know what those are about. Anyway. My people were jerks. Yeah, that’s right. Whenever I did something to help the Palestinians, they said I was rewarding terror. When I did something that negatively affected the Palestinians, the Israelis were happy enough, but the Palestinians hated me. So I tried to patch up my relationship with them by offering aid, and they said my actions were suspicious because they were right after an intense negative action toward them. Hmm…they may be right. Still, though! Politicians are hugely underappreciated. If this is what things are really like in the Middle East, then boy, am I glad I don’t live there. By the end, I was close to tears and practically had a nervous breakdown. In a fit of rage, I bombed the Palestinian government AND police, offered above mentioned suspicious aid randomly, and basically screwed everybody over that I could int he worst ways possible until I was kicked out of office. So basically, you do NOT want me managing your nation. I think I’ll just stick to joining the peace corps or something, because if any big decisions are ever left up to me, I’ll just end up blowing up my people because they don’t understand my stress. Yeah. That would work.

The Easy Part

We watch the Amanda Todd video, huddled. We see
the cruel comments, the hatertrolls who scour the worldwide wireless web        of lies to pollute
We say, that’s so sad if only I had been there I would have helped you                Amanda.”

We learn about Rwanda. We giggle nervously about the silly names,                   “Tutsis?” We snap
off our laughing when they tell us about those hatertrolls who scoured the           land with their machetes
We say, “I never knew if only I had been there I would have stopped it.”               Against Machetes?

We read Ballad of Birmingham. Jamie Colt says “well it was only four that’s      not like a genocide.” 
Mandy Sims asks what a genocide is. So Jamie tells her about
The Holocaust
and
Rwanda which Mandy was absent for
and he recommends some movies
at which point Mandy bursts into tears and runs out of the room.
And I bet you that Chrissie Kowalski, who is black and whose parents don’t        let her talk about segregation, would have been close behind had she            been here and you know if I was her I’d do that too
But hey I’m just plain old white so I guess it’s not the same.

Mandy Sims went home early that day. At which point Jamie stopped                  meeting her gaze
And we all were careful when we talked about the things we had read in              magazines and the paper like
Caylee Anthony
and
September 11th, 2001
And we never ever mentioned Sandy Hook because after that day our                 teacher told us that Mandy’s sister was killed in a shooting at her school
And I barely mentioned it anyway but after that day I was extra careful not to       talk about how everyone in my family does drugs except me and how           sometimes
I see things that aren’t there
And how I can’t sleep and my mom won’t leave my brother’s room since he       got blown up in Iraq, and
I see all the the problems I pretend not to and
sometimes I wonder if they do too…
…
…but most days
I just live through these things and
wonder why they happen, briefly
and then continue on my way, you know
just in case Mandy Sims happens to be walking by and she understands why I pause.

 

Ode to General Smith

Behind you, without question
Through a bloody, foreign war
I lived in your oppression
It was you who I fought for.

Throughout the bitter winter
And beat down on by the sun
The blisters, scars, and splinters
I risked it all for one.

You used me, scarred me, ripped apart
A kid who I once knew
Yet, in the corners of my heart
I’d trade it all for you.

You are the reason I still live in loneliness and fear
But even though I hate you, you’re the reason I’m still here.