Stephanie
574
New York
V2A 234
December 13th 2011
Dear Santa,
you've probably been checking up on me, so im sure you know that i've been very kind this year. I haven't done too much this year. I've just been hanging out with my bestfriend a lot and relaxing at home. I will let you know that i don't want much for christmas this year. To be honest there's only one thing that i truely want .. and maybe one other little thing, but thats it i swear!
Basically i'd really enjoy taking a trip somewhere. I've never really been out of the Okanagan and i'd love to go somewhere. Paris would be cool, or maybe California because of all the great weather. I would really enjoy that. Also i have always enjoyed swimming so maybe you could get me a pair of goggles.
HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS SANTA
PEACE.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Dead Poet Society
Do you let people tell you how to live your life? Or do you tell them how you're going to live it? The movie Dead Poet Society discusses a number of themes and lessons that Mr Keating is trying to teach the boys.
Neil Perry, a senior student has always done what his father has told him to do and never questioned it. His father has his own idea for Neils future and is set on it. Though Neil wants nothing to do with it, but he is not able to stand up to his father and tell him how he really feels. Mr Keating tries to speak to Neil about telling his father the truth but Neil takes a different approach. He makes the decision to take the easy way out, and takes his own life. However, if Neil had listened to Mr.Keating's advice things possibly could have turned out differently.
Furthermore, we meet Knox Overstreet. A boy hopelessly in love with Chris, a girl who attends a public school in town. Unfortunately for Knox, Chris has a boyfriend making her unavailable. Though this doesn't stop Knox from feeling the way he does. A phrase from Mr.Keating "Carpe Diem" meaning seize the day, helps Knox get over his fear of rejection. He is able to tell Chris how he feels about her, which in the end gets him the girl.
Finally we meet Todd Anderson. A socially awkward boy who is afraid of expressing his feelings. When in class one day, Mr Keating assigns the boys a job of writing a poem of their own creation and explains that they must present to the class the next day. For Todd this is social suicide. He becomes very stressed and anxious for the presentation. When Todd's turn comes he tells Mr Keating that he has nothing prepared for the class, so Mr Keating being the supportive man that he is, takes things into his own hands. He forces Todd to the front of the class and tells him to close his eyes. He helps Todd to speak a poem and helps him build up the courage to do it alone. He is able to get over his fear and has the courage to do things that he couldn't before.
All in all, these boys all had problems that they couldn't face, and with the help of Mr Keating they were able to rid themselves of these problems and were built up with courage and a high self eteem.
Neil Perry, a senior student has always done what his father has told him to do and never questioned it. His father has his own idea for Neils future and is set on it. Though Neil wants nothing to do with it, but he is not able to stand up to his father and tell him how he really feels. Mr Keating tries to speak to Neil about telling his father the truth but Neil takes a different approach. He makes the decision to take the easy way out, and takes his own life. However, if Neil had listened to Mr.Keating's advice things possibly could have turned out differently.
Furthermore, we meet Knox Overstreet. A boy hopelessly in love with Chris, a girl who attends a public school in town. Unfortunately for Knox, Chris has a boyfriend making her unavailable. Though this doesn't stop Knox from feeling the way he does. A phrase from Mr.Keating "Carpe Diem" meaning seize the day, helps Knox get over his fear of rejection. He is able to tell Chris how he feels about her, which in the end gets him the girl.
Finally we meet Todd Anderson. A socially awkward boy who is afraid of expressing his feelings. When in class one day, Mr Keating assigns the boys a job of writing a poem of their own creation and explains that they must present to the class the next day. For Todd this is social suicide. He becomes very stressed and anxious for the presentation. When Todd's turn comes he tells Mr Keating that he has nothing prepared for the class, so Mr Keating being the supportive man that he is, takes things into his own hands. He forces Todd to the front of the class and tells him to close his eyes. He helps Todd to speak a poem and helps him build up the courage to do it alone. He is able to get over his fear and has the courage to do things that he couldn't before.
