Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Fire of Unity

Author's Note: My sister had to do a poem on "unity" and how she felt about it and since she's failing L/A she came to me who is breezing along. So obviously being a great sister *sinister laugh* I "helped" her write her poem. I wrote all of it... oops.... I mean she wrote all of it, with like THAT much of my help. :)

We all stand round
With our hands held out
We all reach towards a horizon of dreams
With thoughts and ideas
We all see different
However underneath, is a strand of unity

Let this strand grow
Let it strengthen and shine
Let it overcome all wrong and make all right
This strand of unity is our future
What we do today will be with us forever
Let all hate disappear overcome by unity

We are a band of brothers and men
We are a line of brave soldiers all for a singular cause
We fight through all sorrows all end up on top
From blood 'tis not relation but from our very hearts
With every beat and every sound
Let unity transcend

Let love, peace, and unity transcend
Let it become a ribbon
Let it fly and float in the breeze
We then all will be touched
Not harmed nor hurt
But touched by our own unity covering us as a warm blanket of softness

As we stand round the fire from hearts
Let us keep this flam alight
It is a symbol of all us as one
Let it burn and glow lighting dark times
We should never part, stay as one
Stay together, close as one

Without one we are none
Without each other we are none
Without unity we are none
Keep unity in our souls
Never let it slip through fingers like sand
Keep them fire burning bright
Let unity light the darkest  times


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Proof of Money Truly Isn't Happiness

You’ve heard the axiom a thousand times: Money doesn’t buy happiness. Your parents told you this, and so did your priest. Still, if you’re like me, you would just as soon see for yourself if money buys happiness. People throughout history have insisted on striving to get ahead in spite of the well-worn axiom. America as a nation has struggled and striven all the way to the top of the world economic pyramid. Are we suffering from some sort of collective delusion, or is it possible that money truly does buy at least a certain amount of happiness?
Americans have on average gotten much richer over the past several decades than they were in previous generations. The inconvenient truth, however, is that there has been no meaningful rise in the average level of happiness.

In 1972, 30 percent of Americans said they were very happy, and the average American enjoyed about $25,000 (in today’s dollars) of our national income. By 2004, the percentage of very happy Americans stayed virtually unchanged at 31 percent, while the share of national income skyrocketed to $38,000 (a 50 percent real increase in average income).

The story is the same in other developed countries. In Japan, real average income was six times higher in 1991 than it was in 1958. During the post–World War II period, Japan was transformed at unprecedented speed from a poor nation into one of the world’s richest countries. But the average happiness of a Japanese citizen, measured on a scale of 1–4, stayed exactly the same at 2.7.


In some countries, there is even some evidence that economic growth can create unhappiness. This is generally the case for nations experiencing rapid and chaotic development and thus opportunities for great wealth for the first time. Post-Soviet Russia is an example of this phenomenon. In the 1990s, after the fall of the Soviet Empire, a few entrepreneurs made vast fortunes in markets for oil and other primary resources. Yet post-Soviet Russia is a miserable place in which only about one in five citizens say they are very happy about their lives. Some development economists believe that cases of a few lucky entrepreneurs suddenly amassing large fortunes raised unreasonable expectations among ordinary Russians, creating a sense of extreme unfairness and leaving them deeply dissatisfied with their meager lot. And in this way, money created unhappiness. So individual countries don’t seem to get much happier as they get richer. But are rich countries happier than poor countries?
 
The answer to this question depends on how poor a “poor country” is. People in poor countries where much of the population lives below subsistence level are much unhappier than people in rich countries, on average. International comparative studies of happiness consistently place the poorest nations of the world—especially the countries of sub-Saharan Africa—at the very bottom.

In 2006, one study ranking countries in terms of happiness found that Zimbabwe and Burundi were the unhappiest places on earth. And this makes sense, of course: It is ridiculous to imagine that illiteracy, high child mortality, and the threat of starvation are any more pleasant or bearable to a Burundian than they would be to an American. But once countries get past the prosperity level that solves large-scale health and nutrition problems, income disparity pales in comparison with other factors in predicting happiness, such as culture and faith.

For example, compare Mexico and France. The cost-of-living difference between the two nations is vast, so economists don’t compare raw income; rather, they compare the “purchasing power” of citizens. In Mexico—a nation in which most people live above the level of subsistence but still are much poorer than residents of the United States or Europe—the average purchasing power was about a third what it was in France in 2004. And yet Mexicans, in aggregate, are happier than the French. In Mexico, 63 percent of adults said they were very happy or completely happy. In France, only 35 percent gave one of these responses.

It might be tempting to dismiss the happiness of Mexicans as delusional or a reflection of the fact that most Mexicans have no idea what life with material wealth is like. But this would be a mistake: There is simply no evidence that Mexicans lack an understanding of true happiness compared to the French. A more reasonable conclusion is that Mexican happiness—and French unhappiness—are caused in large measure by forces other than money.

American communities are like countries when it comes to happiness. Like happy Mexico and unhappy France, the happiness of American communities—all of which are above the level of subsistence—depends very little on their comparative prosperity. There are abundant examples of unhappy high-income communities and happy low-income communities. Take eastern Tennessee (which includes the cities of Chattanooga and Knoxville, but is mostly rural), where people are 25 percent likelier than people living in tony San Francisco to say they are very happy, despite earning a third less money on average. Obviously, it is more expensive to live in San Francisco than it is to live in Tennessee, but San Franciscans still enjoy more than 30 percent more disposable income.

