Assignment # 19 My Very Short Story

She sat down on the beach, the same bench she sits on all the time waiting.
As people pass her she examines them their clothes, their shoes, their faces, body gestures and hair. She leans forward and puts her elbows on her knees. She’s impatient and wants to leave but her body just won’t let her move.
Across the street she sees the same blue building with the same clear windows and the same countless employees going in and out the rotating doors.
She wonders what purpose the building really, truly, and rightfully has. She wonders why she’s brought here everyday, she wonders why she feels safe on the clod plain bench across the street. She wonders why her?!
Its about 9:00 p.m. now, the building security is locking and securing every door now. The lights of the brightly lit building are now dimmer than the street lights. She unwittingly and slowly lifts herself from the bench and walks home.
On her walk home she finds an acorn on the side of the road. She looks up but to her knowledge there are no trees near, she picks up the acorn and continues on her way approaching her home she enters, eats dinner, take a hot shower and is quickly off to bed.
Its Tuesday now and she gets out of her bed and walks to the closet, gets ready for her day, and leaves her house. She comes to the same bench on the same street across from the same large glass windowed building, everything was exactly the same.
As she was observed by many people everyday, everyone wondered why she sat at that bench, looking at that huge building without any concern in that she’d be there watching…………..
To be continued..

Assignment # 18 My Poem Part 3

Assignment # 18 My Poem Part 2

Assignment # 18 My Poem...

Your memory lingers within us forever,

It’s never easy to forget,

It’s never easy to forgive,

It’s never easy to say goodbye,

All the moments we have shared,

All the laughs, hugs, jokes,

All seem to drift away,

We are no longer allowed to have your presence,

The pain shoots through our blood like bullets,

The tears seem to never end,

And the shadow of death remains casted upon us living in the misery,

You are greatly missed,

And your death will forever be a horrible reminder,

 A reminder of those who attempt to do good, are at times rewarded with bad,

And just like that,

You’re gone,

Leaving behind a wife, two sons, two daughters and a huge loving family,

With the intense pain and agony, of the death of a loved one.

Assignment # 17 The Lone Ranger and Tonto

Smoke signals:Smoke signals:

The Lone Ranger and Tanto a fist fight in heaven was a very inspirational and intelligent film. It taught me about team work, how to deal with loss of a loved one, and how to become a stronger person. I learned to forgive, how to learn from hardships and to accept what is given to me, whatever it may be.

I learned about team work. As Thomas, one of the main characters did everything he could for victor, another character, but victor never gave anything back until. I believe it was the beginning of the end, victor finally saw what good of a person Thomas was, is when he finally gave back. That taught me that to receive something you want you must also give. Nothing comes to bad selfish people and those kinds of people only hurt others. Also that just because you’re angry inside doesn’t mean its okay to let out your anger on someone whom is trying to help you.

I learned thought out the movie that life is never 100 percent as you planned. That you never know what’s going to happen and that life is so beautiful because it is unpredictable, full of secrets and in time makes you strong after all the tragedies, good times or bad you must face. I learned that forgiveness is the best cure for the most horrendous wound. I learned that forgiveness is the step you need to take to forget or accept and move on. For this, I thank Sherman Alexie. I never had the strength or guidance to forgive many who’ve hurt me but, now I’ve moved on from many tragedies and I’ve forgiven many. I’ve grown more and became much stronger.

The film taught me how to cope with the loss of a loved one. It influenced my feelings I had and helped me reconstruct all the broken pieces of my heart and soul. It helped me realize that I’ll never forget about my uncle, his death, or about the horrible offender but that with time I’ll forgive and understand why. It gave me hope that things will get better. It helped me receive closure and relief. I believe in a higher power now. I believe that someone, something, took my uncle for a reason, a reason still not clear to me.

I have so far, acknowledged that my uncle is gone for a reason, that good comes to those who wait and believe, that evil people will get what they deserve, I believe in karma and most importantly I believe in myself, I believe I can move on and live happier.

