Assignment #19: My Very Short Story

     She woke up with a migraine and decided she needed more sleep. As she was resetting her alarm, she heard a knock on the door. She didn't want to get up, but thought that it might be the mailman with the package she had been waiting for. She slowly rose out of bed and slipped on her slippers. The house was cold with disappointment, and regret. She made her way to the front door, but got there to late and the mailman had already left. She watched the tail end of the mail truck turn the corner. Her eyes filled with tears as she closed the door. Thinking about her, now, ex-husband she made her way back up the stairs and crawled back into bed. She fell back asleep for what seemed like forever. Wishing that it was all a bad dream. She checked the time, but only forty minutes passed. She breathed a sigh that woke up the small dog laying next to her. She got up from bed and thought that maybe a nice, warm cup of coffee would help come out of the comma she felt she was in. She sluggishly walked across the bedroom, down the stairs, and down the hall to the kitchen. As she walked to the refrigerator, she pressed the "ON" button on the coffee maker. 

     It's been four months since the divorce. She still feel the sharp pain that kept striking her in the heart. Her wounds still felt fresh, and she didn't know what to do to make that pain go away. He made her move away from all friends and family, so there wasn't anyone near her to vent with. With the feeling of her agreeing with moving away make the pain much more worse. She would call occasionally, to the loving family she left behind. Only three years later after the hard move, he left her. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, her movement, the long days at work. She couldn't take her mind off the fact that it must have been HER who made him leave. She sat in the empty house thinking about the mistakes that were made during their marriage. Everything was quite, she heard the dog tip toeing to the kitchen, and could feel the tension that was still lingering throughout the house. She told the dog that she needed to get out of the house and stop feeling sorry for herself. She ran upstairs, took a shower and got ready in a hurry. As she swept up her keys that were lying on the coffee table, she ran out of the door. She now felt her world in a frenzy of if's, and's, or but's, but nothing was about to stop her from getting outside and completing her life.

     As she made it to the post office, she needed to pick up the package that was patiently waiting for her arrival. She made that big step, with wanting to complete the life she started, and it didn't matter who wanted to share it with her or not. After making her life much better, and not staying at the house that kept those reminders there everyday, she decided she needed to get back to her friends and family. Its been a year since the divorce, she's happily living back in her hometown with all her loved ones, and happily single and loving it.

Assignment #18: My Poem

The Real You

Your shy in public and around new people, but

behind closed doors your a free spirit.

Your taken too seriously at times, but 

cant take yourself seriously.

Your misunderstood by those who don't take the time to know the real you.

You don't have a lot of friends, nor the most popular one.

I take a look again and realize you are ME!

Music is my heart

I hear the bass pounding against my ear,

The words begin to speak to me.

I don't only hear the angry, sad, happy words coming from the lyrics,

I hear my life being told in a way only they can describe.

I can feel the beats playing within my bones.

My foot taps against the hardwood floor, 

the hairs on the back of my neck rises as I play my favorite tune.

It ends for that split moment, but

won't last long as I hit "Play" for the second time.

Assignment 16: The Journey

     I woke up this morning in a cabin, that's located in the middle of a beautiful meadow. When I first opened my eyes this morning the sun was barley coming up, and the cabin was still a little dark. The room I'm sleeping in was huge. My bed is a queen size and is located underneath the giant window. Then to my right my dresser and vanity are sitting there with pictures of friends and family. To the left of my bed in the corner is a smaller couch, then next to that is the door. My bedroom is the color of light blue, and the sheets are white covered with many different colored flowers. The giant window behind my bed, has dark blue curtains. When I wake up in the morning it is always dark with hardley any light.

     When I wake up and walk out of the bedroom, immediately to my right, there is the hall bathroom, and then a long hallway. Coming out of the hallway opens up to the large living room. When you first walk into the living room there are three couches. The smaller couch is against the window, the long couch is facing toward the television, then next to that is a rocking chair. The window that is in the living room is a picture window, this way you may see beautiful wild life, and the occasional deer grazing. The living room and kitchen fun into each other. There isn't really anything that divides these two. Behind the large couch is the dining table with a chandelier hanging low to the table. The kitchen is small but big enough to cook meals for a small family. Next to the rocking chair that's located in the living room is the fire place, and the front door. The cabin that I'm waking up in, is make out of wooden logs.