Like nations and communities, as long as they don’t start out dangerously impoverished,  individuals get little or no extra happiness as they get richer—even massively richer. In a classic 1978 study, two psychologists interviewed 22 major lottery winners and found that the joy of sudden wealth wore off in a few months. Further, lottery winners have a harder time than the rest of us enjoying life’s prosaic pleasures: watching television, shopping, talking with friends, and so forth. It’s as if the overwhelming experience of winning the lottery dulls the enjoyable flavors of ordinary life.

My eyes were opened with the sad tale of Mack Metcalf (which you can look up yourselves). In truth, it doesn’t necessarily destroy your life to win the lottery, as it evidently did his, but it won’t make your life better either.

So it’s true: Money doesn’t bring enduring happiness for countries, communities, or individuals, except perhaps when people start out in abject poverty. Why not? The answer has to do with what psychologists call “adaptation.” Humans tend to adapt psychologically to their circumstances—including their monetary circumstances—and do so very quickly.



http://www.american.com/archive/2008/may-june-magazine-contents/can-money-buy-happiness

Afraid to Lose You

When I first saw you, I was afraid to meet you
When I first met you, I was afraid to kiss you
When I first kissed you, I was afraid to love you
But now that I love you, I'm afraid to loose you
- Unknown


Monday, December 19, 2011

Something to Think About

If ballet dancers go on their tip-toes to look graceful and taller, why not just wear heels???

If barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends???

If you try to fail and succeed, what have you done???

It takes one match to start a forest fire, so why does it take like half box of matches to start a campfire???

Why is the time when the traffic is slowest
called rush-hour???

What's the speed of dark???

If physics can predict lottery numbers,
why are they still working???

If you run backwards will you gain weight???

What happens when you get scared
half-to-death twice???

Can a blind person feel blue???

How can a house burn up when it burns
down???

Are you telling the truth when you lie in
bed???

If your vacuum cleaner really sucks, is it a
bad thing???

How do you know when a Smurf
suffocates???

Despite the cost of living, why does it
remain so popular???

If a word in a dictionary is misspelled, how
would you know???

In Chinese why are the words for crisis
and opportunity the same???

Why does X stand for a kiss??

Why does O stand for a hug??

Why is the alphabet in that order???

How does skating on thin ice get you into
hot water???

Why are they called stands when there
made for sitting???

Doesn't expecting the unexpected make
the unexpected expected???

When cheese gets its picture taken what
does it say???

Why are they called non-stick pans???
Is
there a law saying your not allowed to put
sticks in them???

Why are a wise-man and a wise-guy
opposites???

If work is so terrific how come they have
to pay you to do it???

Should crematoriums give discounts for
those who died in fires???

Is it possible to have a civil-war???

If the #2 pencil the most popular, why is it
still #2???

Do tea makers have coffee breaks???

Can fat people go skinny-dipping???

Why do they announce power shortages
on TV???

Do you need a silencer when you shoot a
mime???

Why do you press harder on the
remote-control when you know the
battery is dead???

How can batteries die???

If its zero degrees tonight, and tomorrow
its meant to be twice as cold, how cold
will it be???

Why are buildings called buildings when
there finished???
Shouldn't they be called
builts???

Why is abbreviated such a long word???

Why is it that when you tell a man there
are 400 billion stars he will believe you, but
when you tell him there's wet paint he has
to touch it???

Who's cruel idea was it to put a 'S' in 'lisp'???

Do you find it unnerving that what doctors
do is called 'practice'???

Would a fly without wings be called a
walk???

If a turtle doesn't have a shell is it
homeless or naked???

Can vegetarians eat animal crackers???

Why do they sterilize needles for lethal
injections???

Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds???

Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii???

Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes???

Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there???
Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing???

If you can't drink and drive, why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor, and why do bars have parking lots???

Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations???

How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings???

If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, why are there locks on the doors???

If a cow laughed real hard, would milk come out her nose???

If nothing ever sticks to Teflon, how do they make Teflon stick to the pan???

If you tied buttered toast to the back of a cat and dropped it from a height, what would happen???

If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights???

Why do they put Braille dots on the keypad of the drive-up ATM???

Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways???

Why isn't "palindrome" spelled the same way backwards as it is forwards???

Why is it that when you transport something by car, it's called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it's called cargo???

If a black box in a plane is indestructible, why can't they make the whole plane out of it???

Why is it that when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio???

Why is it so hard to remember how to spell 'mnemonic'???

If someone invented instant water, what would they mix it with???

Why is it called a TV "set" when you only get one???

Why does your nose run and your feet smell???

Why does an alarm clock "go off" when it begins ringing???

If pro is the opposite of con, is progress the opposite of congress???

Why does "cleave" mean both split apart and stick together???

Why is it, whether you sit up or sit down, the result is the same???

Why is there an expiry date on my sour cream container???

Why call it a building if it's already been built???

Why do kamikaze pilots wear helmets???

How do you know when it's time to tune your bagpipes???

Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny???

Does 'virgin wool' come from sheep the shepherd hasn't caught yet???
 
If the front of your car says 'DODGE', do you really need a horn???

What do sheep count when they can't get to sleep???

When you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn???

Does fuzzy logic tickle???