The lone ranger and tanto a fist fight in heaven, smoke signals, has helped me in different ways and has influenced my life deeply. I’m a stronger more knowledgeable person now and would recommended this film to everyone and anyoneSmoke signals:

The Lone Ranger and Tanto a fist fight in heaven was a very inspirational and intelligent film. It taught me about team work, how to deal with loss of a loved one, and how to become a stronger person. I learned to forgive, how to learn from hardships and to accept what is given to me, whatever it may be.

I learned about team work. As Thomas, one of the main characters did everything he could for victor, another character, but victor never gave anything back until. I believe it was the beginning of the end, victor finally saw what good of a person Thomas was, is when he finally gave back. That taught me that to receive something you want you must also give. Nothing comes to bad selfish people and those kinds of people only hurt others. Also that just because you’re angry inside doesn’t mean its okay to let out your anger on someone whom is trying to help you.

I learned thought out the movie that life is never 100 percent as you planned. That you never know what’s going to happen and that life is so beautiful because it is unpredictable, full of secrets and in time makes you strong after all the tragedies, good times or bad you must face. I learned that forgiveness is the best cure for the most horrendous wound. I learned that forgiveness is the step you need to take to forget or accept and move on. For this, I thank Sherman Alexie. I never had the strength or guidance to forgive many who’ve hurt me but, now I’ve moved on from many tragedies and I’ve forgiven many. I’ve grown more and became much stronger.

The film taught me how to cope with the loss of a loved one. It influenced my feelings I had and helped me reconstruct all the broken pieces of my heart and soul. It helped me realize that I’ll never forget about my uncle, his death, or about the horrible offender but that with time I’ll forgive and understand why. It gave me hope that things will get better. It helped me receive closure and relief. I believe in a higher power now. I believe that someone, something, took my uncle for a reason, a reason still not clear to me.

I have so far, acknowledged that my uncle is gone for a reason, that good comes to those who wait and believe, that evil people will get what they deserve, I believe in karma and most importantly I believe in myself, I believe I can move on and live happier.

The lone ranger and tanto a fist fight in heaven, smoke signals, has helped me in different ways and has influenced my life deeply. I’m a stronger more knowledgeable person now and would recommended this film to everyone and anyone

The Lone Ranger and Tanto a fist fight in heaven was a very inspirational and intelligent film. It taught me about team work, how to deal with loss of a loved one, and how to become a stronger person. I learned to forgive, how to learn from hardships and to accept what is given to me, whatever it may be.

I learned about team work. As Thomas, one of the main characters did everything he could for victor, another character, but victor never gave anything back until. I believe it was the beginning of the end, victor finally saw what good of a person Thomas was, is when he finally gave back. That taught me that to receive something you want you must also give. Nothing comes to bad selfish people and those kinds of people only hurt others. Also that just because you’re angry inside doesn’t mean its okay to let out your anger on someone whom is trying to help you.

I learned thought out the movie that life is never 100 percent as you planned. That you never know what’s going to happen and that life is so beautiful because it is unpredictable, full of secrets and in time makes you strong after all the tragedies, good times or bad you must face. I learned that forgiveness is the best cure for the most horrendous wound. I learned that forgiveness is the step you need to take to forget or accept and move on. For this, I thank Sherman Alexie. I never had the strength or guidance to forgive many who’ve hurt me but, now I’ve moved on from many tragedies and I’ve forgiven many. I’ve grown more and became much stronger.

The film taught me how to cope with the loss of a loved one. It influenced my feelings I had and helped me reconstruct all the broken pieces of my heart and soul. It helped me realize that I’ll never forget about my uncle, his death, or about the horrible offender but that with time I’ll forgive and understand why. It gave me hope that things will get better. It helped me receive closure and relief. I believe in a higher power now. I believe that someone, something, took my uncle for a reason, a reason still not clear to me.

I have so far, acknowledged that my uncle is gone for a reason, that good comes to those who wait and believe, that evil people will get what they deserve, I believe in karma and most importantly I believe in myself, I believe I can move on and live happier.

