From a beautifully wild land, America was forged by rebellious men and women who wanted a better life. These patriots were people who would fight, give their lives, and even to scream to the heavens to keep this land safe. I am proud of my country.
This country has been through many hardships, from battlefields littered with brave souls to devastating hurricanes, to economic depression, to terrorist attack and has changed tragedy to triumph. Nothing has kept us down. The word for this passion is patriotism.
Patriotism is the heart and soul of every American who loves their country. A true patriot would stop at nothing to keep this land of the free and home of the brave alive. Each patriot, a stone to fortify the walls of America, makes it so strong that no matter how hard a struggle or conflict tried it could never knock us down. This is just one of the reasons why I am proud of my country. For the support of every freedom loving American and even more so the Government that is makes America what it is today.
To construct this great monument to freedom a select few men organize this country around laws that protect our basic freedoms so we can prosper and achieve our dreams. With these laws, we have molded this land into a free but fair country. Three branches were made to ensure justice. The Executive branch, headed by the leader of our country, the President of the United States, the Legislative branch led by congress to create laws to ensure a safe and bright future. Finally, the Judicial branch makes sure the laws are fair for everyone.
With a government this strong, laws this fair, people this passionate and land this beautiful, it is difficult not to be proud of this country.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
Persuasive Peice (ANWR Drilling)
The United States has been struggling to find a good source for oil. We have searched all over the world but we could not find it, until we looked in Alaska. There is supposedly an enormous amount of oil in a wildlife preserve known as ANWR (Alaskan National Wildlife Refuge). Now there is a huge political argument deciding whether we should drill to find oil or don’t to save a species.
Being a nature lover, I don’t think we should drill in ANWR for one of the biggest reasons, we aren’t even entirely sure if there is a good amount of oil in there. If the United States starts drilling there what happens if there isn’t a good oil source, then the government just spent over a couple hundred million dollars for almost nothing. With the fact that the U.S. would have to spend that much money just to take the chance of a ton of oil being there is not smart. Also of equal concerns, The United States doesn’t even know how long the oil will last us.
Scientists have shown that we have no idea how long this oil will last. It could last for a decade, it could last for a year, or it could it could even last for just a month. We don’t know if it will last long enough to do any good, the government could not end up using it at all because it’s such a small amount. Lastly, if it so happens that we do find a good oil source we are just going to use it up anyway because the U.S. doesn’t conserve oil. Not to mention the huge amount of oil that would be wasted pouring on the ground if we find it, which would cause major damages to the environment.
Preserving the enormous population of wildlife in ANWR is incredibly important. Toxic dark clouds of smoke will pour out of the mills killing and sickening hundreds of birds, mammals, and hundreds of other species, endangered or not. Endangered species such as the polar bear, if we drill more and more polar bears will die or get sick they’re already on the verge of extinction why push it further. Not only will it affect the animals but also the plants, trees, flowers, and grass could die from the fumes or spilled oil.
Drilling in ANWR would be a great injustice not just because I would not like it but because hundreds of animal lives could parish forever. I would refuse to drill in ANWR for the obvious reason, to save our environment.
Being a nature lover, I don’t think we should drill in ANWR for one of the biggest reasons, we aren’t even entirely sure if there is a good amount of oil in there. If the United States starts drilling there what happens if there isn’t a good oil source, then the government just spent over a couple hundred million dollars for almost nothing. With the fact that the U.S. would have to spend that much money just to take the chance of a ton of oil being there is not smart. Also of equal concerns, The United States doesn’t even know how long the oil will last us.
Scientists have shown that we have no idea how long this oil will last. It could last for a decade, it could last for a year, or it could it could even last for just a month. We don’t know if it will last long enough to do any good, the government could not end up using it at all because it’s such a small amount. Lastly, if it so happens that we do find a good oil source we are just going to use it up anyway because the U.S. doesn’t conserve oil. Not to mention the huge amount of oil that would be wasted pouring on the ground if we find it, which would cause major damages to the environment.
