Creative Contest III

"Scribble, erase, no life only school"

Philosophy=Communism

Communism

Communism is a political idea. There are basically two types of communism: theory and reality. Theory is exactly what it sounds like. It is the theory of how communism was supposed to work. Here are some key components of it: The underclass (Proletariat) will overthrow the upper class (bourgeoisie) because the underclass supposedly gets exploited by the upper class, equal distribution of wealth, eventually no need for government, a Utopia, closed society. Things never worked out as planned. So the theory always turned into reality: Totalitarian state (Dictator), closed society, strong censorship etc. The thing is that it is against human nature for reality to work. People are usually greedy, selfish etc. so in theory when the lower class overthrow the upper class, why would the lower class want to give up this power? 

 I don't believe in this philosophy. I don't believe this because of the how equal it is. I don't like that people who own their own business and make a lot of money should have to give it up. Some people don't work at all and in places that have communism as a government people have the same wealth and everything. I just don't like it. For example if I were to become a doctor in a place like America that has democracy then I would work even harder because I would get fairly payed for my work, but in a place with communism I would be extremely annoyed and I wouldn't want to work as hard. (But if I would if someone needed my help but mentally I wouldn't want to) I wouldn't want to, because I would make the same amount of money as someone who works as a factory worker. Not saying that factory workers don't work as hard, but they don't have med school bills to pay and on and on. I just think if people work hard for their money, then they shouldn't get it taken away from them.

(Learned from Global studies (Upper section)) 

TU Tuesday- Classified

Made of solid fruitwood, perhaps pecan, this has not been refinished. Used as a china cabinet in a dining room for 25 years, this was originally purchased from an antique shop in Schoharie County. It has 1 drawer and a cabinet with 2 adjustable shelves. The china cabinet is approximately 42" wide x 62" high x 17" deep and is in very good condition. The china cabinet  has a matching side board which is available for $225. Buyer must provide transport. http://timesunion.kaango.com/ad-circa-1920-30s-china-cabinet-fruitwood/20550978 A Doorbell The moment I set my eyes on it, I knew my mom would love it. I did tell her I would bring her something back from China. I mean it is not my fault that I got a new job. Yes maybe when I first accepted it I didn't know that I was going to be stationed in China, but hey! That was three years ago and now i'm going back. The only problem is that there is no way to bring it back.  Sitting in bed at home I can imagine what my mo used to say. "Solid fruitwood, perhaps pecan..." It was what she always wanted a shelf made of wood. We could never afford it growing up. I knew I had to find a way to bring it back to her. On the way to work the next day I saw a passing boat. From that moment I knew how to get that shelf back home. I would have to use a boat. After work I went to the transportation office and set it up. The thing that really ticked me off though was that it cost me practically as much to send it back to America then how much I bough it for. Oh well mom will love it.  As I get on the plane I watch the boat leave from the port that is carrying the precious shelf. Sick to my stomach, I feel like something is going to go wrong. The flight attendant was talking "room for 25 years, this was originally..." but I couldn't focus because at that same moment, I watched the boat carrying its precious cargo sink into the water.  The end. AS I finish telling my story of how I went to China to my grandchildren I hear my doorbell go off. I get up off my butt as fast as I can, look out of the peep hole. And wouldn't you know, I see a box with Chinese written all over it. As me and my grandchildren rip it open, I see the unforgettable color of the pecan wood.  However my mother is long gone. So here I am now. It only brings back bad memories. That is why I am selling this piece of furniture for only the low amount of 225 dollars.  -Thanks Henry

L= Lettuce Salad

1 ea Lettuce- I think past to all of my previous summers. I think about how we always had homemade BLT sandwiches. We sat outside chomping down on these sandwiches made from love. Sitting on the porch with the light early night breeze blowing chips off of your plate. Taking your laughs of a shared memory out across the yard. 

  

A few spring onions- I think of my dad and his siblings. I think of the stories they tel me of how they were young, that they always had to pick the vegetables from the garden before going out to play. Then my nifty grandparents would always can the different things that were picked so that in the winter they could pop open a can and find inside a piece of summer! 

3 tb Olive oil- I think of my sister and her stages. She went through a stage where she liked olives very much. She had previously went out with her friend and she had black olives. The thing was that the next time we went out to eat there was an olive. I gave it to her and a look of disgust came upon her face. I knew right then and there that the stage of liking olives was over for my sister Taylor. 

1 tb White vinegar- I think back to fifth grade at Westmere elementary school. My old buddy Matt would always have vinegar in a can to dip his food into. Someday I don't know how, we got into the tradition of chugging the vinegar. Matt said that it sent shivers down his spine. So I never tried it. I was too scared. I always thought that it would hurt me. 

1/2 ts Salt- I think of spring break only a couple weeks ago. My family and I went to Mexico. Of course like every family vacation, we got into fights, but it was one of the last times for a couple of years we would  go on a vacation like this as a family. See my sister is going off to college next year and our breaks are at different times. 