The lone ranger and tanto a fist fight in heaven, smoke signals, has helped me in different ways and has influenced my life deeply. I’m a stronger more knowledgeable person now and would recommended this film to everyone and anyone

Assignment #16: My Journey

I awake to a bright sun peering through the window. As I sit upon my bed I begin to wonder, is my life just a fairytale? I lay back and see walls drenched in luxury. A flat screen TV, a huge entertainment system, old expensive antiques, and my huge Venetian style bed. I rise from my bed, open the curtains and take in the beauty of the outdoors. With a feeling of emptiness in my heart and soul, I walk into the kitchen. The granite kitchen counter tops, stainless steel refrigerator, top of the line pot and pans, and the one hundred dollar knife set now, have no value to me. Looking in the dining and living room a feel a deeper feeling of regret. The flat screen, entertainment center, game counsels, and fireplace seem unattainable. The feeling of wasted time, energy and money, run through my blood like bullets. As I stand there with a feeling of confusion, I again am pulled to look out the window. I see the field just out side my fence. Butterflies’ twirling around, the sunflowers brushing the freshly dewed grass, and beautiful aroma is calling me. I run up stairs and prepare to head out into the first day of the rest of my life.

I step out of my cabin and head towards the field. The trail is yellow golden brown and is filled with scattered blue and green pebbles. I head down the trail and come upon many inquisitive things. I see a family of grasshoppers sunbathing on a boulder. I see cabins that look exactly like mine. I hear the laughter of various families spending time together at the dinner table. I head deeper into the field and things seem to have a bit of a change. The trees get taller. The leaves start disappearing. The animals slowly drift away. In addition, the voices of others start to fade until there is noting left but the sound of my footsteps. As the field begin to become cold and discreet, I gaze up too a tall thin tree and I spot a chubby little blue bird sitting on a branch. The branch is thin, brittle and makes a cracking noise after every movement the bird makes. As it sits on that small branch, the bird stares down at me. The bird is at a complete stand still. The bird does not make any kind of movement, noise, nor does it change the direction of its eyes. The birds focus and concentration draw me in. The deep look upon the both, the bird and myself is so unique and beautiful. I Begin to feel the bird’s emotions. I feel that the bird is sending me a signal a spiritual signal of some sort. Just like that, the bird flies passed me spinning and twirling in the air. Still in disbelief, I gaze at the bird in aw. It heads toward what seems to be an edge of a mountain. I feel a pull in my legs, my heart begins to pond and I start to run after the bird. The trees are racing past me. What I was surrounded by before seems to disintegrate. The edge seems to be getting closer and closer.

Just before, I fall of the edge of the mountain a stop, as the bird dances with the clouds. I look down over the edge and there is nothing. It looks like a black hole with no ending. I look directly across and I see another mountain. Purple, red, yellow orange and green fill the sky and background behind the second mountain. Small misty clouds are now surrounding me. I see the bird again; it is now sitting on top of the mountain staring straight at me as it was on the tree. I once again put all of my concentration on the bird and stare directly into its eyes. The bird then says to me “come.” I stand there shocked and say nothing back. Again, the bird says, “come” “Come Now”. This time I yell back “I I can’t”. The bird slightly tilts its head and responds, “Yes you can. Just feel it. Just start running.” I take my eyes off the bird and seek a route to the mountain but I see nothing. The mountain seems to now be floating in thin air. I yell to the bird who is still in the same position “I can’t get to you the track is gone I can’t!” The bird quietly and calmly says, “Close your eyes, believe you can, let go just let go.” I do as I am told and I insistently being to float. I open my eyes and see two small birds are holding me. These birds are as little as can be. They take me to the mountain a set me down next to the little blue bird. The bird then says, “Look into the volcano.” “Volcano?” I ask Then as I look down the once to be thought mountain transforms itself into a volcano. I look down see my once adored family, my cabin, my pets, all my riches and wealth being swirled around until there’s nothing but a baby picture of me left. I asked, “What happened to all my things? What is going on?” The bird then says, “Those item were never yours that family wasn’t what you wanted it to be, and that money will never be your escape.” I believe the little bird that sat on that brittle branch was a gift sent to me. A gift greatly appreciated. It thought me that I was living a lie and that I was covering up the pain with my riches. The bird said, “This is your time, take it, recreate yourself, be the you really want to be.” and just like that my baby picture was next to me and my past had vanished.