Preserving the enormous population of wildlife in ANWR is incredibly important. Toxic dark clouds of smoke will pour out of the mills killing and sickening hundreds of birds, mammals, and hundreds of other species, endangered or not. Endangered species such as the polar bear, if we drill more and more polar bears will die or get sick they’re already on the verge of extinction why push it further. Not only will it affect the animals but also the plants, trees, flowers, and grass could die from the fumes or spilled oil.
Drilling in ANWR would be a great injustice not just because I would not like it but because hundreds of animal lives could parish forever. I would refuse to drill in ANWR for the obvious reason, to save our environment.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Kipling's Choice (Final)
Author’s Note: This is a summary of the book “Kipling’s Choice”.
As a teen, the great Rudyard Kipling, the famous writer of the award winning “Jungle Book” loved his country to the end. However, in an attempt to join the navy he was turned down because of his poor sight. Devastated, he encourages his son John Kipling to join the military to fight in WWI, and because young John wants to do everything he can to impress his father, he accepts.
John Kipling, living in England during the early nineteen hundreds loved his father to pieces. He loved him so much he would do anything he could just to please the man, but because his father had very bad eyesight, John too has poor eyesight. Fortunately for Rudyard, John does not have as poor sight as he does and thus in an attempt to avoid history repeating itself, Rudyard Kipling encourages and almost begs his son to join the military when WWI broke loose. When the Kipling’s came to the barracks to enlist, the young Kipling would be made a second lieutenant a high ranking officer in the military. The lieutenant Colonel of the regiment had been friends with Rudyard for years. Within one year, the young eighteen year old lieutenant John Kipling would be shipped out to France and be in the fight that would change his life forever.
After a few years the young officer with great confidence has endured the worst sight imaginable, the art of war. The poor boy had seen friends being blown to bits by mortar fire, a battlefield littered with bodies, bloodstains covering the dirt, grown men screaming for help, and staring into the face of death. Truly, the boy had the littlest idea of what was to become. Within months, Rudyard Kipling would get the letter that would change his life forever, the letter of MIA meaning (missing in action) his only son had gone missing. The remaining Kipling family was devastated never before had they been so sad. This affected Rudyard the most, for he was the one to send him into battle. They searched days on end to find just the least bit of information on their son but none came. Then one day in honor of his son, Rudyard Kipling wrote down his final writing piece for as long as he lived.
---- If any question why we died tell them because our fathers lied.
As a teen, the great Rudyard Kipling, the famous writer of the award winning “Jungle Book” loved his country to the end. However, in an attempt to join the navy he was turned down because of his poor sight. Devastated, he encourages his son John Kipling to join the military to fight in WWI, and because young John wants to do everything he can to impress his father, he accepts.
John Kipling, living in England during the early nineteen hundreds loved his father to pieces. He loved him so much he would do anything he could just to please the man, but because his father had very bad eyesight, John too has poor eyesight. Fortunately for Rudyard, John does not have as poor sight as he does and thus in an attempt to avoid history repeating itself, Rudyard Kipling encourages and almost begs his son to join the military when WWI broke loose. When the Kipling’s came to the barracks to enlist, the young Kipling would be made a second lieutenant a high ranking officer in the military. The lieutenant Colonel of the regiment had been friends with Rudyard for years. Within one year, the young eighteen year old lieutenant John Kipling would be shipped out to France and be in the fight that would change his life forever.
After a few years the young officer with great confidence has endured the worst sight imaginable, the art of war. The poor boy had seen friends being blown to bits by mortar fire, a battlefield littered with bodies, bloodstains covering the dirt, grown men screaming for help, and staring into the face of death. Truly, the boy had the littlest idea of what was to become. Within months, Rudyard Kipling would get the letter that would change his life forever, the letter of MIA meaning (missing in action) his only son had gone missing. The remaining Kipling family was devastated never before had they been so sad. This affected Rudyard the most, for he was the one to send him into battle. They searched days on end to find just the least bit of information on their son but none came. Then one day in honor of his son, Rudyard Kipling wrote down his final writing piece for as long as he lived.
---- If any question why we died tell them because our fathers lied.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Kipling's Choice (edited)
Kipling’s Choice
Author’s Note: This is a summary of the book “Kipling’s Choice”.