     Walking out the front door, is the porch with a swinging chair to the left. When you walk to the right there are a couple of stairs that will lead you to a huge meadow. The meadow is full of many green colored trees, and the full of grass. The meadow that I walk into is about a mile long. The second I walked outside I could smell the overwhelming aroma of the sweet grass that lies ahead. As I start walking across the meadow I can hear the birds playing the the threes above. I spot a few squirrels chasing each other around the meadow. About halfway across the meadow I can see a heard of deer grazing on the grass. Everything outside is gleaming with the excitement of a new day, the sun is shining bright and warms my skin as I walk through the meadow. I hear the cracks of the leaves as I step on them. I hear many sounds as I walk, I can hear the small animals running around enjoying the sun, and also the shy ones hiding in the back round. Even when I take the chance to stop and really listen to the sounds surrounding me, I hear the wind slightly blowing through my hair and the silent words of wisdom they are telling me.  

     As I get to the end of the meadow, I come to a small river,and cross it by the small bridge that was built there many years ago. I am now standing at the base of a small mountain. I am getting ready to climb over it, and see Blue Jays sitting on a branch that lies next to me. Small bushes are spread out along the mountain side. As I climb the mountain, there are rocks everywhere. There are not many animals on the mountain that I could see, but the environment is full of wildlife. I can smell the aroma of pine trees and wet dirt, like it was raining. On the mountain the sun is brighter then it was when I was walking through the meadow. I can physically feel that the sun got closer, and the feeling of its Vitamin D soaking into my skin.   

     I have completed the task of climbing over the mountain, and now standing at it's peak. At the mountain peak there is a spiritual structure that is called "The Grotto". This is made of stone and cement, and stands about 15 feet high. The Grotto is described as Virgin Mary with a peasant kneeling and praying to her. There are Rosary's strung around her neck and praying hands. There is a large stone table that must have taken 20 men to carry, to get up there. The Grotto is there so that family members of lost loved ones, can come and pray to them. All along the stone wall, there are small cubbies that you can put money, jewelry, and any other special items there. The environment that the Grotto is surrounded by is wildlife, which is the giant pine trees that grow there. As I stand there, I can hear the birds chirping to the beat of Earth's heartbeat, and the wind against my skin gives me goosebumps.

Assignment 15: Multiple Intelligence Essay

     After listening to the story about the hot dog, I believe that there are great wisdom teachings within the story. The old grandpa's were teaching the little boy that he must not take life for granted and to not be selfish. The boy was being selfish, when he didn't want ti make dinner for his very old grandpa's just because he was tired from working all day. I believe that the teachings that were within  the story was to not take life for granted because he was very lucky to have that hot dog. He should also be able to think about others before he thinks of himself. When the old grandpa took the time to prepare the hot dog, he gave it time and love. Then he shared the hot dog with his grateful brother. You should always take the time to put love into your makings, even if they are the simplest thing, like making a hot dog. 

Assignment 14: Persuasive Essay: Uniforms

     I have just been called to the principal's office, to share my thoughts on what I think about school uniforms. The principal has just informed me that they are considering school uniforms, and I think that it will be very bad if they continue with their considerations. School uniforms are hardly used in high schools anymore. From the information that I am aware of, all public schools do not wear uniforms. There still are school that do wear uniforms, and those are the schools that are not public, and are usually catholic schools. All high schools that are APS are non-uniform schools. 

