Recess to the max.

One May moist day, back in the days of elementary, class was letting out for recess. The loud high-pitched voices of little children rummaging out the doors to hopscotch and first come first serve soccer balls. I was part of the last bunch out, along with my friends; Hannah, Drew, and Lucie. We made our way slowly and taking our sweet time to the track around the playground to start walking and gossip about totally useless things.
“My guess is Hunter only acts that way just to get attention from you.” Says Lucie. “I think he is just shy.” Hannah debates. “Well Drew, don’t take it too seriously,” I told her,” He still is a good friend.” As Drew shakes her head in agreement she kicks an acorn down the path and puts her hands in her shorts pockets, “you’re right.” When she looks up to add another comment another acorn comes straight down onto the top of her head from the tree above. “Ow!” She cried, “What was that?” She rubs her head and looks to the underdeveloped seed. “That acorn doesn’t like you very much.” Lucie laughed. “How could that have fallen off the tree, it’s so small and it’s not even brown yet?” Hannah asked to no one in particular.
Drew picked it up and threw it to the side. Just then, three more acorns fell and one onto my jacket sleeve. I pinched it between my fingers to take a look, and I saw claw marks down the side. With a puzzled look I glanced up at my friends. A drizzle of acorns were now falling from the old tree and a state of panic was starting from Hannah and the others. We ran to duck and cover to the monkey bars, with acorns flying at our heads.
Once we reached safety, or so we thought, Hannah breathed “What’s going on?” I searched for an answer just as Drew pointed to the top of the tree, “Look!” We all glanced and saw squirrels running around the branches chucking acorns in our direction. “Are those squirrels?” I emphasized. Hannah replied, “Yeah and they are trying to kill us with acorns, what did we ever do to them?”
Then the attack stopped, the thumping of amo hitting the ground went silent, and the little rats stood still. One squirrel started its way down the tree and about seven feet away from us stood his ground. We looked at each other with confusion and the same thought in our heads, what will happen next? The animal cleared his throat, “Pardon me, but did you say, ‘What did you ever do to us?’” Our mouths hit the ground. “Did it just talk?” Lucie asked. “Yes,” It replied, “I did. And I’m not an ‘it’, I am a him. My name is Chuck and you have destroyed our bait! That’s what you did to us!”
After a good full five minutes of Chuck explaining how the acorn Drew kicked before hand was a special flavored but poisoned acorn that Chuck and his clan of “Tree Huggers” were using to lure in the opposite squirrel clan of the Roosevelt park; “The nutcases”. They have been fighting for years over rights to the forest in the park, and this was supposed to be the Tree Huggers year. Feeling pity for the little animals, my friends and I discussed we would help them win the generational battle.
We supplied Chuck and his clan with little armor and weapons for a surprise ambush to their homes. They devised a plan to capture the other leader; Woody, and force him to surrender. “Thank you kind female humans, we owe you the gratitude of a thousand acorns.” He bowed to us. “No, no that’s okay; just let us know tomorrow how it went.” I said to him handing off the last of the walnut shell shields.
The bell rang, we went back inside. The sun set and rose again and once again, recess was let out. Today us four girls were the first to race to the playground and to the tree were yesterday we encountered our new friends. “Hello?” Hannah shouted. We waited impatiently, until finally we saw Chuck emerge into the sunlight. Our faces glowed with curiosity and excitement to find out how the battle went. He climbed down the tree and rested at our feet while we squatted down to hear the news. “How do you do ladies, I am guessing you want to hear what happened.” We shook our heads in agreement. “Well….we are now announced owners of the forest and forever shall be!” We all jumped up and down in happiness and screamed in joy. For the rest of recess we all sat around the big tree and listened to Chuck tell the tale of the historic battle.
After all of recess was over and the bell rang, we all stood up and looked at Chuck. “Will we see you again?” Lucie asked him. “Don’t worry dear friends,” He answered, “you will always see us around.” After the much needed reassurance we raced back into the school building happy as little school girls, well, we were little school girls but you get the point. So from that day on Hannah, Drew, Lucie and I always made sure to watch our step whenever there were acorns around. The end.

