Through society, we have been taught that dogs are a man’s best friend. Well, I have come to find that there is another animal that I believe to be a man’s best friend. An animal who we can closely relate to: the gorilla.
Gorillas are very intelligent and trusting species. When you look in to their eyes, you can feel the trust between you and this animal. They allow us to touch them, to come close and experience them so personally. Gorillas have been taught to trust mankind and have built up a close relationship. Unfortunately, we are slowly breaking this relationship through the killings of a very special species of gorilla.
The silverback mountain gorilla can be found in Rwanda, Uganda, and the Democratic Republic of Congo. They thrive in the lush forests that surround these countries. Unfortunately for us humans, we may not be able to enjoy the company of this beautiful species for much longer. There are only about 700 left of this species. In Rwanda and Uganda gorillas continue to flourish, but In the Democratic Republic they are under protected and are slowly being killed. Gorillas have been able to survive in Rwanda and Uganda because of the protection programs and the park rangers, but in the Democratic Republic the constant fighting within the country has caused the park rangers to flee and leave these beautiful creatures to fend for themselves.
According to the U.N. Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) 10 mountain gorillas have been shot to death in the Democratic Republic, in the last year. Even if they are not killed, many of the gorillas you may come across in all of the countries are missing body parts, such as hands and feet. It is truly heart breaking to see.
Gorillas are much like humans. They travel in groups or, “families,” in which a male is the ultimate leader. There are many female gorillas and babies that are protected by this fierce male. Male silverbacks can be very intimidating. It seems as though their favorite thing to do is to stand on their hind legs and bang on their chest, a fair warning that the male is the boss.
In a sense these gorilla families are much like our human families. A father protects, a mother cares for the young, and the children love to play. There is a real sense of connection with these animals, and I believe we have no right to tear these families apart any longer. We should have more protection for them, because once they are gone, they are gone forever.
I believe that an immediate action should be taken against the poachers of these countries. How would they like it if we set out to hunt for their family? I believe everyone in this world should take some point of action to help these creatures. I know I am. In my schooling I am studying zoology, and then I will be able to become a zoologist and save these precious animals. Our world would be nothing without wildlife. We would lose millions of dollars and food sources would evaporate in to thin air. Who wants to live in a world without man’s best friend? Certainly not me.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
This i believe.
This I believe.
I believe in the power of second chances. Mistakes are an inevitable part of every human being’s life and past. You can not fight it, you can not avoid it, and you can not ignore it. Embrace it; accept it. Mistakes are part of who everyone becomes. They have the power to shape a life. Two very strong pathways emerge from a mistake. One in which you can take in order to move on and learn from your mistakes, growing and developing as a person. The other takes you to a road of regret and miseries. Instead of developing on the other road, you are left here, becoming weaker and weaker. Well, I have always chosen to take action and stay on the road to happiness. I leave my past behind me and my future in front of me, just as it was always meant to be. I learn, I live and I grow. In my past relationships, a lot of mistakes were made on both parts of the friendship. In one particular relationship too many were made, and they became destructive. Unfortunately, a beautiful relationship was ruined. Well, years after it came to an abrupt and painful stop, and we decided to try and become friends again, at least. After a while it wasn’t so hard and our trust was rebuilt, because we forgave each other and learned. Now, we are back together again and going smoothly for months now. It was not so easy to rebuild that relationship, but trust and forgiveness was a key component. Without giving a second chance, we would not have the amazing relationship we have today, and I am proud of our lessons we have learned. Therefore I must say, I believe in second chances, because no one is perfect, and you should never give up on something that may be your last chance at happiness.
I believe in the power of second chances. Mistakes are an inevitable part of every human being’s life and past. You can not fight it, you can not avoid it, and you can not ignore it. Embrace it; accept it. Mistakes are part of who everyone becomes. They have the power to shape a life. Two very strong pathways emerge from a mistake. One in which you can take in order to move on and learn from your mistakes, growing and developing as a person. The other takes you to a road of regret and miseries. Instead of developing on the other road, you are left here, becoming weaker and weaker. Well, I have always chosen to take action and stay on the road to happiness. I leave my past behind me and my future in front of me, just as it was always meant to be. I learn, I live and I grow. In my past relationships, a lot of mistakes were made on both parts of the friendship. In one particular relationship too many were made, and they became destructive. Unfortunately, a beautiful relationship was ruined. Well, years after it came to an abrupt and painful stop, and we decided to try and become friends again, at least. After a while it wasn’t so hard and our trust was rebuilt, because we forgave each other and learned. Now, we are back together again and going smoothly for months now. It was not so easy to rebuild that relationship, but trust and forgiveness was a key component. Without giving a second chance, we would not have the amazing relationship we have today, and I am proud of our lessons we have learned. Therefore I must say, I believe in second chances, because no one is perfect, and you should never give up on something that may be your last chance at happiness.