As a teen, the great Rudyard Kipling, the famous writer of the award winning “Jungle Book” loved his country to the end. However, in an attempt to join the navy he was turned down because of his poor sight. Devastated, he encourages his son John Kipling to join the military to fight in WWI, and because young John wants to do everything he can to impress his father, he accepts.
John Kipling, living in England during the early nineteen hundreds, loved his father to pieces. He loved him so much he would do anything he could just to please the man, but because his father had very bad eyesight, John too has poor eyesight. Fortunately for Rudyard, John does not have as poor sight as him and thus in an attempt to avoid history repeating itself, Rudyard Kipling encourages and almost begs his son to join the military when WWI broke loose. When the Kipling’s came to the barracks to enlist, the young Kipling would be made a second lieutenant a high ranking officer in the military. For Tthe lieutenant Colonel of the regiment had been friends with Rudyard for years. Within one year the young eighteen year old lieutenant John Kipling would be shipped out to France and be in the fight that would change his life forever.
Author’s Note: This is a summary of the book “Kipling’s Choice”.
As a teen, the great Rudyard Kipling, the famous writer of the award winning “Jungle Book” loved his country to the end. However, in an attempt to join the navy he was turned down because of his poor sight. Devastated, he encourages his son John Kipling to join the military to fight in WWI, and because young John wants to do everything he can to impress his father, he accepts.
John Kipling, living in England during the early nineteen hundreds, loved his father to pieces. He loved him so much he would do anything he could just to please the man, but because his father had very bad eyesight, John too has poor eyesight. Fortunately for Rudyard, John does not have as poor sight as him and thus in an attempt to avoid history repeating itself, Rudyard Kipling encourages and almost begs his son to join the military when WWI broke loose. When the Kipling’s came to the barracks to enlist, the young Kipling would be made a second lieutenant a high ranking officer in the military. For Tthe lieutenant Colonel of the regiment had been friends with Rudyard for years. Within one year the young eighteen year old lieutenant John Kipling would be shipped out to France and be in the fight that would change his life forever.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Essay
The Award that Wasn’t to Be
My family was driving through the night to get to the next field for picking. The night being as dark and black as death, everyone packed in one little car. Papa was taking little peeks at the paper while driving, in a deep slow voice he tells me “TV folks are coming to review us while we work, hijo.” Barely awake I replied back in a quiet voice,
“But why papa, what is so special about picking strawberries?” “For one thing it’s what’s kept this family alive but I don’t know if its television worthy,” he said. “You’d better get some sleep; you’ll need it for tomorrow.”
As soon as he finished his sentence I was fast asleep. I awoke to the sound of the horrible screech of the tires as the car came to a stop; with my ears ringing I looked out the window to see we were at an enormous farm with fields farther than I could see. I turned my head to look out the other window and saw trucks and vans all with huge antennas on top. There were people with cameras everywhere and Papa was talking with what looked a whole crowd of people with microphones and cameras. When Papa left he came up to the side door and when he opened it we could all hear him say in a loud voice “Alright time to pick!”
When we got out to the fields there were what seemed to be millions of people all picking strawberries at the same time “there’s twice as many people as their usually is why is that?” I asked, “I don’t know “hijo” maybe lots of people want to be on television.”
When we started to pick one of the men holding a microphone had been watching us particularly me, I wasn’t sure why but I worked as hard as I could. “Stop”! Yelled the man with the microphone. Everyone had stopped so fast it was as if someone fired a gun in the air. He walked slowly towards my family and me; he looked down upon me and said with a deep southern voice “Son, you’ve got it; you just won an award, pack your things and bring your family we’re going to Hollywood.”
My family was so excited when they heard the news and so was I, I couldn’t believe that I had won an award it was the happiest day in my life. In four hours we were in a studio in Hollywood there were cameras all over the studio, there was a large audience, and lights everywhere I was so excited until I heard what the award was. I heard someone with a camera say “He’s earned the least likely to succeed award.”
I was crushed, the award that I was looking forward to receive was nothing special at all I had felt as though someone had picked me up from the ashes then ripped my heart out like I was nothing. As soon as I heard this I threw myself in my Papa’s arms and cried, “What’s the matter son?” He said, “The awards a fraud Papa It’s the Least likely to Succeed Award.”