Do blind Eskimos heave seeing-eye sled dogs???

Do they have reserved parking for non-handicap people at the Special Olympics???

How come wrong numbers are never busy???

Do radioactive cats have 18 half-lives???

Why call it "take" a dump, when you leave something behind???

What was the best thing before sliced bread???

Why do we call it a hot water heater if the water is already hot???

If you throw a cat out a car window does it become kitty litter???

If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from???

If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex in the box???

How do they get a deer to cross at that yellow road sign???

If it's tourist season, why can't we shoot them???

Is there another word for thesaurus???

Is the color orange called that because it's the color of the fruit of the same name, or was the fruit called orange because that's its color???
Which came first, the color or the fruit???

After eating, do amphibians have to wait one hour before getting out of the water???

How can there be self-help "groups"???

If white wine goes with fish, do white grapes go with sushi???

If a mute swears, does his mother make him wash his hands with soap???

If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation???

Instead of talking to your plants, if you yelled at them would they still grow, but only to be troubled and insecure???

Is there another word for synonym???

Just before someone gets nervous, do they experience cocoons in their stomach???

It is hard to understand how a cemetery raised its burial cost and blamed it on the cost of living...

Why is a pear called a pear when there is only one???

What do they pack Styrofoam in???

Is grass really greener on the other side???

Do boxer shorts box???

Why do you wear a pair of pants and only one top???

Why don't sheep shrink when it rains???

Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together???

Why is it called a "near miss" when you don't hit something???

When sign makers go on strike, is there anything written on their signs???

Before the light bulb was invented, what appeared over peoples heads when they had an idea???

If you spin an Oriental person around and around, does he become disorientated???

If a vegetable goes into a coma, is it called a person???

Why does the word monosyllabic contain five syllables???

If you wear an antennae to a wedding, would the reception be better???

If you put a chameleon in a mirrored box what color would it change to???

Why do people point to their wrist when they want to know the time???
Do I point "down there" when I want to know where the bathroom is???

If the cops arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent???

If you ate pasta and antipasti, would you still be hungry???

If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest end up drowning as well???

What should you do if you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant???

If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong???

If you asked a librarian where the books on self help were would they tell you, or would that defeat the purpose???

If ATM stands for Automatic Teller Machine, why do we call it an ATM machine? And if PIN stands for Personal Identification Number, why do we call it a PIN number?


Amir and Adam,Vise and Versa: Somehow the Same...

He decided to charge into fields of bloodshed and battle, but he ran away from every drop of blood. Adam charged forward to fight for freedom, while Amir backed away from every firing bullet. One attacked forth with foolishness while the other ran and hid due to foolishness. There are so many differences between Adam Cooper from April Morning and Amir from The Kite Runner; yet after the obvious there are many like characteristics between these two people.

In the beginning of both books everything is normal; both characters are living an easy life as young boys. Adam Cooper is always receiving praises from all of his family members for being “a good boy.”(5) Meanwhile, Amir is living an easy life also; “he’s not violent” (22) or mean. However, there is one character from both books that does not like either boy. In both stories, the father is always disapproving of everything and anything either Adam or Amir need or do. For example, Amir is put down by his father, whom he calls Baba, during a conversation between Baba and his adviser, Rahim Khan; “If I’d never seen the doctor pull him out of my wife with my own eyes I’d never believe he’s my own son.” (23) Adam faces a similar situation. His father too dislikes Adam’s actions and intentions. On page 16 of April Morning, Adam’s father, Moses, clearly states “Why am angry, Adam? Is it because you repeated some foolish doggerel?... Hardly… What you did is a display of ignorance!” But, this hatred between both sets of father and son was not to last. Soon, a new terror would come; hiding blue skies with clouds of storm.

With a yell and a cry, a new wind was blowing. A sour, bitter wind licked the faces of pedestrians. This new wind was a wind of war. War came to Adam. War came to Amir. During this part in both books, the father’s seem to forgive their sons. Overcoming differences, a bit of love is shown. It doesn’t matter that they may have failed tasks, no longer did it matter. This is another similarity between the main characters from these two books. In both these stories, the two boys earn their father’s respects and pride. Even though pride was earned later into the story, there had been people supporting the boys all along.

Adam had been supported by his grandmother and Ruth his girlfriend. Both of these side characters had always given Adam full support. But, Adam isn’t the only one who was supported. Amir, he too had been supported by two other characters in his early life: Rahim Khan and Hassan, his unsaid best friend, his worker, and his half- brother. For both Amir and Adam, their two supporters had been there for them. They had helped him and shown him strength. However there was one difference between the connection and relationships of these characters. That difference was loyalty.

Loyalty comes in often throughout both stories. For Amir, it was when his best friend, Hassan, was being raped. It was a startling event. Amir had stood there in shock and later ran away without having second thoughts. The trust, friendship, and loyalty between these two boys had been betrayed. Even though Amir may have betrayed loyalty to the closest of the close, Adam never did. He had stuck on through, being careful with every move and thought. Adam had never even betrayed any trust or loyalty even during his fight. Not once through the war did Adam run without a valid reason. This had been a great difference between Amir and Adam. Amir, as we later realize, had done a lot of foolish mistakes out of fear. This is basically the opposite of Adam’s actions. In April Morning, Adam commits many foolish mistakes out of ignorance.