Smoking on the beach.
Sarasota County Commission
December 7, 2007
Dear Commissioners:
I am addressing the issue of smoking on a beach. I believe that smoking on the beach should be banned for many different reasons. These reasons are not only because of the inconvenience, litter, and health hazards, but because as beach is our main source of economy. Ruining it is causing major damage. Therefore, I feel it is imperative that we address this situation as quickly as possible.
Smoking is very hazardous for your health. It endangers the health of not only the smoker, but of all the people around them. People go to the beach to enjoy their vacations, weekends, and just to have fun, but people don’t expect to be bombarded with litter, smoke, and inconvenience. Imagine taking your three year old daughter to the beach to build sand castles, splash in the water, and collect seashells. What if your baby girl walked up to you holding someone’s old disgusting cigarette butt? All of those germs and chemicals are now on your baby and making for a hazardous situation.
Also, smoking causes immense amounts of litter to our beaches. People want to enjoy our precious Florida sand and beaches, yet smokers are allowed to trash our shores and ruin our main source of economy. Few if not any of these beach smokers ever take responsibility to clean up our beaches either. In 2000 a control program for smoking picked up 32 pounds of butts in Sarasota beaches, and butts take 10 years to decompose.
This disgusting habit is destroying our lovely economic beaches. No tourist or local family wants to go to a beach to find litter and a mess. Smoking causes health problems, litters the sand, and causes people to turn their noses away in disgust. I believe that the safety of the children and of our families is in the hands of this law. Smoking should be banned to protect us, our future, and our amazing sunshine state.
Sincerely,
December 7, 2007
Dear Commissioners:
I am addressing the issue of smoking on a beach. I believe that smoking on the beach should be banned for many different reasons. These reasons are not only because of the inconvenience, litter, and health hazards, but because as beach is our main source of economy. Ruining it is causing major damage. Therefore, I feel it is imperative that we address this situation as quickly as possible.
Smoking is very hazardous for your health. It endangers the health of not only the smoker, but of all the people around them. People go to the beach to enjoy their vacations, weekends, and just to have fun, but people don’t expect to be bombarded with litter, smoke, and inconvenience. Imagine taking your three year old daughter to the beach to build sand castles, splash in the water, and collect seashells. What if your baby girl walked up to you holding someone’s old disgusting cigarette butt? All of those germs and chemicals are now on your baby and making for a hazardous situation.
Also, smoking causes immense amounts of litter to our beaches. People want to enjoy our precious Florida sand and beaches, yet smokers are allowed to trash our shores and ruin our main source of economy. Few if not any of these beach smokers ever take responsibility to clean up our beaches either. In 2000 a control program for smoking picked up 32 pounds of butts in Sarasota beaches, and butts take 10 years to decompose.
This disgusting habit is destroying our lovely economic beaches. No tourist or local family wants to go to a beach to find litter and a mess. Smoking causes health problems, litters the sand, and causes people to turn their noses away in disgust. I believe that the safety of the children and of our families is in the hands of this law. Smoking should be banned to protect us, our future, and our amazing sunshine state.
Sincerely,
Friday, November 2, 2007
Places.
Oh Sarasota.
I was brought in to this world in a town in southern Florida.
Sarasota was the town.
Unfamiliar and new, the sounds are almost deafening.
Everywhere you turn a baby is crying,
Or a taxi cab is honking by.
I smell the aromas of every origin of food.
Italian pizza and spaghetti steaming and tickling your nose.
I watch my steps, as the ground is plated with every color of gum.
And I watch as a 6 year old girl drops her ice cream cone.
She wails out; the torture.
A hot day’s relief vanished.
The sculptures of town tower above me.
I hear the jazz bands playing as I wander the street.
Oh Sarasota, my home sweet home.
North Port.
The sleeping town even when all is awake.
It bores many to sleep, with nothing to do.
Many streets to roam,
But it still is not a home.
The people here are strange,
Impatient and unkind.
Everywhere you turn, a new building rising.
Breaking the precious soil and covering our hope with barriers.
The trees are vanishing beyond our eyes.
Cleared for new homes to stand.
Unjustified sacrifices, because the economy has fallen.
The streets are familiar when you grow up here.
Bike riding and ice cream truck scavengers.
But still, this town is not a home.
Disney World.
The magic in the children’s eyes.
The excitement buzzing as you wander about.
The lines to ride your favorite adventures.
Forever so long and exhausting.
The lightened shining when you finally see him.
The one and only Mickey Mouse.
The magical fireworks of every color.
The princesses so beautiful and kind.
But yet, the empty pocket by the end of the day.
What an amazing place to be,
When magic is everyday and love is eternal.
The one place a child can always belong.
Disney World; where dreams come true.
Hawaii.
The almighty of all tropical paradises.
The rumbling and ever-changing land below your feet.