     I have gone to a school where I have had to wear uniforms, and I hated it. I didn't like that everyone there looked exactly the same. The school that I went to and had to wear uniforms, they colors that we had were blue, or white shirts, and black or tan pants. The only days that we could dress down was on special occasions and picture day. There were little games that the administration would have for us, and the main one that they had was if we had perfect attendance for six weeks, then we would win a pass to dress down. I didn't like that they would want to bargain with us just so that we would have a dress down day. The subject would come up all the time with the students and the principal, "Why do we have to wear uniforms?" The reason she would give us was "Because we don't want to have any conflicts between the students, just because of what they wear." She would constantly tell us that we would pick on each other, or get into fights because someone liked what the other wore. The school that I went to was a charter school, so they weren't apart of APS schooling, but got all funds and cafeteria food, from them. This school was kindergarden to 12th grade. I think that since they were an all grades school, it should have been divided with the uniforms policy. Kindergarden to 6th grade, have to wear uniforms, and 7th to 12th grade had the choice to not wear uniforms. Along with the certain color of shirt and pants policy, we also HAD to have our shirt tucked in and a black leather belt. If you were caught "out of uniform", even if you didn't have a belt in, then you would get sent to the office. There you would get written up, and have lunch detention. 

     I think that this whole uniform policy is ridiculous. I am so glad that public schools don't have to wear uniforms, and still that is usually only in high school. I think that when we are being forced to wear uniforms, then they are not wanting to see the real us. The adults are always telling us that we need to be ourselves, and to not follow in anyone else foot steps, just make your own, but when they are forcing us to wear uniforms, they are making us look all alike, and that isn't helping us. Making us look all alike, is like not taking us seriously as a person, and not making us individuals. I personally don't like uniforms, would like to see the use of uniforms not being enforced among schools, especially not in high schools. 


     There are good and bad sides to every argument. I think that having uniforms enforced among, high school students bring bigger problems, because they are more rebellious, and will have the courage to go against the rules. For littler children who are still in grade school, it isn't so bad because they don't really care, and pay attention to what they or anyone else wears. I, as a high school student, is grateful that we don't have to wear uniforms, because I don't want to look like everyone else, and blend in. The good side to why there are and should be uniforms, is because it does reduce the chance of arguments between others for what they are wearing, and being made fun of. There still are those students who like to pick on others because they don't like what they are wearing, and those are the ones that are making the enforcement on school uniforms. The bad side is that when kids do wear uniforms they tend to rebel more often, which means more students in the office. 


     I don't like the fact that there are school uniforms, especially in high schools, and I could say this out of experience.  If I were to be called into the office to speak my thoughts on if there should be school uniforms or not, I would proudly say that I would be against them.

Assignment 13: Halloween Haiku

A cold spooky night, It is all hallows eve. Empty souls wander about .Black cats cross your path. With the harvest moon shining, Upon your scared face. Scared to go around a dark corner, Fear of whats laying behind it.

Book Report 1: The House of Night: Hunted

     The book that I just finished was called House of Night: Hunted. This is the fifth installment for the novels. The book is about a girl named Zoey Redbird. Zoey is a seventeen year old girl who got "marked". By becoming marked she then turned into a vampire. In this book she had to join together with her friends to defeat a creature named Kalona and his army of Raven Mockers. Zoey has been going through a lot in her life. Throughout the book their has been many incidents that have made her friends and her move out of the House of Night, Towards the end of the book Zoey gets hurt by a Raven Mocker and is forced to go back to the school, in order to get better. Zoey moves back to the school and she then figures out how to defeat Kalona. At the end she and her friends defeat the Raven Mockers, and Kalona and send them back to where they came from.

     I have enjoyed reading this book, and look forward to read the rest of the novels. The book has a lot to do with religion and culture. The main character Zoey Redbird is part Cherokee, and really respects it. She deeply loves her grandmother, who is the lady who taught her everything that she knows of her culture. Once Zoey changed into a vampire, she has become trustworthy to her new goddess, Nxy. While reading this book I started thinking about my own life. I am not a very religious person, but reading made me think about my culture and how I want to learn more about it. Zoey and her friends are very trustworthy and honored towards their goddess,which is why I think Zoey is becoming more of a vampire and is able to control things such as, air, fire, water, earth, and spirit. The House of Night novels are very much surrounded by the Native American myths and legends.   