All in all, these boys all had problems that they couldn't face, and with the help of Mr Keating they were able to rid themselves of these problems and were built up with courage and a high self eteem.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Aging By Michelle Disser
"Aging" by Michelle Disser explains how age can define us, and can quickly come upon
us whether we like it or not. Disser says that "age is like a panther stalking
[us]". It is with us every second of every day, and is always happening. It's like
when kids say they can't wait to grow up. At "first [they] consider [themselves]
lucky to see the large cat", and they are excited to be growing up and becoming an
adult. But then "it starts coming to quickly" and they resent the fact that they
wanted to grow up so fast. They are now staring into the mirror at something they
weren't ready for. They "wish it to stop, to retreat", but there is nothing they can
do about it, because it's the cirlce of life. They have birthdays, They get older
and when "it pounces" we have no choice but to let it be.
us whether we like it or not. Disser says that "age is like a panther stalking
[us]". It is with us every second of every day, and is always happening. It's like
when kids say they can't wait to grow up. At "first [they] consider [themselves]
lucky to see the large cat", and they are excited to be growing up and becoming an
adult. But then "it starts coming to quickly" and they resent the fact that they
wanted to grow up so fast. They are now staring into the mirror at something they
weren't ready for. They "wish it to stop, to retreat", but there is nothing they can
do about it, because it's the cirlce of life. They have birthdays, They get older
and when "it pounces" we have no choice but to let it be.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Artlover is Saved
Alex Kanke
114 Mcpherson Crescent
Penticton, B.C.
V2A 2n8
November 10th, 2011
Constable Pierre Catchacrook
Chief of Police
123 Crime Road Paris, France
If i have to make a life or death decision, i would take the initiative and save Ada Artlover. Now i know that you are probably thinking "why?". I'll tell you why. I would save her, because she is a living part of this planet. She is something that breathes and moves. The Mona Lisa is just a painting that could easily be redone. I know that it is a part of history and everything, but it just doesn't cut it. The Mona Lisa is nothing special, it never made a special impact on the world and never made a difference in anyone's lives. Lets change the story. You are now Ada Artlover, and someone has to either pick you, or the painting. Obviously you would want that person to choose to save you from the burning fire, wouldn't you? I know you would want that. Every single person would want to be saved. They would want to be saved so they can have the chance to see their families, and their loved ones. That's something that Ada Artlover wants. The creation of a painting takes a mere amount of time, and is basically priceless, but the creation of a human life, is more than anyone person can afford. Long live Ada.
114 Mcpherson Crescent
Penticton, B.C.
V2A 2n8
November 10th, 2011
Constable Pierre Catchacrook
Chief of Police
123 Crime Road Paris, France
If i have to make a life or death decision, i would take the initiative and save Ada Artlover. Now i know that you are probably thinking "why?". I'll tell you why. I would save her, because she is a living part of this planet. She is something that breathes and moves. The Mona Lisa is just a painting that could easily be redone. I know that it is a part of history and everything, but it just doesn't cut it. The Mona Lisa is nothing special, it never made a special impact on the world and never made a difference in anyone's lives. Lets change the story. You are now Ada Artlover, and someone has to either pick you, or the painting. Obviously you would want that person to choose to save you from the burning fire, wouldn't you? I know you would want that. Every single person would want to be saved. They would want to be saved so they can have the chance to see their families, and their loved ones. That's something that Ada Artlover wants. The creation of a painting takes a mere amount of time, and is basically priceless, but the creation of a human life, is more than anyone person can afford. Long live Ada.
Friday, September 30, 2011
In and Out of Wonderland
After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury over the Melton Bridge, Walter Mitty, sitting in the passenger seat of their beat up Chevrolet, noticed a beautiful young woman on the side of the bridge screaming at the top of her lungs. He motioned for his wife to pull over to see what all the fuss was about. Bottom line, something was rubbing him the wrong way. Where the woman was standing, the guard rails were smashed, leaving a huge gap. "Heaven help us" the woman said. "My husband, he's driven our car into the lake!" Walter Mitty found it hard to swallow. "W-what?" said Walter Mitty. "For crying out loud!" "Just help me" said the woman. Walter Mitty, deciding to bite the bullet went off and running towards the hill that lead down to the lake where the car was.