The lava bubbling with uncertainty.
The frosted glasses filled with pina coladas.
The hula dances telling olden stories and tales.
The leis of every color flower, so sweet smelling and bright.
The sky blue crisp waves begging for a surfer.
Do you challenge Mother Nature at its best?
Hawaii; the relaxing beauty.
I was brought in to this world in a town in southern Florida.
Sarasota was the town.
Unfamiliar and new, the sounds are almost deafening.
Everywhere you turn a baby is crying,
Or a taxi cab is honking by.
I smell the aromas of every origin of food.
Italian pizza and spaghetti steaming and tickling your nose.
I watch my steps, as the ground is plated with every color of gum.
And I watch as a 6 year old girl drops her ice cream cone.
She wails out; the torture.
A hot day’s relief vanished.
The sculptures of town tower above me.
I hear the jazz bands playing as I wander the street.
Oh Sarasota, my home sweet home.
North Port.
The sleeping town even when all is awake.
It bores many to sleep, with nothing to do.
Many streets to roam,
But it still is not a home.
The people here are strange,
Impatient and unkind.
Everywhere you turn, a new building rising.
Breaking the precious soil and covering our hope with barriers.
The trees are vanishing beyond our eyes.
Cleared for new homes to stand.
Unjustified sacrifices, because the economy has fallen.
The streets are familiar when you grow up here.
Bike riding and ice cream truck scavengers.
But still, this town is not a home.
Disney World.
The magic in the children’s eyes.
The excitement buzzing as you wander about.
The lines to ride your favorite adventures.
Forever so long and exhausting.
The lightened shining when you finally see him.
The one and only Mickey Mouse.
The magical fireworks of every color.
The princesses so beautiful and kind.
But yet, the empty pocket by the end of the day.
What an amazing place to be,
When magic is everyday and love is eternal.
The one place a child can always belong.
Disney World; where dreams come true.
Hawaii.
The almighty of all tropical paradises.
The rumbling and ever-changing land below your feet.
The lava bubbling with uncertainty.
The frosted glasses filled with pina coladas.
The hula dances telling olden stories and tales.
The leis of every color flower, so sweet smelling and bright.
The sky blue crisp waves begging for a surfer.
Do you challenge Mother Nature at its best?
Hawaii; the relaxing beauty.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Different Viewpoints
Old wooden chair
A. Ahhh, an old wooden chair. My legs feel like cold spaghetti and I am finally able to rest them. To anyone else it may look uncomfortable, but to me it is a safe haven. I feel like a poor beggar woman finding a gold mine, or a scientist making a break through discovery. I can now finally rest them. As I sit on the chair, I feel the blood begin to race to my legs, for they were numb from walking so long. I have a tingling sensation through out my body, and I can finally relax here. As I rock back and forth, I begin to close my eyes. What a wonderful chair to give such a tired person a place to rest. I have been walking for many a miles out in the hot summer. Now, this chair gives refuge to my useless legs. They ache of true pain, and I do not feel as though I will ever be able to move again.
B. I am about as hungry as any living creature could get. I am a termite looking for food, and I have not been able to find any old dried out wood for weeks. This spring has been truly plentiful for the humans, bringing lots of rain and water. Though to me, this means a low source of food. Even in the forest where it is usually very plentiful, it is very scarce and my colony is beginning to starve. But what is this? An old dried out rocking chair. Food at last! Now I will be able to feed my colony. As I climb on to it, I can smell the old pine scent and I take it in with every breath. I found a good old spot on the middle of the seat and begin to eat this precious meal, for I do not know how long it will be before I am given another. I call my colony, and within minutes it is a full blown feast. To who this chair belongs I do not know, but after we are all finished all that will remain will be a small pile of sawdust. We are now fed, and I know I can last for a couple more weeks until I have another lucky find.
C. What an exquisite chair! This old antique is just what I have been looking for. It even belongs to the Val Kill collection. The Val Kill collection is a collection of old furniture that once belonged to Eleanor Roosevelt. It is an old pine chair, made out of the wood from the now nonexistent Brooklyn forest. I hear it was passed down through a family that originated in the late 1900’s. I am pleased to find such an amazing chair in such magnificent condition. The wood is still hard, and has not become soft from decay. And it still has a very glossy dark pine look to it. If you smell very carefully, you can still smell the scent of the pine forest, almost as though you are in it. I know that this chair is worth thousands now, and I will be lucky to get this cheap. The question is, does the owner know of its value? No matter the price, I am determined to have it. This truly is a remarkable chair.