     I enjoyed reading this book and look forward to read the future books.

Assignment 11: The Concrete Rose

 Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

     After reading this poem from Tupac Shakur I think that he means that anything great can grow from something bad. I believe that he had a rough life while growing up, and trying to become a great rapper was hard. He was and will always be a legend, and a great rapper. I think that he was trying to reach out to people by this poem. He was trying to tell people that no matter where you come from, you can always do great things, it just depends on how you look at things.

     The line that says "Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet", meant to me that to prove that one person who is telling you over and over again that you cant accomplish anything, is wrong when you take the steps to accomplish your dreams. This poem is using a lot of metaphors, because when you really read the poem, it is telling a story about yourself. This isn't just a poem telling people about his life, he is telling a story about every person who has struggled through his or her life, to become something greater.

     When you are reaching out to your goals, and dreams, there is usually that one special person who is there through everything and cheering you on. The one's who having to learn and grow in their own, are the one's who know which roads to take to have a successful life. Throughout your whole life there are going to be good times and bad times, but when you take those bad times and learn from them, they will help you through the bumpy road ahead.

Assignment 9: Alien Contact

     It all started on a warm summer night. I was laying outside in the middle of the lawn. The moon was out, and giving just enough light where I could see the stars. There had been shooting stars all over the sky tonight, and I was enjoying watching them. Then that's when it happened. The biggest shooting star that I had seen that night seemed to not die out. Usually the shooting stars that I would see, they would be there for a split second then fade away. This one was different, it shot all across the sky and still seemed to be there. Then when I was trying to figure it out, it suddenly went away. I forgot about what I had seen that night, and continued on watching the stars, when it started to get late I gathering my things and went inside. 

     The next morning,it was quiet all through my house, and I thought that it was still very early. I walked out of my room, to find that my parents were gone. I looked at the time and saw that it was 7:32 in the morning. Since it was just a regular day of summer vacation, I decided to fall back asleep for a little while longer. When I was suddenly woken up by a strange noise coming from the backyard. I got up and went to check what the noise was. My dog was standing by the back door barking at something I couldn't see because it was laying behind the trees. I opened the door, and my dog ran inside. Still barking at the trees, he was obviously afraid of the thing that was in my backyard. After seeing how my dog reacted to this "thing", I was afraid to go see what was the matter. I sat in the den for a few minutes contemplating weather or not to go back outside. My dog  finally calmed down, and I decided to go back outside. I slowly opened the door, to hear a noise still coming from behind the trees. I slowly and quietly walked across the lawn and looked behind the trees, but nothing. All this time I thought that there was something behind the trees, but there wasn't. For a second I thought that I was dreaming, but then the thought came over me. What if it was aliens? If it was aliens, the the thing that was behind the trees, either disappeared, or flew away so fast that I didn't even notice it. 

     All throughout the day I couldn't stop thinking about it, and didn't want to stay home, just in case it came back again. So I decided to go for a walk to the park, and I took my dog with me. I was thinking all about what happened and couldn't believe it. I tried to forget it, and threw the ball for my dog. He was running around playing, and had already forgotten what had happened. I was wishing that I could have forgotten about it that easily. I started to walk back to my house when it was getting closer to the time that my mom would be home. When I was on my way home, I was thinking about how I was going to tell my mom so that she would believe me. When I suddenly got the feeling that I was being watched by something or someone. My dog wasn't freaking out, so I thought that I was just freaked out by everything that happened and continued walking. I kept looking behind me to see if there was someone there. I started to get really scared and started to walk home really fast. I reached my house, and was glad I was finally there. I still had a half hour until my mom got home, and I was trying to keep myself busy. The time seemed to be going really slow, and I was staring at the clock. I heard my mom pull up to the driveway, and I rushed out to her. I told her in panic that I had to tell her something. When she came inside, I sat her down to tell her everything that had happened that day. She was giving me a confused look, and I had to break down the story for her. She told me that I had a wild imagination and that I must have been dreaming something weird that night. I knew that she wouldn't have believed me, and I thought twice about what I told her. I forgot for the rest of the night. 