Adam, being young, ignorant and foolish had signed the muster roll. This gave him a one way path to war. If he had been lacking the proper equipment, it would have been a one way path to death. Amir being a bit more mature and having a slightly more over- protective father had escaped his hometown which was under attack by the Russians. While one decided to run into war, the other had concluded to run out of war. Even though both characters regret their actions they do agree that what they had done had made them into the person they are today.

Being turned into someone new takes a while and for both these characters it truly did. Over years both boys worked hard to become men. And when they did, they faced challenges, they faced changes, and then finally faced their fears. Even though Adam and Amir had never lived identical lives, they had had similar experiences. If the two characters had sat down for lunch together on a bright sunny day and talked about their experiences, they would’ve found so many similarities. It’s unbelievable that two characters with completely different backgrounds could be alike. This could be true for you and me too. Just because a moment occurred, lifetimes were altered, decisions were made, and secretly two lives were entwined.


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Destiny and Your Story Entwined

One Is Silver, The Rest Forever Gold

Author's Note: This is something I learned in Scouts. I think if not everyone knows the news yet, they will soon enough. BTW: My picture moves!!!

Make new friends,
but keep the old.
One is silver,
rest forever gold.
A circle is round,
it has no end.
That's how long,
I will be your friend.
A fire burns bright,
it warms the heart.
We've been friends,
from the very start.
You have one hand,
I have the other.
Put them together,
We have each other.
Silver is precious,
Gold is too.
I am precious,
and so are you.
You help me,
and I'll help you
and together
we will see it through.
The sky is blue
The Earth is green
I can help
to make it gleam
Across the land
Across the sea
Friends forever
We will always be


Monday, December 12, 2011

Loss of Innocence: The Outsiders Essay

Author's Note: I really don't feel like doing ANOTHER note tonight. So yeah... check out the pic.... YAWN.... and give some feedback.... it's getting late. "Nighty- night... don't let the bed- bugs bite!" :)

From a child's first step to an old man's last breath, there is so much that happens between these two life altering times. There is love and hate, hope and sorrow, happiness and grief, and there also is innocence. Somewhere hidden far behind, lost in storms of thoughts and feelings, is a little ray of innocence. So, bright it once was but now only a shard of light is left. What happen to all of this love? Where is the feeling of perfection? Whatever happened to all of that innocence? Much, so much did. Everyone once had innocence. But one day, it was all lost or hidden away -- forever. This fact is demonstrated so many times in the story The Outsiders. The characters from The Outsiders were innocent once upon a time too. But, as we all can see, no longer are they.

Every character in The Outsiders once was innocent. They had no worries, nobody did. From the story, you can pick up two social groups: The Greasers and The Socialites (Socs.) The poor, fighting, and lowly Greasers have such an odd reputation that it is almost impossible to realize that they once were innocent. And then there are the Socs. Those Mustang owning, Madras wearing, well groomed Socs, they really don't have any worries. All they need to do is drive along and around town looking pretty. But, don't let their looks deceive you. Underneath their beauty and shine- there is a hard-hating, rusty core, rotting from all the pain they cause and have felt. And then too, you would wonder if they once were innocent. How did every one's innocence slowly disappear? Through hate, pain, and revenge. Revenge made the main character, Ponyboy, lose his innocence.

Revenge, in this case, would be more than just a jumping. This time the revenge would go out, far enough and wild enough, to reach death. And when Bob died the only thing to do was run. And all they did was run. Pony had finally  slowly started understanding reality and was slowly letting go of his childhood and innocence. The harder he tried to grip on, the more it flowed out; his innocence was like sand. Pony without knowing it was gold in the beginning of the story. But there were things that changed him.

A main event that changed him and the people around him, was the church incident. When the church was burning, Pony and Johnny realize that it must have been their faults. They really wouldn't have cared but when they heard that there were kids trapped inside they must have realized something. It could have been guilt, or maybe a natural reaction, or maybe it could have even been just the plain realization that it was the right thing to do. This is probably what we could apply to Pony, but for Johnny it was a whole other story. This child was never brave, according to Pony "he jumped at his own shadow." What overcame him may have been the hardening coming into play after the course of few days. But, most likely, it was bravery. When Pony saw this, he to may have become more confident. And even after Dally's yelling and opposing the two boys ran to help. Every child survived, but not every child lived.

Johnny died. Pony realized that nothing was forever. He even begged to the lifeless body to come to be Johnny. This moment emotionally changed Pony, forever. Another time that Pony emotionally changed was with the talk with the Soc, Randall. Randall had wanted to talk about Bob. During this talk, Pony came to realize that maybe Socs didn't have it so easy. He realized that maybe that everyone was a person, and all they were trying to do was find their in life.

What Pony did by the end, was understand the way of life. It's true he lost his innocence. He changed when he saw death, he changed when he saw love, he changed when he saw "humans," and most importantly he changed into an everlasting gold.


Life of Pi

This really doesn't follow essay format, and really doesn't analyze characters, but I got a sweet grade, so I'm guessing it's worth something..... Right??? Oh yeah...and the space in between is the start of another thought thingy... TIERED... sorry... :)

"How can they do that" people say, when someone murders out of cold blood. We think of it as inhuman and cold; it is in fact inhuman, but not necessarily cold. People who are serial killers are letting the opposite side of their nature show, the animal side.  There are two sides to every human, but only one that you usually see, and that is the side that has emotions, and makes decisions off of them. The other side is our animal side, that is willing to do anything for survival and feels no sort of emotion when making decisions. Life of Pi studies both sides of humans when Pi is on the life boat. On the boat, half of the time Pi  acts like an animal doing things that no human would normally do, and when Pi  does think of his human self his actions are ruled more by his heart and emotion than by his instinct and logic. The reality is that humans have two sides, or a dual nature, and the animal side comes out when we are all alone with no human contact.