A highway
A. As I roll on this hot pavement, I feel many different textures. I feel someone’s old cigarette on the road, a piece of gum thrown out the window, and many more feelings that I could never describe. As I look ahead at the highway, I feel excitement. To me, a highway is a large race course which my other 3 brothers and I work together to go the fastest. Our driver is destined to get to work quickly, and now the highway becomes a track. As I feel him push the gas peddle ever so slightly, I know that it is time to rev up. He is speeding up to 70 miles per hour and I help him to zoom by the other cars. I do not want to fail him. Thank goodness for the highway. I get to reach my top speeds and race other cars, and I get the gratitude of beating them, so my owner is happy with me. I love the daily drives on the highway.
B. As I fly along about the giant serpent below me, I watch the many little, moving, and shiny things on top of them. I wonder what they are, and as I move downwards below them I see what looks like little aliens inside. This mysterious serpent winds and bends a many far ways taking aliens to a “city.” It is a jet black serpent and it is very wide. I fly above it every day to see the many things that happen on it. Almost every day I see those little moving objects bump in to each other and block the others from moving. Then a flashing object appears very quickly which makes very loud noises and takes the aliens away. I find this very peculiar but either way I respect the giant serpent, because it has powers much stronger then mine, so I keep my distance and watch it from above.
C. Finally I see the highway! I am overjoyed, for I have been lost for many days and nights. I was on my flight to Chicago so that I could see my daughter for her birthday when I lost contact with the radio control center. I have been lost for a very many days, in which I was not able to have contact with anyone, so I was forced to try to navigate my way, only to find that I could not. After flying over a long ways of water, I found myself over a large area of forest which lasted for about three days. I have been lost for four, and now I have finally seen civilization. This highway looks extremely busy which means that it must be a big city. I have no idea where I am now, but I do find comfort in seeing this highway so I may follow it. Now, my only problem will be finding a landing strip, and finding out where I am.
A train station
A. I am now home! I am very thirsty and I have been running out of power. My coal supply ran low early in to my trip. My train number is 4589 and I am arriving just on time to NYC. I set off from Charleston, North Carolina last night at about 6:00 pm, and I saw problems early on my trip. My coal ran low, and I did not have very much oil to keep me hydrated. I am happy now though, to be able to see my temporary home. I can get rested and fed so that I am ready to take my journey tomorrow after they fix my pipe line that broke around Virginia. As I pull in, many people are happy to see me. Some cry with joy, as other little children bounce up and down. I unload my passengers and their entire luggage and I am placed in to a holding facility where I am able to sleep. I am very relaxed and happy, but I am a little homesick from Charleston. I can not wait until tomorrow when I am able to return home, but this is a very good refuge until then.
B. I am starting to get agitated with this station, it is very noisy because there are always trains coming and going. The worst part is though; the area is very much polluted. These trains emit a lot of black smoke from their tunnels and it makes it hard for me to breath. I am also trying to raise my ducklings, and although the eves make a very nice place for my nest, a lot of little people try to knock it down, which is not very safe for my family. As I look down upon this station, I wonder whether or not I should remain there. It does look very beautiful and I do laugh at the people who look like ants scurrying about. I have decided; I will stay here. This is my home.
C. Ugh! I missed my train again, and I will now be late for work. My boss told me that if I was late one more time I would be in his office. The train is my enemy, or maybe I am just my own. Either way, I am very angry about this. I got up an hour early this morning, only to get caught in a traffic jam. When I tried to take a detour, I got lost. So now, I have arrived here five minutes beyond the departing time. Just in time to watch this wretched train leave me behind. I have just about had it. I walk to the train master to see when the next train leaves. That is when I discovered that the last train was my train, so now unfortunately I have to drive, and gas in now 5 dollars a gallon. That very evil train.
A. Ahhh, an old wooden chair. My legs feel like cold spaghetti and I am finally able to rest them. To anyone else it may look uncomfortable, but to me it is a safe haven. I feel like a poor beggar woman finding a gold mine, or a scientist making a break through discovery. I can now finally rest them. As I sit on the chair, I feel the blood begin to race to my legs, for they were numb from walking so long. I have a tingling sensation through out my body, and I can finally relax here. As I rock back and forth, I begin to close my eyes. What a wonderful chair to give such a tired person a place to rest. I have been walking for many a miles out in the hot summer. Now, this chair gives refuge to my useless legs. They ache of true pain, and I do not feel as though I will ever be able to move again.
B. I am about as hungry as any living creature could get. I am a termite looking for food, and I have not been able to find any old dried out wood for weeks. This spring has been truly plentiful for the humans, bringing lots of rain and water. Though to me, this means a low source of food. Even in the forest where it is usually very plentiful, it is very scarce and my colony is beginning to starve. But what is this? An old dried out rocking chair. Food at last! Now I will be able to feed my colony. As I climb on to it, I can smell the old pine scent and I take it in with every breath. I found a good old spot on the middle of the seat and begin to eat this precious meal, for I do not know how long it will be before I am given another. I call my colony, and within minutes it is a full blown feast. To who this chair belongs I do not know, but after we are all finished all that will remain will be a small pile of sawdust. We are now fed, and I know I can last for a couple more weeks until I have another lucky find.