     That night when I was getting ready to fall asleep I heard the weird noise again. I got out of bed and went to the back door. This time I wasn't going to think about going outside, I was going to go outside. I opened the door and walked towards the noise. Then I saw this, what looked like a car sitting behind the trees. I looked at it for a few seconds, and decided to see if anyone was in there. I opened the door to find that no one was in the car. I slammed the door shut and went back inside. I laid down, and looked up to my ceiling. I screamed and got out of bed. There was this green looking blob hanging from my ceiling. It started to come down and it shaped into an alien. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't scream , so I just stared at it. I looked scared and seemed like it didn't know what to do either. Then we both ran separate ways. It went through my window and I ran to my parents room. I woke them up, and took them to my room. It wasn't there anymore, so my parents went back to bed, and I ran outside to see if the "car" was still outside, which it wasn't. I went back to my room and tried to go back to bed. I laid there awake for hours trying to convince myself that I didn't see what I thought I did. 

 

     The next morning I talked to my mom about what I saw, and she said that she didn't see anything when she went to my room. I thought that I was just dreaming and got scared so I got my parents, but there was something telling me that what I saw last night was true. Throughout the whole day I was thinking about the night before. When it was time to go to sleep, I didn't want to fall asleep because I wanted to see the alien again, but it never came back. I had only seen the alien, that one night and it never came back again.

Assignment 12: The Black Cat

     After reading the "Black Cat", by Edgar Allen Poe I think that the story is mostly about the values of trust, self-injuries, betrayal, and how a relationship can easily be turned into hatred. This story has trust within it because at the beginning, the narrator is a kind man who loves his animals and who is in a loving marriage with his wife. His favorite pet was the black cat. Animals are very loving and trustworthy. They don't care weather you are short, tall, smart, dumb, all they want is to feel the love that they give you.

     The beginning of the story, where the man is loving his animals, the cat loves him back until one day the cat starts to bug him. When the man starts to change, he doesn't like the cat as much and his marriage starts going down hill. This is the time in his life where he starts to let alcohol control his actions and his life. Then one day the man got so annoyed by the cat that he decided to kill him. He strangled him with a white rope. This is the part of the story where betrayal takes place. The cat was betrayed by the man because with  all the love that he gave him, what he got in return was not what he deserved. As his alcoholism was getting worse, he started to betray his wife, maybe not by big things but just by having the alcohol. A relationship can so easily be turned into hatred, by little things, but with the man he changed his whole life by allowing himself to drink the alcohol, and get as bad as he did.

     I believe that the first black was used as a symbol of the good, loving times that he has now in his life. He was blessed with a loving wife, and the ability to love animals so much. When he killed the first black cat, he was getting annoyed because he started to drink and that made his temper worse and him more moodier. When the second black cat came into his life, it was a symbol of the bad that was in his life now. The white spot that was located in the breast of the cat, symbolized the white rope that he killed the first cat with. I think that when the second black cat came, it was a sign that what he did was wrong and that all the cat wanted was to be loved, just like the love that he gave to the man, and that something else was going to happen if he didn't stop drinking. Then later in the story he kills his wife and puts her in the wall of the house. When the police realized that the woman was gone, they knew it was the man. Then the man gets sent to jail. I think that the cats could be a symbol of the good he had in his life at the time, but by letting the drinking into his life, he was betraying his family and letting bad come into the family.