Pi is different in a way that some people view as weak and vulnerable. He gets teased for his name and doesn't really have any friends. He is a boy who believes in God strongly and does not eat meat, and is mild tempered. As the book progresses and Pi is put on the lifeboat, his actions become increasingly animal like. The boy he once was is replaced with someone whose desperation to survive overcomes his conscience. On page 311 the truth is revealed: "So the Taiwanese sailor is the zebra, his mother is the orangutan, the cook is… the hyena-which means he's the tiger!" Pi was the tiger all along, meaning that Pi killed that man, and ate him, but on the lifeboat the tiger and Pi seem to be two separate beings. They are Pi's dual nature, that only comes out when he is all alone with no means of survival, and no human contact.

Pi, who ripped apart being after being when there was no one around, was the tiger, yet he was himself. The tiger part or animal part of Pi remained on the surface while Pi had no human contact. The animal side of us stays with us when we are thrown out of civilization, and the animals side of him is what kept him alive; it was his survival instinct: "Then Richard Parker, companion of my torment, awful, fierce thing that kept me alive, moved forward and disappeared forever from my life"(285) when Pi comes back to civilization the tiger leaves, and so that animal side of Pi is hidden from until he needs it again, which he never does based on the last phrase of that quote. 

Life of Pi clearly shows the dual nature of people, and how the side we don't show is our animal side. On the lifeboat Pi displayed both sides of our nature, and then when he left the lifeboat the animal side was gone, he thought. In reality the animal side is never gone. It is merely hidden from us and comes out when we need it for survival; it is our survival instincts. The animal side of us doesn't affect us as humans, but we all have the capability to act like an animal.





You call that person brother, sister, father, mother, or friend,  but whatever you call them it doesn't make a difference on whether or not you love them or not. True love seems like more of a decision than an emotion, if you are going to love someone you decide to look at the whole person, even their flaws, and make a decision to love them with their flaws. Pi meets a man on the sea, whom he calls brother. Pi loves this man, because he calls him brother in a sincere manner and not in a sarcastic one, but Pi's love is more like the love we see in Hollywood. Where girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy, then finds something out about the boy and ends up hating. This would make Pi's love for the man superficial, more like a really blind, kind of fake love.

When Pi first meets the man, the man is in a separate lifeboat, so Pi assumes the best automatically, because he is blind and cannot truly see the man. When the man comes aboard the lifeboat, and tries to kill Pi, it is revealed that Pi does not really love him. The bible says that love "always perseveres"; Pi couldn't have loved that man, because he did not like the man after. "Something in me died then that had never come back," Pi says at the end of this chapter. I took it was that Pi's love for the man had died, and would never come back. When he says, "I pray for his soul everyday," Pi is talking about the man again, and this is after he died; I honestly don't think that Pi prays for the man out of love, but rather out of guilt because the he ate some of the man's flesh.

Living totally blind like that must have been hard for Pi, but it shows that in life we can't always rely on sight, but then once true nature is revealed you can choose to love them how they are. Now I admit that is extremely difficult, especially for Pi, seeing as the man was trying to kill him, but Pi could have kept on loving him even after he had died.


From Boy to Man: Cause and Effect

Author's Note: I think I really like this book. No seriously, I really like it. Very interesting and fun to write about. No seriously, this was supposed to be a two paragraph response but it turned out to be a SEVEN PARAGRAPH ESSAY!!! WOW!!! Okay, so if you read this, I just need some review on "grammary stuffses," "spelingg," and " sentence fluency. Like if some sentences are super long and are run- onsand just don't stop and just keep going, and really seem like there is no end, and like yeah. And then short." I feel kinda hyper right- now... anyone else agree??? Oh yeah, check out the pic at the end, I happen to like it!!! :)

The deed had been done. In the book, April Morning by Howard Fast, Adam Cooper had his name submitted to the muster roll of men who were brave and willing to fight for their country and their lives. His father had been there; his father, wishing no embarrassment, grimaced and allowed his first step to manhood. Adam had been bursting at seams with joy. However, he was fairly shocked. For because of this action, he would now be standing on fighting grounds until victory or until death.

It was April 19, 1775 in Middlesex County, Province of Massachusetts Bay, within the towns of Lexington and Concord. It was here that the first military engagements of the American Revolutionary War took place. It was here history was made, it was here first blood was shed between a mother country and her child, it was here heard the first shot: "the shot heard 'round the world."

The first shot rang out, and there was Adam, alone and frightened. About 700 trained British Army regulars, under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Francis Smith, were mercilessly firing rapid shots at under trained men and young boys, due to secret orders directly from the king himself whom had received word through a traitor among Freedom-Fighters about inside news about the colonies. The regulars were to arrest John Hancock and Samuel Adams, and later continue "The Famous Ride" to Lexington to capture and destroy military supplies that were reportedly stored by the Massachusetts militia at Concord. Through effective intelligence gathering, Patriot colonial towns had received word of this weeks before the event had even occurred. Just a few weeks before that April Morning, Adam's town too had received news, word and alert.