Running like there was no tomorrow, Walter Mitty reached the bottom of the lake in seconds. He jumped in with both feet and swam as fast as he could to the nearly submerged vehicle. Diving under, he searched for car door handle. Finding it, he felt around for the window. As his fingers slid across the glassy surface he backed up, and kicked with his feet. Feeling the glass shatter beneath his feet, he entered the car and saw the woman's husband. Feeling sick as a dog, from the sight, Walter decided to surface for air.
Time was running out he needed to get the man out, but didn't want to come up empty handed and let that poor woman down. He dove down once more and went straight into the car. He reached the man and unbuckled his seat belt. He wrapped his arms around the man and pulled. He
Friday, September 23, 2011
Keep Me or Kill Me
Alex Kanke
114 McPherson Crescent
v2a 2n8
Captain Vancamp
114 McPherson Crescent
v2a 2n8
Captain Vancamp
Commander
HMS Princess Margaret
Its has been an honour serving with you, and I know that you must be going through a great deal right now with having to rid 15 of your crew members. It is a very difficult decision, and I wish that you wouldn't have to do such a thing. It is very unfortunate that we have come to this, but you need to know that I'm important. That keeping me around will bring benefits down the road. Let me just say, that each and everyone of the crew members are important and deserve to live, but me, I need to. As you know I carry around the disease of diabetes with me. I have for 12 years now. It's difficult, and hard to control sometimes, and I often don't do a very good job of it. You'd think that it would be fairly easy to control too right? No. It's not. It may be easy for some people, but for others such as myself, it's like mission impossible. I constantly have to check my blood sugars, and watch what I eat and so many other things. I want desperately to have control and live a healthy life, but even when I put in my best effort it's just never enough.
Now, when I'm feeling upset or angry at myself for not taking care of my body, I also think about all of the other kids all over the world that are feeling the same emotions that I am. It makes me want to speak to them, to reach out to them and tell them that it will all be all right. That we can work together, get better, feel better and live better.
Something I would like to accomplish in the future is helping kids and teens handle the burden of diabetes. I want to help them take better care of themselves and warn them of the dangers of what will happen if they do not. Now I know that its all up to you whether I live or not, but please think of the kids out there. Hell think of me. I can help. So let me.
Sincerely,
Alex Kanke
Thursday, September 8, 2011
fly forward, or fall back
INTRO:
Fly forward 50 years from now, and enter a world of complete and utter distortion. Say goodbye to the continents of the 21st century, and introduce yourself to the 8 mazes that now make up the planet that is no longer called Earth, but The Spine. Here you will find yourself fighting to survive, and constantly on the hunt for food. You may find yourself alone when you wake up, or you may be accompanied by others. Either way you must find the solution to the maze. Do so, and find yourself back home in one piece, fail and find yourself stuck in the maze forever, left to the creatures that live deep in the heart of the maze.
Her eyes flutter open, and shes surrounded by cold darkness, and stale dusty air. She gropes around for anything familiar but there is nothing. Nothing but the four walls, dented and rusting. She places her bruised, bloody hands on the cool metal and pushes. Nothing. Nothing but the sounds of metal scraping against metal. Then she notices a stream of light, though its not warm or yellow like the sun. Its a dark red, the color that runs through the veins of humans, helping power the heart that hides beneath the cage of ribs, beating. Slowly that sliver of light becomes bigger and bigger, revealing a light that shines down on her bruised face. As she stands, she notices she is surrounded by huge green walls, with vines thick as tires on trucks. She steps out into the open area, scanning for signs of any other human life. Only after seconds of stepping out of the rusty metal box does she realize how cold she is. Her teeth are chattering as loud as fingers running across a keyboard, and she can see her breath in front of her, like smoke billowing up from around a crackling camp fire. She is frozen in place, wearing only a small t-shirt, stained with old, dry blood and dirt, and a pair of jeans with giant rips in the knees. Her hair, normally blond, is covered in dirt, as if she were buried underground, and she has broken twigs, and leaves sticking out from all directions. She can smell smoke, hear murmurs, but which direction is it coming from? Its like she has stopped in the middle of an intersection. She decides to follow her nose and go in the direction she thinks the smoke is coming from. As she walks she drags her hand along the ginormous forest green walls towering over her. The walls are surprisingly warm, and have a slightly rough surface, like dry old leaves you would find in a book after a long time of being preserved.