C. What an exquisite chair! This old antique is just what I have been looking for. It even belongs to the Val Kill collection. The Val Kill collection is a collection of old furniture that once belonged to Eleanor Roosevelt. It is an old pine chair, made out of the wood from the now nonexistent Brooklyn forest. I hear it was passed down through a family that originated in the late 1900’s. I am pleased to find such an amazing chair in such magnificent condition. The wood is still hard, and has not become soft from decay. And it still has a very glossy dark pine look to it. If you smell very carefully, you can still smell the scent of the pine forest, almost as though you are in it. I know that this chair is worth thousands now, and I will be lucky to get this cheap. The question is, does the owner know of its value? No matter the price, I am determined to have it. This truly is a remarkable chair.
A highway
A. As I roll on this hot pavement, I feel many different textures. I feel someone’s old cigarette on the road, a piece of gum thrown out the window, and many more feelings that I could never describe. As I look ahead at the highway, I feel excitement. To me, a highway is a large race course which my other 3 brothers and I work together to go the fastest. Our driver is destined to get to work quickly, and now the highway becomes a track. As I feel him push the gas peddle ever so slightly, I know that it is time to rev up. He is speeding up to 70 miles per hour and I help him to zoom by the other cars. I do not want to fail him. Thank goodness for the highway. I get to reach my top speeds and race other cars, and I get the gratitude of beating them, so my owner is happy with me. I love the daily drives on the highway.
B. As I fly along about the giant serpent below me, I watch the many little, moving, and shiny things on top of them. I wonder what they are, and as I move downwards below them I see what looks like little aliens inside. This mysterious serpent winds and bends a many far ways taking aliens to a “city.” It is a jet black serpent and it is very wide. I fly above it every day to see the many things that happen on it. Almost every day I see those little moving objects bump in to each other and block the others from moving. Then a flashing object appears very quickly which makes very loud noises and takes the aliens away. I find this very peculiar but either way I respect the giant serpent, because it has powers much stronger then mine, so I keep my distance and watch it from above.
C. Finally I see the highway! I am overjoyed, for I have been lost for many days and nights. I was on my flight to Chicago so that I could see my daughter for her birthday when I lost contact with the radio control center. I have been lost for a very many days, in which I was not able to have contact with anyone, so I was forced to try to navigate my way, only to find that I could not. After flying over a long ways of water, I found myself over a large area of forest which lasted for about three days. I have been lost for four, and now I have finally seen civilization. This highway looks extremely busy which means that it must be a big city. I have no idea where I am now, but I do find comfort in seeing this highway so I may follow it. Now, my only problem will be finding a landing strip, and finding out where I am.
A train station
A. I am now home! I am very thirsty and I have been running out of power. My coal supply ran low early in to my trip. My train number is 4589 and I am arriving just on time to NYC. I set off from Charleston, North Carolina last night at about 6:00 pm, and I saw problems early on my trip. My coal ran low, and I did not have very much oil to keep me hydrated. I am happy now though, to be able to see my temporary home. I can get rested and fed so that I am ready to take my journey tomorrow after they fix my pipe line that broke around Virginia. As I pull in, many people are happy to see me. Some cry with joy, as other little children bounce up and down. I unload my passengers and their entire luggage and I am placed in to a holding facility where I am able to sleep. I am very relaxed and happy, but I am a little homesick from Charleston. I can not wait until tomorrow when I am able to return home, but this is a very good refuge until then.
B. I am starting to get agitated with this station, it is very noisy because there are always trains coming and going. The worst part is though; the area is very much polluted. These trains emit a lot of black smoke from their tunnels and it makes it hard for me to breath. I am also trying to raise my ducklings, and although the eves make a very nice place for my nest, a lot of little people try to knock it down, which is not very safe for my family. As I look down upon this station, I wonder whether or not I should remain there. It does look very beautiful and I do laugh at the people who look like ants scurrying about. I have decided; I will stay here. This is my home.
C. Ugh! I missed my train again, and I will now be late for work. My boss told me that if I was late one more time I would be in his office. The train is my enemy, or maybe I am just my own. Either way, I am very angry about this. I got up an hour early this morning, only to get caught in a traffic jam. When I tried to take a detour, I got lost. So now, I have arrived here five minutes beyond the departing time. Just in time to watch this wretched train leave me behind. I have just about had it. I walk to the train master to see when the next train leaves. That is when I discovered that the last train was my train, so now unfortunately I have to drive, and gas in now 5 dollars a gallon. That very evil train.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Blue October.
Music to me is a way of expression that runs deeper then just words. It is how you feel at any given moment, and the ability to express that. Music is the window to my soul. The band that I think is the best is Blue October. Blue October is a band that is very creative, uses amazing comparisons and emotional lyrics, and has a unique sound that I have never heard duplicated. I love their music, because they are my outlets of expression.