700 Redcoats marched through the night of April 18, 1775, reaching Lexington near dawn. Awaiting them were 77 Minutemen, including Adam and his father, - farmers and laborers trained to be "ready in a minute." One musket went off as the first ray of dawn shone. Historians still debate which side fired first, but within seconds, eight colonists lay dead on Lexington Green, and among these unfortunate souls, was no other than Adam Cooper's father himself. Adam, frightened, hid in a shed through most of this. He and other men, whom we may call cowards, waited until the next day break to march on with the survivors. Through that early morning, being smart and sadly outnumbered, the remaining of 77 men, who were the "strong and brave" militia, retreated for they saw no victory on the dreadful April morning.

However, being "strong and brave," these "men were unprepared to admit defeat." (78)  So onward they marched to Concord. Along the way other men joined in to help fight. By the end of the march, there had been an amazing increase in numbers. Over 400 Minutemen exchanged gunfire with 120 Redcoats at the North Bridge. Pealing church bells spread the alarm and colonial numbers grew to 5,000. The British would have been massacred, but reinforcements arrived as they fled back to Boston. April 19, 1775 … the war had begun!

Adam had done as much as he could have. He had also lost a lot of his ignorance, naivety, and almost all of his innocence all within seven days. This scene had reminded me of a previous story I had encountered, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. In this book, all the characters had lost their innocence or their lives by the end and all within a weeks time. This is just what had happened in April Morning. Adam Cooper had left as an innocent boy seeking adventure and had returned as a grown man who had felt, seen, and heard to much.

Just because a father had not wanted embarrassment by his son, he had accepted death and made his little boy into a grown man. This little boy had changed; a small amount of ink had killed, matured, and taught this little boy, who really wasn't so young anymore. A name had been written on paper, many names had been erased from the face of earth, but many more had been written down in history.

Pretty Sweet, Right!!! :)

Friday, December 9, 2011

Miracle Caf'e

Author's note: So, yeah this is what I had as my 2 topics: A woman with big dreams and a snowy afternoon. Right now the title doesn't make sense yet.



Grace, elegance, pride: it was all visible in the three people. They walked up to the great mansion of Casey Buexford early in the morning. Casey lived on the hills overlooking the city below, it was a lovely and perfect sunny day in the beginning of March. There was no sign of a storm or a cloud anywhere I in the sky. But, yet fresh snow covered the ground in a sheepskin blanket. Every person was walking freely wearing shorts and tanks trying to keep cool. However, these people wore full black clothing and walked in such an entertaining way it was difficult to pull your eyes away. Every step was a synchronized beat. It seemed as though the whole world was in sync with them. There was only one phrase to describe the three strangers: Perfection at its greatest display.

They walked straight up to the door of Casey's home. Gently knocking three times, they patiently waited for the door to open. The knocks were so soft anyone would expect them not to be heard, yet the knocks echoed through every room and bounced off every wall and high ceiling. The knocks echoed exactly until Casey opened the door; still in her pajamas she was surprised at the heat and even more confused with the clothing of the strangers.

"Excuse me? May I help you?" questioned Casey looking at the three figures standing in a perfect triangle. All three figures stepped closer to the doorway. Their faces now visible, Casey stared at each one of them with awe. Her position felt suddenly diminutive compared to theirs. Oddly enough, when they walked, there would be no footprints. Lightly steps were all they had taken. A man at the front of the triangle took another step forward. There were two women at the back of the triangle, that stood calmly and without blinking bore into his eyes. Each stranger had a radiant glow seeping through their skin. Even though the weren't actually glowing, it was rather like a high stride pride surrounding them, like heat from around a flame. 


To Be Continued...


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

April Morning: A Point View

"Unfair! Every other boy can go, every other man can go, but I'm the one stuck cooped here in this dump!" (Adam Cooper ) In the story April Morning by Howard Fast, a young boy, age 15, is overprotected by both his parents. His father is always upset over Adam's lack of efforts while his mother is worrisome and will never let down her guard for her children. Obviously being upset, any child including us, would think that our parents are out to rob us of our freedom, rights and happiness. Therefore, so does Adam. However, even though we agree that Adam's parents are unfair to him, had the parents been narrating, the story would have been completely different. In particular, if Adam's father had been narrating, Adam may have just seemed like a disobedient boy.

If the story was narrated by Adam's father, we may have been seeing things differently. We may have understood what Mr. Cooper thought about Adam and about Adam's behalf. We know right from the start that both father and son are hard- headed and get in arguments for simplest of matters. According to Adam, his father is just being dumb and overprotective. Maybe the dad hates fighting with his son but is just trying to look at for him by protecting him. It truly would be interesting to know what is racing through Adam's father's head and what he is thinking of when certain things occur. For example, the boy believes that his father doesn’t want him to join the army just to keep control over him and embarrass him in front of everyone. But maybe it might just be that Adam's father may be trying to protect him. His father may have been attempting to keep him safe. He may have told Adam to stay away from the Army only because he doesn't want to lose him. This, in fact, could be true. Since the story isn't told by Mr. Cooper, we really don't know the real reasons. But, if we had known the real reasons maybe we may have realized something new; We would have realized something new, all from a different point of view.