As she walks farther and farther away from the metal box, she can feel uncertainty creep up on her, can taste the blood in her mouth from biting the insides of her cheeks out of fear. Though as she walks she notices small huts coming into view, getting closer and closer with each step. She is able to see inside the small windows of the huts, but all they contain are furniture. She decides to keep walking, and as she does the sound of murmurs is back again. Its not loud, more the volume of a tv turned down low.
Continuing on, the maze suddenly takes a sharp left turn, bringing on the smell of smoke. Though this time its strong, entering her nose like a cologne thats been sprayed on to thick.
As she comes to the end of the stretch, she can see a small campfire just 20 feet from her, and just beyond that, and line of trees. Though inside the trees is something she didn't expect to see, something she thought she would never come in contact with again.
Humans.
Fly forward 50 years from now, and enter a world of complete and utter distortion. Say goodbye to the continents of the 21st century, and introduce yourself to the 8 mazes that now make up the planet that is no longer called Earth, but The Spine. Here you will find yourself fighting to survive, and constantly on the hunt for food. You may find yourself alone when you wake up, or you may be accompanied by others. Either way you must find the solution to the maze. Do so, and find yourself back home in one piece, fail and find yourself stuck in the maze forever, left to the creatures that live deep in the heart of the maze.
Her eyes flutter open, and shes surrounded by cold darkness, and stale dusty air. She gropes around for anything familiar but there is nothing. Nothing but the four walls, dented and rusting. She places her bruised, bloody hands on the cool metal and pushes. Nothing. Nothing but the sounds of metal scraping against metal. Then she notices a stream of light, though its not warm or yellow like the sun. Its a dark red, the color that runs through the veins of humans, helping power the heart that hides beneath the cage of ribs, beating. Slowly that sliver of light becomes bigger and bigger, revealing a light that shines down on her bruised face. As she stands, she notices she is surrounded by huge green walls, with vines thick as tires on trucks. She steps out into the open area, scanning for signs of any other human life. Only after seconds of stepping out of the rusty metal box does she realize how cold she is. Her teeth are chattering as loud as fingers running across a keyboard, and she can see her breath in front of her, like smoke billowing up from around a crackling camp fire. She is frozen in place, wearing only a small t-shirt, stained with old, dry blood and dirt, and a pair of jeans with giant rips in the knees. Her hair, normally blond, is covered in dirt, as if she were buried underground, and she has broken twigs, and leaves sticking out from all directions. She can smell smoke, hear murmurs, but which direction is it coming from? Its like she has stopped in the middle of an intersection. She decides to follow her nose and go in the direction she thinks the smoke is coming from. As she walks she drags her hand along the ginormous forest green walls towering over her. The walls are surprisingly warm, and have a slightly rough surface, like dry old leaves you would find in a book after a long time of being preserved.
As she walks farther and farther away from the metal box, she can feel uncertainty creep up on her, can taste the blood in her mouth from biting the insides of her cheeks out of fear. Though as she walks she notices small huts coming into view, getting closer and closer with each step. She is able to see inside the small windows of the huts, but all they contain are furniture. She decides to keep walking, and as she does the sound of murmurs is back again. Its not loud, more the volume of a tv turned down low.
Continuing on, the maze suddenly takes a sharp left turn, bringing on the smell of smoke. Though this time its strong, entering her nose like a cologne thats been sprayed on to thick.
As she comes to the end of the stretch, she can see a small campfire just 20 feet from her, and just beyond that, and line of trees. Though inside the trees is something she didn't expect to see, something she thought she would never come in contact with again.
Humans.
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