Blue October is a very creative band. From the way they dress, to the emotions they portray, they are something that is out of the ordinary. The band consists of four musicians, and unlike many they have a unique instrument that you wouldn’t expect in rock music, a violinist. The violinist is a very crucial instrument in all of Blue October’s music. It expresses much emotion and softens the hard lyrics that are pelted at you. Also, the creative songs are not just words written to become famous, they are diary entries. The lyrics written for most of their songs were actually Justin Furstenfeld’s diary entrees, the lead front man and song writer. That is something that you don’t hear of everyday, and that is why I find Blue October to be so compelling.
Along with its innovative creativity, the emotional lyrics and metaphors that you encounter in their music are extraordinary. In the song “into the ocean,” many of the descriptive expressions come from deep within the soul. For example, “I'm sinking to the bottom of my everything that freaks me out.” It is such a meaningful line that describes a deep, dark time within your life. Think about everything that has ever scared or unnerved you, and imagine it piling up on you, feeling as though you were suffocating. That is an emotion that is painful, yet can shed light in time of despair. These are words that speak to me and I feel as though Blue October understands what I am going through, even when no one else does.
This band has a sound that I have never heard before. The songs are an emotional vortex, which pull you in stronger then imaginable. The singer has such an incredible voice that I have never heard before. When you hear him sing, he is not just singing, he is crying out and pouring his emotions into the music, making you feel as though you understand his pain. The band behind him with all its unique instruments is a show in its own. They are skillfully played and accentuate the music very well, which makes Blue October’s music a crowd favorite, and easy to fall in love with.
I believe blue October to be the most amazing band ever to exist. Their emotions are shared within me, and I feel as thought they are my friends. I am inspired by the music they create and I am led by the individuality they portray. I adore how you can see the confidence radiantly shining off of them, and their passion for what they do shows within their work. Without Blue October, I would be lost, for they are my guidance.
Blue October is a very creative band. From the way they dress, to the emotions they portray, they are something that is out of the ordinary. The band consists of four musicians, and unlike many they have a unique instrument that you wouldn’t expect in rock music, a violinist. The violinist is a very crucial instrument in all of Blue October’s music. It expresses much emotion and softens the hard lyrics that are pelted at you. Also, the creative songs are not just words written to become famous, they are diary entries. The lyrics written for most of their songs were actually Justin Furstenfeld’s diary entrees, the lead front man and song writer. That is something that you don’t hear of everyday, and that is why I find Blue October to be so compelling.
Along with its innovative creativity, the emotional lyrics and metaphors that you encounter in their music are extraordinary. In the song “into the ocean,” many of the descriptive expressions come from deep within the soul. For example, “I'm sinking to the bottom of my everything that freaks me out.” It is such a meaningful line that describes a deep, dark time within your life. Think about everything that has ever scared or unnerved you, and imagine it piling up on you, feeling as though you were suffocating. That is an emotion that is painful, yet can shed light in time of despair. These are words that speak to me and I feel as though Blue October understands what I am going through, even when no one else does.
This band has a sound that I have never heard before. The songs are an emotional vortex, which pull you in stronger then imaginable. The singer has such an incredible voice that I have never heard before. When you hear him sing, he is not just singing, he is crying out and pouring his emotions into the music, making you feel as though you understand his pain. The band behind him with all its unique instruments is a show in its own. They are skillfully played and accentuate the music very well, which makes Blue October’s music a crowd favorite, and easy to fall in love with.
I believe blue October to be the most amazing band ever to exist. Their emotions are shared within me, and I feel as thought they are my friends. I am inspired by the music they create and I am led by the individuality they portray. I adore how you can see the confidence radiantly shining off of them, and their passion for what they do shows within their work. Without Blue October, I would be lost, for they are my guidance.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
First period Calculus
Goats, sheep, and chickens belong on the farm, not in the middle of 1st period calculus. It was another boring Tuesday, and I could not believe that I had to take yet another test.
“I hate calculus.” I thought to myself.
I was not looking forward the chapter 11 test, because of course; I was not good at math, and calculus was not the easiest class. But being a senior, I had no choice but to take it. Fortunately, I had a little bit of incite on this subject. My older brother was tutoring me now and then over the internet, and lucky for me, he was online last night.
“Bryan, you HAVE to help me. I have my chapter 11 calculus test tomorrow, and I have NO clue what to do. I don’t even sleep in class and I am more lost then any other student…that does sleep.”
Of course he laughed at this. He had no pity, because I had grown up being the “genius” of the family. I had no clue how, but apparently I was supposed to be really good at math. In 7th grade I took honors algebra, and by 9th grade I was on to algebra 2 honors, and pre-calculus. Unfortunately, this class was not as easy as I thought it would be, and I was slipping…miserably.