Assignment 10: Bullying

     Bullying is so much more then the physical beatings we see today. You can be bullied in so many ways now a days. There is physical, verbal, emotional, cyber, and many others. Children are being bullied everyday, and its hurting them so much more then what is being seen. After watching the bullied video about a man named Jamie Nabozny, I began to have even more sympathy for the bullied kids out there then I already had. The movie was about this kid named Jamie who was being bullied for coming out about this sexuality. It was getting so bad that he ran away from home, because he didn't want to see those kids anymore. Having to deal with the bullying that was happening wasn't only hurting him, but it was hurting his family. Then when he had spoken to a woman who told him that he should take the school to court, he did and won a lot of money. I know that the money wasn't the best thing that came out of it for Jamie, but he got the chance to be free of the bullying that was going on for most of his life, and he also helped many other kids out there who are going through the same thing. While watching the movie I was thinking about the terrible things that he had to go through but also the help that he didn't get. Jamie told the school principle and vice principle many times what was going on, but he never got the help tat he needed. When they got to court the principle was denying everything.

     I have never really got bullied in my life, there has been times where I got laughed at for being myself, and for the things that I liked, but not to the point where I don't want to go back to school. When I was being made fun of for being the fun and goofy person I am at school, I got sad at the moment, but then felt like I didn't need to impress anyone and continued to be myself. I think that this is the reason why I am such a shy person now, because as I was growing up I was scared to be myself, and to scared to be laughed at. When I see someone being bullied I want to go and save that person who is being bullied, and I get so mad at that bully, but I'm not the kind of person to intervene in someone else business. I wish that I could stand up for anyone who was being bullied, but I don't have the courage to intervene in someone else business.

Assignment 8: The Necklace

     After reading the short story "The Necklace", there was a moral to the story. To recap what the story was about, it was a about a young lady who was born into a poor family, but she wanted so badly to be rich. When she grew up, she ended up marrying a man who wasn't the riches man in the village, she wanted to be rich so bad that when she got an invitation to a ball that was coming up, she begged her husband to buy her new things so that she could go. He then agrees and gives her money that he was saving to buy him something that he was really wanting. She goes to the store and buys a new dress and shoes. When she gets home he tells her how beautiful the dress is, but then again she starts complaining about how she doesn't have any jewelry, and cant go. He suggests that she borrow some from one of their good friends. The woman asked her friend if she could and she picked out the most beautiful one. At the ball she loses the necklace and spends a lot of money to try and replace it. After a few years of trying to pay for all their debts , she runs into the friend and the friend tells her that the necklace was only a replica and wasn't the really thing.

     The moral of the story is to not lie to others, don't complain about the things that you have, and money isn't everything. I think that if the woman would have told her friend what had really happened to the necklace she wouldn't have had to work hard for many years and lose all she had to pay the debts they were in. I also think that if the woman would have accepted that she didn't have all the money that she wanted and she accepted and was grateful for what she had, then she wouldn't have spend all her husbands money, and they would have money to pay their bills. Since the woman wanted to have all the money and be able to buy everything that she wanted she should have married into a rich family, the story says that she had everything she needed to be in a rich family, so she should have married into a rich family.

     After reading this story I started to think about my life and what things I have done to try and get myself out of tough situations. I don't usually lie my way through things because that doesn't help anything. If you are going to borrow something from someone then I think that you should take real good care of it, but if something bad happens and you misplace it then you should just tell the truth and see what you can do to make it better.

Assignment 7: My Self-Value

     The quotation by Jennifer James about jealousy, means to me that life shouldn't be all about being jealous of someone else. Jealousy can take a toll on people, and the only thing that can help is having self-value. When you are jealous of someone, it makes you question yourself, but becoming jealous of someone won't make you feel better about yourself. Having the thought running through your head that everyone is better then you, won't make people respect you.

     If you do not take pride in what you do and love yourself, then the people around you won't have the respect to have respect for you. When you take the chance to look within yourself and take your eyes off of others, you will find new talents that you never focused on because you never took the time to find them. Jealousy is all over, and everyone does it, but to take the time to really analyze others you don't really look within yourself. There are times when you get caught in the middle of wanting to talk about someone else, but when you do talk about someone you are putting yourself down. To take the time to look within yourself, you will find hidden talents you never knew about.