Swimming In A Pool Of Trouble

"Are you crazy? It's four o'clock in the morning!" I screamed into my phone.
"No, I'm not, but Josh will be there!!!! He's soooo cute. Sneaking to the pond will be totally worth it!" replied a half pleading and very much excited Jessie from the other line.
"Yes, he's cute. No, it won't be worth it," I frowned murmuring into the phone slightly annoyed.
"Come on! We'll be back by 6:00. And besides….. We're going swimming….. THAT MEANS JOSH!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!" freaked Jessie.
"SHUT UP!!!" I hissed into the phone, "You're gonna wake up the whole world!!!!"
"But, I'm sure you would have fun! Come on!" pleaded Jessie.
"Ummmmm…" I thought for a minute then sarcastically teased, "Well, swimming? I don't like swimming. Hmmmmm…. What should I do?"
"Yesssss…. So that means I'll see you there?" she questioned hopefully.
"It means no, I'm not going!" I freaked. She really could be a blond.
" So, what would I do about that…. I don't wanna go alone… I'll look like a loser!" she plead.
"You kind are already," I moaned wishing she'd go back to sleep.
"Thanks meanie…. Okay if you go with me now, I won't call you so early again unless it's an emergency," she said being desperate.
"Fine…. I'll go!" I said, "Be outside in 5!"
Here comes trouble!

To Be Continued........

Monday, November 28, 2011

Treachery of the Unknowns

Here's a piece I did- as you can kinda tell, I left an open ending. If you comment, please include what you think happened or should happen. :)

The wind whispered through the land, leaving a voiceless and agonizing echo in one's heart. It was the year of 3004. The air chilled to the very bone, core and soul. The chill of the air emanated from the Unknowns. The "Unknowns" was a place none dared to tread, none dared to dream, and none wished to see. However, there was one hard- headed girl who only believed in what she saw. And as far as any living creature knew- for her, the stories and history of the "Unknowns" were all lies. Everyone knew this girl as Josephina: the orphan, the wild-girl, the unfortunate one. One and all grieved for her in their prayers, yet they all thought her to be foolish and a nuisance. And soon enough, her foolishness and her annoyance would be proven. Proven so hard and painfully, none would be able to compare her pain she was soon to feel.

"Devils and death! Witches and warlocks! Satan and saints! Clear you paths, young Josie is coming your way! " cried Josephina. She had given herself a nickname and most people followed her by this too.
Since she did not know of what else she was called, she happily skipped through the streets smiling at all passers-by. Laughter erupted from the children as she made silly faces, and giggles burst from the mouths of gossiping young ladies. Still, Josie didn't mind. She had decided her life was only her life, and she would live by her rules and only her rules. As you can tell already, she had an unbreakable view of life.

Life was valued quite a bit in 3004. Researchers had discovered immortality about a few hundred years previously. When the researchers made everyone immortal, they didn't realize that everyone's souls had to still leave the body when the time came. However, because the bodies had yet to be buried and rest in peace, the souls started to wander. After years or wandering in despair and misery, they each slowly secluded themselves into the Forest of Lost Souls. Soon the souls all turned against their owners. Since souls can't really harm any living creature, they started the revolution. They were able to control parts of the weather, some feelings, and sometimes even the state of the senses. But, since Josie refused to believe any of this, she was left unaffected.

A few days later, when Josie was skipping about, frolicking here and there a group of children ran up to her. They snatched a piece of wooden jewelry out of her hair and ran. She chased after them, frowning and shouting. Straight into the fields they ran. Through the tall grass into the green pastures, and from there a young boy threw the jewelry right into the Forest of Lost Souls. A distant howl came out from the dark mystifying death-trap. Every child fearing the froze or stumbled backwards cowardly. Yet, Josie stood her ground. "Come on guys, let's go get it!" she excitedly requested. Almost every kid made an excuse to go home. There were only a few kids left, she insisted that in was there fault she was even here and tried to pull them into the forest with her but they also all ran off, all except an obnoxious girl: Bethany. Bethany never turned down an adventure or a challenge; there wasn't even the slightest chance she could turn this down. So she was the girl who accepted to help find the ball with Josie and the girl who changed her not only her fate but all the others too.

Fate, at the moment, was a forgotten variable. So, with only half of an idea or plan, they tread into the forest not knowing what they would find. Just black surrounded them. Footsteps scuffled in the dark and animals skittered across the ground. A steady dripping sound surrounded the two girls. Bethany tripped. Falling over forward on a suspected tree root, she let out a shriek. Bats and other flying creatures that are too horrid to describe, swooped down and into the girls’ hair. A freakish bug flew down and stuck itself into Bethany's hair. Her eyes started to glow a ghastly fluorescent green. Her eyes became two lanterns, revealing all the gory sights around them. The tree branch that Bethany had tripped over really had been an arm. Only an arm. Rotting flesh, bugs, mice, and a foul stench were the only things to be seen of the arm. At this point, Josie realized what she had done; not only did she put herself in danger, she had put Bethany in danger too.

The ground rumbled under their feet. Bethany, oh that poor girl, she shook harder than the earth. Josie's breath was stolen as Bethany's last breath was taken. A groan of agony escaped her lips as time caught up to her. She fell to her knees. Her body became no more than wrinkles and ash, blood seeped through her skin, her eyes glowed like the light of death, she grew old and her immortality was stolen. And there stood Josie, stricken with pure fear and terror. What she had seen cannot be described by the average.