My dad paused for a moment then said in response “Son, we can’t choose to be who we are, but know this: who we are is all we are. Now go get that award and take pride in doing so.” When my dad finished I was no longer crying because I knew that I would get on that stage, receive my award and my Papa’s words would inspire me forever.
My family was driving through the night to get to the next field for picking. The night being as dark and black as death, everyone packed in one little car. Papa was taking little peeks at the paper while driving, in a deep slow voice he tells me “TV folks are coming to review us while we work, hijo.” Barely awake I replied back in a quiet voice,
“But why papa, what is so special about picking strawberries?” “For one thing it’s what’s kept this family alive but I don’t know if its television worthy,” he said. “You’d better get some sleep; you’ll need it for tomorrow.”
As soon as he finished his sentence I was fast asleep. I awoke to the sound of the horrible screech of the tires as the car came to a stop; with my ears ringing I looked out the window to see we were at an enormous farm with fields farther than I could see. I turned my head to look out the other window and saw trucks and vans all with huge antennas on top. There were people with cameras everywhere and Papa was talking with what looked a whole crowd of people with microphones and cameras. When Papa left he came up to the side door and when he opened it we could all hear him say in a loud voice “Alright time to pick!”
When we got out to the fields there were what seemed to be millions of people all picking strawberries at the same time “there’s twice as many people as their usually is why is that?” I asked, “I don’t know “hijo” maybe lots of people want to be on television.”
When we started to pick one of the men holding a microphone had been watching us particularly me, I wasn’t sure why but I worked as hard as I could. “Stop”! Yelled the man with the microphone. Everyone had stopped so fast it was as if someone fired a gun in the air. He walked slowly towards my family and me; he looked down upon me and said with a deep southern voice “Son, you’ve got it; you just won an award, pack your things and bring your family we’re going to Hollywood.”
My family was so excited when they heard the news and so was I, I couldn’t believe that I had won an award it was the happiest day in my life. In four hours we were in a studio in Hollywood there were cameras all over the studio, there was a large audience, and lights everywhere I was so excited until I heard what the award was. I heard someone with a camera say “He’s earned the least likely to succeed award.”
I was crushed, the award that I was looking forward to receive was nothing special at all I had felt as though someone had picked me up from the ashes then ripped my heart out like I was nothing. As soon as I heard this I threw myself in my Papa’s arms and cried, “What’s the matter son?” He said, “The awards a fraud Papa It’s the Least likely to Succeed Award.”
My dad paused for a moment then said in response “Son, we can’t choose to be who we are, but know this: who we are is all we are. Now go get that award and take pride in doing so.” When my dad finished I was no longer crying because I knew that I would get on that stage, receive my award and my Papa’s words would inspire me forever.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
a Famous Quote
A Famous Quote
“Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity: A famous quote from the bold and courageous man, Martin Luther King Jr; A phrase that will make you think twice about hate.
When a person gets on your nerves you can get mad at people and think nasty thoughts about them, but if they push you to your limits it can turn ugly very quickly. To hate someone is very bad because you could let your hate out at them and do something you never thought you would ever do: Something that would change your reputation forever, not only would it affect you but it would affect the other person even more. When you take out all your rage on someone you lose control and you could yell at them, injure them, or even worse, kill them. Before you know it no one knows who you are anymore.
While letting out all your anger is bad bottling up inside is even worse. In the same scenario but you don’t decide to let all your anger out you could keep it inside you and let it fester and fester. Unfortunately, if you do that the hate eats away at your insides changing you, making you angrier. Before you know it your personality has transformed into a stingy, dark, grey, angry version of yourself. To make things worse your friends stop hanging out with you because they don’t like what you’ve become.
Likewise, there is something just as bad as bottling your anger but not only do you keep it inside but also let it out at the person you’re mad at little by little yet the hate never leaves. It’s called holding a grudge. Holding a grudge is terrible because the hate that you feel for someone is what you hold on to forever. It is bad because people spend their entire live planning revenge and never letting themselves do anything else because you’re blinded by the nasty rage.
If you ever get angry at someone don’t hate them, try to channel your rage to something peaceful like hitting a pillow. The quote by Martin Luther King Jr. tells you to never give in to hatred because it can turn your personality around.
“Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity: A famous quote from the bold and courageous man, Martin Luther King Jr; A phrase that will make you think twice about hate.
When a person gets on your nerves you can get mad at people and think nasty thoughts about them, but if they push you to your limits it can turn ugly very quickly. To hate someone is very bad because you could let your hate out at them and do something you never thought you would ever do: Something that would change your reputation forever, not only would it affect you but it would affect the other person even more. When you take out all your rage on someone you lose control and you could yell at them, injure them, or even worse, kill them. Before you know it no one knows who you are anymore.
While letting out all your anger is bad bottling up inside is even worse. In the same scenario but you don’t decide to let all your anger out you could keep it inside you and let it fester and fester. Unfortunately, if you do that the hate eats away at your insides changing you, making you angrier. Before you know it your personality has transformed into a stingy, dark, grey, angry version of yourself. To make things worse your friends stop hanging out with you because they don’t like what you’ve become.
Likewise, there is something just as bad as bottling your anger but not only do you keep it inside but also let it out at the person you’re mad at little by little yet the hate never leaves. It’s called holding a grudge. Holding a grudge is terrible because the hate that you feel for someone is what you hold on to forever. It is bad because people spend their entire live planning revenge and never letting themselves do anything else because you’re blinded by the nasty rage.
If you ever get angry at someone don’t hate them, try to channel your rage to something peaceful like hitting a pillow. The quote by Martin Luther King Jr. tells you to never give in to hatred because it can turn your personality around.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
"Deep Water"
Everyone has a fear of something, whether it’s a fear of things big such as the world ending or something small as fear of ducks. A phobia is what it’s called a fear of something, almost anything. It never goes away easily; you have to work hard at it to make your fear go, but it is never easy. Some people decide to live with their fear and avoid it, people think it’ll go away sometime, but it doesn’t, it stays and eats them up inside then haunts them the rest of their lives, I should know I have a phobia. “Deep Water,” a short story by William O Douglas, is a story that will teach you to take hold of your fears and not let it rule your life.
Out of all the fears in the world, phobia of water is the number fifteen out of all of them. Number fifteen out of the thousands there are, that’s a very common fear. According to www.funtrivia.com, around the world about one hundred forty thousand people drown every year. Even when my Nana was a little girl she almost drowned three times. Whether if it’s from a stupid stunt, a shark attack, a killing, or even by a bully drowning is bound.
Not everyone who meets the water drowns, though sometimes people have a near death experience or when they “see the light.” From what I’ve seen on shows from history channels, whenever someone has a near death experience they feel calm. and at peace, but sometimes not everyone has that luxury. Some people know that even the slightest thing could condemn them to death. It could terrify them so much that it could cause them to never come back to whatever caused the experience ever, and thus a fear is born then continue to haunt them the rest of their lives.
Living in fear doesn’t always have to be the case though; you can take hold of your fear and put yourself in charge. Then conquer your fear so that it never bothers you again. With fear there are two paths you can take, you can take the path that stays a coward and tries to run from it, or you can be strong and conquer your fear. Which path will you take?
Out of all the fears in the world, phobia of water is the number fifteen out of all of them. Number fifteen out of the thousands there are, that’s a very common fear. According to www.funtrivia.com, around the world about one hundred forty thousand people drown every year. Even when my Nana was a little girl she almost drowned three times. Whether if it’s from a stupid stunt, a shark attack, a killing, or even by a bully drowning is bound.
Not everyone who meets the water drowns, though sometimes people have a near death experience or when they “see the light.” From what I’ve seen on shows from history channels, whenever someone has a near death experience they feel calm. and at peace, but sometimes not everyone has that luxury. Some people know that even the slightest thing could condemn them to death. It could terrify them so much that it could cause them to never come back to whatever caused the experience ever, and thus a fear is born then continue to haunt them the rest of their lives.
Living in fear doesn’t always have to be the case though; you can take hold of your fear and put yourself in charge. Then conquer your fear so that it never bothers you again. With fear there are two paths you can take, you can take the path that stays a coward and tries to run from it, or you can be strong and conquer your fear. Which path will you take?
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