     Jealousy can take a toll on people, and it can get so bad where all you do is look at others and don't care about yourself anymore. When all you do is think about the other person and think about how well everything is going in their life, you don't really see the person for who they are also. When you are jealous of someone you are putting yourself down and also not giving that other person a chance for you to know them for who they really are. Jealousy is a terrible thing and can take over very easily, but you are the one who is on control and you need to take control of that jealousy you have.

Assignment 5: Race in America

     The world that we live in now deals with many different forms of racism, but its all the same. Everyday living we have to deal with the fear of being judged. I think that racism is a very wrong thing to do because not everyone is the same, or going to  be the same. The controversy, that is happening right now in New York City, is the kind of racism that we live in today. When I heard that there was going to be a Mosque in New York right around ground zero, my first thoughts were why? I didn't understand why there had to be a Mosque at ground zero, and why it was such a big deal.

     At first I thought that the government and they other citizens that had such a big deal with a Mosque being built at ground zero, I thought that the citizens who were making it a big deal was taking it all out of proportion. I think that the Islamic people who are building this Mosque, do have the right to practice their own religion, but I also think that they shouldn't have built it next to ground zero. Like, the man who lives in Florida, Terry Jones, he is making a bigger deal then it needs to be. Everyone has the right to practice their own religion, but it isn't right to push your religion in someone else. Evey one can believe what they would like to believe but burning the bibles of another religion, is wrong.

     Terry Jones is a pastor who lives in  Florida, and he is wanting to burn the Quran. Which is the bible of their own religion. Mr. Jones wanted to burn the books because he didn't believe in the religion, the Islamic people believed. He also thought that, with them building a Mosque at ground zero, he believed that burning the books would solve the problem. He is very much wrong because no one, with as much power as they might have, they will NEVER eliminate the amount of people who are believing in a different religion, from what they believe.

     In this situation, I think that no one is right. I believe this because, Mr. Terry Jones is doing wrong for burning the books, just because he doesn't believe. The Islamic Mosque that is being built next to ground zero, is wrong to. I think that the ones who are in charge of building a Mosque don't have a right to build it next to ground zero. They say that they are doing it for good and just because the people who caused the issues on 9/11, are of the same religion doesn't mean that they are wanting to do wrong. I believe that the Mosque could  have been built somewhere else, and they could have had enough respect for our troops, and they loved ones who were caught in 9/11 to have been built somewhere else.

    The situation ans conflict that is going on with the people who are building the Mosque and the man who wants to burn their bibles, are both in the wrong but both right. The man who is wanting to burn the bibles is wrong because he should not try and push his own beliefs on someone else, but he is also right because he is standing up for his beliefs. The people who are building the Mosque at ground zero are in the wrong because they should have enough respect for us to build it somewhere else, but are right because they understand they have the right to believe what they want.

Assignment 3: Wisdom Haiku

Life shouldn't be about how many steps you have taken,

But how far you have gone.

Always take pride in who you are,

And the person you are becoming.

You can't take back what is said and done,

All you can do is learn from it.

Assignment 1: My Written Show & Tell

     For show and tell, there would be two things that I would like to share. One of the special items that I would like to show is the baby blanket that I have from when I was born. This old blanket is so special to me because it was made from the love of my grandma Jesse. The blanket is white, with pink around the edges. This blanket isn't special to me just because my grandma made it for me, but also because it is the little piece of my grandma that I will always have with me no matter what happens. I know that, the love that she put into will always be within the blanket! My most favorite thing about the blanket, is the little tag attached to the corner that reads "With Love-Grandma", with a small red heart next to it.

     The other item that I would like to share would be a stuffed dog, named Coco. My mom got this dog for me when I was also really young. Coco is so special to me because, for one my mo gave it to me, and also because I have memories with him. When I was younger my favorite movie was The Lion King. I would watch this movie everyday, and every afternoon my mom would lie me down with a bottle, put the movie on, and I would snuggle with Coco. On the right ear of Coco there is stitches that my mom put on him because as he was getting older he got a hole, so my mom put stitches on him.

     These are the items that I would like to share because, they are old and I have had them since I was young. I have had many memories with them.