So as it turned out, my brother decided to take a little sympathy and tutored me, we got through the whole chapter.
I walked in to my classroom expecting to see the usual. Every desk filled except mine, in the very back left-hand corner. On every desk sat a white packet of papers, and on the board in big bold letters it read “TEST TODAY. SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP,” but surprisingly, today was not the usual set up. I walked in to find four goats, three sheep, and six chickens. Everyone was aghast and no one knew what was going on, except three bulky seniors that were hovering in the doorway, laughing hysterically. That is when Ashley walked in.
Ashley was one of the popular kids of our school. She was beautiful, smart, and was captain of the cheerleading squad. Her family owned a big 30 acre farm on the outskirts of town, and she drove to school in her jet black Mercedes Benz. When she walks in the room, the world stops; today when she walked in the room, all hell broke loose.
“MOCHA, JEWEL, ABBY, MINNIE! What are my goats doing in here? Oh my, are those my sheep and chickens? Who did this??? I want answers NOW.”
Everyone was silent. No one knew who had pulled this prank. We have known that someone would pull a senior prank, but no one knew when and who. Now, Ashley was not happy, and everyone wanted to know who had it out for her, enough to kidnap her farm animals.
Apparently, Ashley knew.
“Derrick Jacobs. I know he did this. Where is that boy? I’m going to kill him,” Ashley screamed.
Just then, one of the bulky men standing in the doorway walked over to her.
“You asked for me?” The smug look on his face said it all and Ashley was not amused.
“What is your problem? I break up with you for cheating on me and you put my goats in my calculus class? How mature is that? I want you dealt with as harshly and possible.”
“You didn’t think I was going to let someone else pull the big senior prank did I? Come on, you know me better then that Ash. It just helped a little that I had someone break my heart a week before my plan was to take action.”
“Is that what you call a broken heart? Well maybe you shouldn’t have kissed her, IN MY HOUSE. I don’t feel one bit sorry for you. I hate you”
The look on his face turned from enjoyment and confidence, to pure anguish, and everyone knew her words had cut open his heart, but just as he was about to open his mouth to object, in walked Mr. Bugle and Mrs. Jiffry.
“Mr. Jacobs. I have heard everything, and your confession truly saves us a lot of work. Off we go to my office; you will not be getting away with this one,” Boomed Mr. Bugle, as Derrick shuffled out of the room.
“What am I supposed to do with these animals?” Mrs. Jiffry had a look of pure disgust on her face.
“I’ll call my father to get them picked up. He can bring the trailer.”
After Ashley left the room, Hysterics erupted from the classroom. The people gathered in the hall began to disperse giggling to themselves, and our class began to get seated. I could not wash the giant smile off my face and I thought nothing could, because I knew we would not have our test.
Just then I heard “Take out a number two pencil and begin your chapter 11 test,” and I was proved wrong; the smile was gone.
“I hate calculus.” I thought to myself.
I was not looking forward the chapter 11 test, because of course; I was not good at math, and calculus was not the easiest class. But being a senior, I had no choice but to take it. Fortunately, I had a little bit of incite on this subject. My older brother was tutoring me now and then over the internet, and lucky for me, he was online last night.
“Bryan, you HAVE to help me. I have my chapter 11 calculus test tomorrow, and I have NO clue what to do. I don’t even sleep in class and I am more lost then any other student…that does sleep.”
Of course he laughed at this. He had no pity, because I had grown up being the “genius” of the family. I had no clue how, but apparently I was supposed to be really good at math. In 7th grade I took honors algebra, and by 9th grade I was on to algebra 2 honors, and pre-calculus. Unfortunately, this class was not as easy as I thought it would be, and I was slipping…miserably.
So as it turned out, my brother decided to take a little sympathy and tutored me, we got through the whole chapter.
I walked in to my classroom expecting to see the usual. Every desk filled except mine, in the very back left-hand corner. On every desk sat a white packet of papers, and on the board in big bold letters it read “TEST TODAY. SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP,” but surprisingly, today was not the usual set up. I walked in to find four goats, three sheep, and six chickens. Everyone was aghast and no one knew what was going on, except three bulky seniors that were hovering in the doorway, laughing hysterically. That is when Ashley walked in.
Ashley was one of the popular kids of our school. She was beautiful, smart, and was captain of the cheerleading squad. Her family owned a big 30 acre farm on the outskirts of town, and she drove to school in her jet black Mercedes Benz. When she walks in the room, the world stops; today when she walked in the room, all hell broke loose.
“MOCHA, JEWEL, ABBY, MINNIE! What are my goats doing in here? Oh my, are those my sheep and chickens? Who did this??? I want answers NOW.”
Everyone was silent. No one knew who had pulled this prank. We have known that someone would pull a senior prank, but no one knew when and who. Now, Ashley was not happy, and everyone wanted to know who had it out for her, enough to kidnap her farm animals.