1 pn Black pepper- I think of Rachel Ray! I used to have a little kid crush one her so much! I always think of her when I see black pepper because on her cooking show she ALWAYS mentioned how much black pepper she liked whenever she used it and I was so excited because I loved black pepper as well. I always knew her comment when she was pouring on the pepper. "Folks I love pepper so I put a lot on but it could be too spicy so I recommend not putting this much on!"  

1/2 ts Basil- I really don't know what basil is but what I do know is that it is a spice and with that I remember our spice rack in the kitchen. IT had all of these odd spices on there, but the thing that pondered my mind was that we only ever used around three out of the twenty that was on there! I never knew why we had so many spices but apparently we needed them. 

1/2 ts Chopped garlic- I think of my sister again. Occasionally we make a dish at my house that has garlic and some other stuff as a topping. Personally I HATE garlic., but my sister loves it so the family decides to overrule the one who hates it and they put like three cloves extra in the recipe. I hate it, and they wonder every time why I never eat the dinner that they are having that night.  

Famous Poem Starters

Begin your blog  with the line:    Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred

From Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred rangers. They knew that being on elephants was better than walking  through it, but  everyone knows that the valley of death is not named after a flower. The only goal that they had was to get across. Once across they were scotch free, but before they got to reunite with their wives waiting on the other side, they had to cross. The only rule was not to live. Hey! but that was the goal of the game. You cheated in life, so you should be good a cheating in a simple run right? Wrong. This was no ordinary game. There is only about one percent chance that you will win. Who are you playing against? No surly not each other, they wouldn't give you the satisfaction of killing each other. That would be too easy. They want your blood splattered against the wall. See as a child I always thought it was fun watching those people once a year getting slaughtered. I now understand that this was wrong, but it was the way I was raised: Once a year the criminals of our city get thrown into the valley of death and teams that you join once you hit seventeen try to kill you. The way they do this is another story in itself. Lets just say they use us as test dummies for new weapons that they create. So now as one of the criminals about to get slaughtered, I see  how the others felt. Just yesterday I was a free man, ready to participate in my team ceremony but, the police just swept me right out of there. -BANG- Crap we are bring released No! I haven't finished telling you why i'm innocent. No I get it, this is the game. You needed one more pawn to play with. Well good thing that you don't know I have cheated already. I have my invention right here in my pocket. You idiots were just to worried about getting me you didn't check my pockets. Well have I got a story for you, this invention is no weapon like the other kids at the ceremony that you made us make. I altered it to something much more. As I walk down the first steps of the valley, I can already hear the teams discussing what their obstacle is. HA! they're pissed. They weren't expecting an animal this big. They thought all large mammals were eradicated after the accident. DAM! Looks like I shouldn't be as confident, just as the balls of liquid lead came shooting down, I realize there plan after all. They weren't pissed, they were happy. They think it's too easy and just as the first ball hit my arm and left a hole in it, I run. Run down to the worst place I could, the pit were it is said you can never get out of. It's not an option. Its a matter of life and death. I will just hide. Wait. As I reached the beginning of the pit I realized that the government really doesn't want anyone to get out, because as I look over I see a pit of with a myriad of frogs... 

Nursery Rhymes ARE Relevant to Life

As white as milk,
And not milk;
As green as grass,
And not grass;
As red as blood,
And not blood;
As black as soot,
And not soot.
This nursery rhyme reminds me at how deceiving things can be. They might appear to be something that they really aren't. This applies fairly well in high school. I have to look past the "outer shell" of new people, because what if they are really someone who they aren't. What if they are nice but talk behind your back every chance they can get. Nursery rhymes are relevant to my life because I have had friends before who appear to be grass but they are just the color of it.  
http://www-personal.umich.edu/~pfa/dreamhouse/nursery/rhymes/blackberry.html

Turn your Inkblot into a Butterfly

Toys can Hurt
Seventh grade: a playground.
Time to play around.

The advanced got their letters
Algebra.
Seventh grade wasn't such a joke anymore.
Next year I watch the advanced class.
Wishing, hoping I had gotten off of the playground sooner,
And started the stage of studying.
I would be a step behind those twenty some-odd kids.
But I would find a way to be as good.

Eighth grade: The Inception.
I started to pick up my toys from the playground,
Yet I wasn't quite ready to leave.
One toy had been broken, it ruined the set.
One B was all I got.
However good, it broke the newly formed chrysalis in half.

I would have to wait until next year to catch up to those already liquefied.









Ninth grade: The Transformation.
As the year went by I slowly started to see the playground vanish.
Until one day I couldn't see it at all.
My chrysalis has closed all the way.
Catching up to the ones who have their wings.