A glowing black figure had appeared in mist and had run through the limp and lifeless body of Bethany splayed on the ground. Then, the figure had risen out of the blood drenched ground running itself through Josie. Every time contact was made a heartbeat was stolen and Josie got a second closer to death. From the continues impacts Josie's stomach spilled open inside of her, and slowly her body started to digest her from where it hurt the most: the inside. She realized that life was not a game. It had never been. There had been rules made by everyone, but she had turned a blind eye to them and had only focused on her own. However, Josie's challenge was not over yet.

A bottle rolled to her, and with a quaking body and unsteady hand, she picked it up. "The Elixir of Life" read the engraving in the small glass bottle that had an unnerving glow to it. Being in the forest, she knew that there was no reason to trust this bottle. But, what other choice of survival did she have? In the forest anything could happen, there was no telling what would happen next. She promised herself that if she drank the bottle and survived, she would leave the forest as fast as she could and live by rules that would help her live forever. But, if she died from the liquid, she would hopefully die instantly before she devoured herself. No matter what, there would be a bitter-sweet ending to both ways. So she picked up the bottle, and pulled the cork from its neck. Swishing the liquid slightly in her hands, she heard a gentle and calming swishing sound. A sweet aroma flooded from the bottle, a yearning for the taste overcame her. Between tears she lifted the bottle to her lips and slowly let the fluid run through her lips, into her dry mouth, and down her parched throat. Calmness overcame her as she started feeling a little light headed. Josie's breathing steadied and her stomach calmed down as did the rest of her. She took a few deep breaths. Once again she lifted the little vial and gave it a tip. Down poured the rest of the liquid. As soon as the last drop would be drunk an outcome would come into view. And that time had come.

The last drop slowly dripped into her mouth and slid down her throat. The last drop was drunk and destiny and fate altered their paths. A prophecy was fulfilled and life as all knew it, was changed.


Halloween Reflection

Celebration Reflection
By Fariha Momin

From the laughs and chatters to the mess and yells, the party I had was amazing! No doubt that there were some things that were a bit unorganized, yet everything worked out pretty well. There were much more good things than what, well, wasn't too good for sure. Nonetheless, even with the difficulties and the eases, the party had to go on!

The best part of the party was definitely the "Scared Stiff" game. I was surprised that almost half of the class didn't know how to play. But still, that wasn't much of a problem after explaining. When I noticed that not that many people were doing too much and were just sitting in their seats, I decided they needed a little enlightening. So that's exactly what I did. The lights went out and the lighting glow-sticks came in. The majority of the class participated after that. Things worked out a bit better after everything that. Another highlight was the food items and supplies. There were no problems with the items. The items were organized properly and luckily everyone was able to bring in their assigned items. I think that this was actually a pretty good party compared to what could have gone wrong.

Speaking about going wrong, there were also a few things that didn't work out too well. But, you can't really blame me that much; I'm only 13! Truth be told, there weren't too many things but the biggest problem was the organization. I think it was a little hard at the beginning of class. I wasn't completely positive of what I was supposed to say. Along with that, I wasn't sure of what I should have been doing through the time that everyone else was playing games. However, with the setting up taking up a lot of time, I found that I did have things to do. Also, I think it was a bit difficult knowing what I should tell the class. I had to continuously go to my locker to get everything. I was able to do this, but I guess it slipped my mind for a minute or two that I was the one directing everything. I'm not really used to being in charge of everything; and if I ever was in charge before, it was only when I had a back-up or partner. I think a little more careful planning could have solved these problems.

The planning took a while. I had to make sure that I knew all the needed materials for a proper party. I had to make a list of items that would make the celebration worthwhile. After that, I had to get volunteers to bring in party items. This was a bit difficult; I didn't want to tell anyone to bring something what they couldn't. But, good enough, I was able to get enough volunteers and only had a few remaining items I had to bring in. I became a little nervous because I had to depend on a lot of people; there really was no problem for party items, though. I did have to make a few announcements to keep the class up to date. Some announcements were sent by email, and had to be read prior to the party. On the day of the party, I had to get as many items as I could from everyone. My classmates brought their items in the morning of the celebration and I had to get a storage area for them right away. Thankfully, I had planned ahead, and that wasn't a problem. The only planning problem I did have was probably all the worrying about when someone would be able to bring in their assigned item. I guess next time when I throw a party; this should be one thing to keep in mind.

From this party I learned a lot of things. I also was able to find some points to keep in mind for other celebrations I host. I should probably keep in mind that too much sugar can have people bouncing of walls, and that chocolate runs out fast! I think that I may be able to host other parties for my other classes. By the end of the year, I may be a professional and will most likely be comparing my successes to all of my stupid mistakes from my first party hosting. Other mental notes I should consider are the preferences of games. I should find some games that everyone likes. Some activities should also be noted. After this party, I had an idea for throwing a contest for the best dressing according to the theme. To have people participate in this, I could try getting prizes for the winner. If these things work out well, then I really will believe that practice can and will make perfect!

It was definitely a fun party, I'm sure that everyone enjoyed some part of it. I know I did. True there was hard work involved, but everything flew nicely with a little push or pull. Besides, if everything was easy, life wouldn't be so fun and neither would have the party have been! It is as the old saying goes: "All's well that ends well." Shakespeare