Apparently, Ashley knew.
“Derrick Jacobs. I know he did this. Where is that boy? I’m going to kill him,” Ashley screamed.
Just then, one of the bulky men standing in the doorway walked over to her.
“You asked for me?” The smug look on his face said it all and Ashley was not amused.
“What is your problem? I break up with you for cheating on me and you put my goats in my calculus class? How mature is that? I want you dealt with as harshly and possible.”
“You didn’t think I was going to let someone else pull the big senior prank did I? Come on, you know me better then that Ash. It just helped a little that I had someone break my heart a week before my plan was to take action.”
“Is that what you call a broken heart? Well maybe you shouldn’t have kissed her, IN MY HOUSE. I don’t feel one bit sorry for you. I hate you”
The look on his face turned from enjoyment and confidence, to pure anguish, and everyone knew her words had cut open his heart, but just as he was about to open his mouth to object, in walked Mr. Bugle and Mrs. Jiffry.
“Mr. Jacobs. I have heard everything, and your confession truly saves us a lot of work. Off we go to my office; you will not be getting away with this one,” Boomed Mr. Bugle, as Derrick shuffled out of the room.
“What am I supposed to do with these animals?” Mrs. Jiffry had a look of pure disgust on her face.
“I’ll call my father to get them picked up. He can bring the trailer.”
After Ashley left the room, Hysterics erupted from the classroom. The people gathered in the hall began to disperse giggling to themselves, and our class began to get seated. I could not wash the giant smile off my face and I thought nothing could, because I knew we would not have our test.
Just then I heard “Take out a number two pencil and begin your chapter 11 test,” and I was proved wrong; the smile was gone.
Friday, September 14, 2007
The aliens have landed!
Aliens have landed on Earth, and it is my responsibility to convince them whether or not to spare us, or to slaughter us. I believe that the aliens should spare us, because we are a very intelligent species.
The aliens should work together with us, to create an alliance which could be very useful in the future. What if there was to be another race of creatures? Another race of creatures, that was even more powerful and wanted to wipe out both species, alien and human. If we had an alliance, we would be able to work together to defeat the enemy, and save both life forms.
The aliens should also trust that we will work together peacefully, because of the bonds we have created with our animals on Earth. We have taken our differences and created a bond, and a language in which is special to us. This vary well may be done with the aliens, which could help both species to learn even more, and to expand our knowledge. Humans are very smart creatures. We have advanced from cavemen, to people with masses of new technology that we could share with the aliens. Because we are so different, there is a lot we could show each other, such as survival skills, technology, talents, and much more, that could help us to exist among each other peacefully.
Humans also have not bothered the aliens at all! Therefore, it would be very rude and unjustified of them to wipe out our whole planet. If we were to land on their planet, we would definitely not wipe out their species and all of the work they put in to creating it. All of the work we put in to our planet should not be ruined, because it is very beneficial to learn from. We have learned a lot from our surroundings; there fore our discoveries could be very helpful in the future to creatures from any planet.
I believe the aliens should spare us humans, because we have a lot to offer to their species. If they spare us, we could have a new unbelievable story to share with everyone, one that is out of this world. It would be a new bond and alliance between two strangers that could last through everything. This sparing of humans would be a future, and a story of new friends. It would also be a new and exciting story of trust and of the newly discovered unknown. So please aliens, spare us. You never know what may come out of this kindly act.
The aliens should work together with us, to create an alliance which could be very useful in the future. What if there was to be another race of creatures? Another race of creatures, that was even more powerful and wanted to wipe out both species, alien and human. If we had an alliance, we would be able to work together to defeat the enemy, and save both life forms.
The aliens should also trust that we will work together peacefully, because of the bonds we have created with our animals on Earth. We have taken our differences and created a bond, and a language in which is special to us. This vary well may be done with the aliens, which could help both species to learn even more, and to expand our knowledge. Humans are very smart creatures. We have advanced from cavemen, to people with masses of new technology that we could share with the aliens. Because we are so different, there is a lot we could show each other, such as survival skills, technology, talents, and much more, that could help us to exist among each other peacefully.
Humans also have not bothered the aliens at all! Therefore, it would be very rude and unjustified of them to wipe out our whole planet. If we were to land on their planet, we would definitely not wipe out their species and all of the work they put in to creating it. All of the work we put in to our planet should not be ruined, because it is very beneficial to learn from. We have learned a lot from our surroundings; there fore our discoveries could be very helpful in the future to creatures from any planet.
I believe the aliens should spare us humans, because we have a lot to offer to their species. If they spare us, we could have a new unbelievable story to share with everyone, one that is out of this world. It would be a new bond and alliance between two strangers that could last through everything. This sparing of humans would be a future, and a story of new friends. It would also be a new and exciting story of trust and of the newly discovered unknown. So please aliens, spare us. You never know what may come out of this kindly act.
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