Haiti's angel; Bill Clinton

Bill Clinton is an international hero, while going to Haiti and helping them pull together and survive.

In one day, Bill Clinton, the former president, has raised $2.6 million dollars from 30,000 donors, not counting donations from text messages. That’s just proof of how he can work his magic to get people to listen and actually care for Haiti and go out of their way to save those miserable lives. The response he is giving to this tragedy and the effort he is putting into raising money is astonishing considering he isn’t president anymore, but he continues to make his mark in the world.

He is giving all the power he has to raise money for food, water, shelter, and first aid supplies for the poor people of Haiti hugely affected by this tragic act of god. “He has promised to hand deliver the cash donated for Haiti through his foundation.” Says Bill Clinton and Haiti from the UN DISPATCH. He is also being a huge leader in the Flash Appeal through the UN Central Emergency Response Fund, where they ask donor countries to contribute funds quickly to an emergency. Over and all, without Mr. Clinton, there is no picture of where Haiti would be right now-probably still in a panic and uproar-he has cared so much and people of the world recite “God bless Bill Clinton.”

In One Ear and Out the Other...

Over this semester coarse, Mr. Fielder has taught me many great things that I will actually use in life, unlike some of my other classes.


The first two to my list of five things is the movies we watched and my reactions to them.


1-Rabbit Proof Fence
When I was sitting, watching children being taken away from their families for just what color their skin is was a terrible thing to watch. But watching the little girls escape and find their way back, It was moving and inspiring, it makes me want to do something amazing just like them, and they were years younger than me when they ran away. It’s amazing how they survived out in the desert for how long they did.


2-The Power of One
In my opinion, The Power of One was much better then Rabbit Proof Fence because it was actually a story that was real, but very interesting at the same time. He was around the same age as us, and all of these things kept on happening to him because he was English during the WWII time period and no one at his school wanted anything to do with him. But then later in life he developed a loving care for the ones who were treated without respect at all just because they were African, and he wanted to go next to all odds, to break the law, and teach them what they should have a right to know.


The third thing on my list is going to be the wonderful time I had practicing margin noting.


3-Articles
From beginning to end, every week Matt Fielder found his way around to find our freshman class the most confusing articles to read and attempt to understand. He gave us articles on Iran, Iraq, China, Obama, and many more, and each time he gave us a new one, it was more and more challenging each time. But I guess you could credit that as a good thing, because now whenever I read something online or in the newspaper, I always ask myself questions about it or seem to be making comments that only Mr. Fielder students would understand.


Second to last, all those (not so) short stories we had.


4-Dirk the Protector
There are always those stories about the kids and the bullies and how the victims faced their fears or something like that, and we always seem to swoon and pity an “awh” for the happy ending. But this story was different, it was about a kid who wasn’t a nerd or geek, a normal kid with a buggy big boy who had nothing better to do with his life, but they way he faced his problem was he found a body guard…….well actually……..the body guard found him, a mean street dog. It was a facinating story. Had me thinking a lot, and I enjoyed it.....a lot.



Last thing, Paragraph responces.

5-Ethos and Pathos

I seemed to use pathos more, the emotional one, because I like to make up stories a lot, so I do it well. But I can also get everyones trust very fast also.

Where would I be?

When comparing the United States, Australia, Rwanda, and South Africa I would want to live in the United States.
If I was in America as a native during all of this, then I would just be forced out of my country and my life wouldn’t be in danger. Like for example, in Rwanda people were killing each other. In Australia people that lived got brutally forced off their lands. In South Africa depending on what color you were you were killed or moved. And mostly the people doing all of these terrible things in these different countries around the world were the Europeans.
Also I would want to be in America just in case I wasn’t forced off my land, I would have so much more freedom than any other country that I listed above. I would be able to have a say in government if I wanted to, even if I didn’t, it was still there for my taking as an option. And I have all my options of the kinds of rights; freedom of speech, the freedom of religion, freedom of the press, ect. You get where I’m going with this don’t you? All the laws in America that are only in America because it’s a free country, and it’s the country that everyone who lives in it loves.