Tenth grade: I Fly.
Instead of sitting on the swing, I sit on a red chair.
With a textbook in hand I see my report card beside me.
Suddenly my chrysalis breaks again, yet something is different.
I have wings!

I take off and as I look behind me I see empty chrysalises.
Yet one ahead has half a wing.
But yet I have no sorrow.
I was young and clueless while on the playground.
The advanced kids will always be ahead of me,
But it doesn't mean they will be as successful, as with the one ahead.
If I had gotten off of the playground earlier would I be like that one ahead?
It doesn't matter, because now I fly freely ahead without looking back,
Knowing that my struggles led me to here to this successful place.

Brigid Heslin

Present information, findings, and supporting evidence clearly, concisely, and logically such that (readers) can follow your line of reasoning.  The organization, development, substance, and style should be appropriate to purpose, audience, and task.

(1) read a brief biography about him/her; (2)  read the article (completely and thoroughly and thoughtfully); (3) write a summary of what you learned about the journalist (two direct quotes) and the topic of the article (two direct quotes) based on your reading; (4) cite specific examples in the form of FOUR direct quotes.  Call the blog by the journalist's name that you chose to find out more about. 

It is no doubt that Ms. Heslin likes sports. " I attempt to play tennis for the varsity girls team at Coxsackie-Athens High School, ski in the ski club, and swim whenever I get the chance. Hockey and baseball are my favorite sports..." It also happens that her favorite baseball team is from the big apple itself. The New York Yankees. "I’m a big Rangers and Yankees fan." Ms. Heslin's article that I read is about the 100 year anniversary of Fenway park. In this article I learned things that I didn't know about baseball fields let alone Fenway park. The first is that baseball stadiums can be used for more than just baseball." Fenway has hosted several incredible things since being built, namely the Red Sox (of course) and the pope. It has hosted soccer games, football games...It has also been featured in many movies, such as Field of Dreams Fever Pitch, and The Town." I always thought that baseball parks   were made especially for the movie, like a set. Then once the movie was over it was just never used again. I never knew that famous baseball fields were used in movies. I also didn't know that the pope liked baseball! I also learned that Fenway is older than I thought. Besides the fact the the title states it is 100 years old. "Fenway is the oldest field currently in use by the MLB, and is one of two classic stadiums left (the other being Wrigley Field)." I always knew (Or at least I think this is true) that the Yankees were one of the first teams to start playing professional baseball, but I never knew that the stadium they used is the oldest one used. As one who enjoys watching baseball, I have been to this stadium numerous times. It always looks brand new! Thanks to Ms. Heslin, every time I go to Fenway park I will realize that I am sitting on 100 years of history! 


http://blog.timesunion.com/highschool/introducing-me/20412/
http://blog.timesunion.com/highschool/happy-hundredth-fenway-park/30186/ 

NYT Tuesday

The Metal Apple
no apple I’d ever tasted before.

smoldered from the inside,

Sun set on crushed buildings in a reimagined world.

A decade now since the tall towers fell 

not fully healed,

put together,

Piece by Piece.

with a hard-shell

virtually impossible to break

no apple I’d ever tasted before.

1.http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/08/us/sept-11-reckoning/decade.html?_r=1

2.http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/21/dining/21curi.html?ref=apples

3.http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/21/us/disbelief-still-as-florida-reacts-to-burning-of-3500-year-old-tree.html?scp=2&sq=burned&st=cse

4.http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/03/29/immigrant-released-from-rikers-4-years-after-her-babys-death/?scp=1&sq=healed%20again&st=cse

5.http://www.nytimes.com/2004/06/03/world/the-reach-of-war-secrets-how-to-break-a-code-ever-since-the-days-of-the-sphinx.html

6.http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/04/03/experts-say-qaeda-image-unlikely-to-be-real-warning-of-attack/?scp=3&sq=put%20together%20&st=cse

7.http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/07/opinion/striking-down-a-bad-law-piece-by-piece.html?scp=2&sq=piece%20by%20piece&st=cse

Loved and lost, or never loved at all? Which might you prefer?

I would prefer "Never loved at all." I enjoy being by myself, I don't mind it at all. I feel at peace when I am by myself because I don't have to please anyone. When I am with friends or my family, I want to please them. It is one of my ways of showing how much I care about them or love them. Such of these are as simple as giving up my last piece of gum or something large and difficult such as going to the mall with them even though I don't want to. To be back on track again, yes I would defiantly rather not have my love be lost. I was desperately in love (Family wise) to my great aunt. She was my role model. I also greatly loved my last dog Lady. They both have passed, around the same time. It was too much to bear. Although I say that I would rather be not loved than have my love lost, I do enjoy being in love with someone. It is just so hard to deal with someone you love being lost to you. I know (To me) it sounds weak, but love is not a game to screw around with. Once cupid's arrow hits you, one wrong move can send the sharp tip plunging through your heart.