Most of my information I recived from my dear friend Dan.

My oh so fat love.

Now most of the people reading this have a pet at home; dogs, cats, fish, or a bird. For the most part normal pets. I have a cat named Louie, he is a little over a year old, and I love him very much. But one thing you should know about my pet cat, is that he eats…… A LOT, way more than a normal cat should. Like I said before he is only a little over a year old, and he weighs almost 30 pounds now. He gains another four five pounds every week. I honestly think it’s getting a little out of control, I mean my family and I have tried to take some food away, or feed him diet food to minimize his consumption of food but whenever his bowl is not filled to the rim, he meows until the cows come home! And believe me it is not easy to ignore when he sits outside your door until you come out, and then when you do, runs in and out of your feet until you fall flat on your face, or trip down the stairs. He is very cute, and cuddly, and adorable, but oh what a pain in the neck he is! My dad gets so mad at him sometimes he throws him out of the house and he can only come back in when he’s gone. It’s upsetting but funny at the same time.

Another major factor about my cat is that he is very very stupid. Like, runs himself into walls stupid, sits in his water bowl stupid, and jumps on the corner of a glass table and makes it tip and shatter all over the floor stupid. My family has free entertainment night and day just watching my cat try and jump onto the couch, but fails because he’s so fat. There are many stories that I could tell you that made me just about pee my pants it was so funny, things that the dumb butt has done and very sweet and not so sweet memories I have with him. One bad thing about him is that he likes to mark his territory if you know what I mean, and it is always in the most public place or on a carpet. And of course I and my little sister are the ones to clean it up. Not my favorite thing in the world to do.

Rwandan Genocide Debate

Sitting forward with a stern look on my face, concentrating on listening to the debate going back and forth between Belgium and every other representative, or Romeo Dellaire to the USA or the UN, trying to catch all the details of who did what and who deserves to die.

My country was France, not a major role in the debate and not normally one that the finger was being pointed at. I was glad I wasn’t a take part in this because I would rather sit back and listen to what the others have to say. If I had to say something to defend myself…. Excuse me…. My country, I did and I did it with full confidence. In my eyes, the cause of this whole genocide is Belgium giving identity cards based on the things you own, creating the whole idea of who was better the Hutus or the Tutsis, and then leaving them when things started to get messy.

I believe that the Tutsis did shoot down Juvenal Habyarimanas plane, and the Hutus had a right to be mad. Yes, I also think they were brainwashed by the radios to kill or be killed, but after Juvenal died, who was encouraging them then?



Now the USA and the UN claim they didn’t do anything because they were scared and didn’t want to be embarrassed by their soldiers, and that’s their reason why they didn’t do anything. But yes I believe that the USA does not have to take part and rescue every world tragedy, but they could have at least put up posters, or made a comment or something to help a small percentage.

The American Scholar; Do we have names?

Emerson’s argument in “The American Scholar” that man would only be known as the job they do and that is still true today.
Emerson’s argument is still true today because it is right in front of our faces. Every morning if you wake up to watch the news and they are talking about a police case, the person giving the story will refer to the men and woman working on the case as “police men”, and they will usually only give the names of some of them if they did something heroic or they are the police chiefs or something like they and they are something meaningful to the case. They only recognize them as police not as people. In “The American Scholar” Emerson says, “In the degenerate state, when the victim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or still worse, the parrot of other men’s thinking.” And in my eyes what he means by that is once somebody goes into a certain field of profession, they can only think along the lines of what their job is.
I believe that we should change these thinking’s that is in society, a reason why is that my dad is the vice president of a steel tubing mill in Detroit, but on the side he is a race car driver. If I tell my friends or teachers that my dad is a race car driver, they only see him as a race car driver, not as a nice man or funny or anything, they just say, “Heathers dad is a race car driver.” And I think that shouldn’t just be the case, he should be known for his actual job because he is good at it, and he should be acknowledge for doing a good job.