Assignment #15: Multiple Intelligence Essay

After learning about Gardner’s multiples intelligences I came to a consensus that I have more unique traits that I never knew I had. His list from top to bottom taught me about my self then any year of my life.
One teaching or intelligence I discovered I was an intrapersonal. I learned that I have a lot of self smarts and that I learn better from working by myself rather than when im in a group. I learned that my main energy and spirit is controlled by my own self intelligence than from an outside source. I believe, this intelligence, is where I get all of my self confidence and self worth from. However intrapersonal intelligences are only one of the many intelligences I have. I’m also very influenced with interpersonal mtelligence, where I learn well with others. I think I have this intelligence because of the fact that I’m a complete people person. I love to work in an environment where I can relate to and interact with people that I do work with. I believe iam a more productive and efficient when iaqm working with a group of people that I enjoy being around, but yet on the other hand, I think I work less efficiently with people I cant or do not relate to.
I’ve also discovered that iam equally influenced by spatial, linguistic and existential intelligence. I believe im spatial because of the fact that im a believer before a judger. I think and feel when something is or is not true. I think aim linguistic simply because I love to write, speak and debate in simple words, I have racing mind, mouth and spirit. I believe iam existential because I use my senses to work out everything in my life, I use my sight then touch, sound, smell and then finally my ability to taste if need be. I believe those are my highest most valid influences of intelligences I contain and posses.
Howard Gardner has taught me a lot about myself. I’ve explored my mind in a whole new way. I’ve learned why im intelligent, where my intelligence is and where it is strongest and weakest. Most importantly I’ve learned who I am and now it’s broadened my way of thinking and has influenced my future.

Assignment #14 Persuasive Essay: Uniforms

School Uniforms, BLECK!!!!!!!!

    

School uniforms are being used all over the world today. More schools than less believe that school uniforms are a solution to the bullying that students have to face on a daily basis. The question, thought, that has not been fully addressed is how do the students feel bout uniforms? How do uniforms affect their daily life, and are uniforms really a solution?

Let us begin with a brief discussion and description of uniforms. Uniforms are a structured shirt and pant or skirt set, which is commonly used by many schools today. Uniforms are limited in colors, most often are hard to find, and are, in many cases, very expensive. The design of uniforms is plain and they have no way of helping the student express their personal design and style. According to The Public School Review, statistics show that schools that have a uniform policy in place, tend to have a rise in school violence, grade decline, and are causing harm to the student’s transition into adulthood. Actually, the only pro the Public School Review had to offer for school uniforms is that students have a higher expectance to succeed in school. Uniforms are a hassle to find, are a hassle to take care of and are a meaning less request to put on students.

In some cases, uniforms have a tendency to annoy some parents. It puts a toll on parents because not only do they have to buy their child personal clothes they also are expected to buy their child uniforms. Uniforms have also seen shown to not only put a toll on the checkbook of parents but also on the Childs dependence on the parents to upkeep their uniforms. Uniforms have to be carefully washed dried and kept to prevent shrinkage, color fading, and a and the possibility of the uniform being ruined. Studies have shown that six out of ten parents agree that uniforms are more of a hassle than of a solution. In addition, studies have shown that parents are more likely to be less involved in a student’s education because of the lack of time, money and strength.

In addition, uniforms tend to take away the creative deign and style of the student. A uniform takes away the students individuality and sets them alike everyone else without giving them the chance to express themselves. Uniforms are a negative way to encourage a student to do well. I know for myself if I look good I feel good and if I feel good I get more involved I try my hardest and I am happy at school. For students that are made to wear uniforms that opportunity is taken from them. They not only have to wear something that is uncomfortable to them they are refused the right to dress as they please and are learning to have less individuality than others. The effect and toll uniforms leave on a person is not only because they dislike the clothing but also put them in a higher stake of being made fun of because of the way the uniform looks on them. Administrators and other staff believe that uniforms can decrease the bullying that is happening but indeed it does not decrease it seems to increase because students have more details to look into. The way uniforms are constructed and built is very boxy and straight forward, they are a bit uncomfortable and are not number one choicer for many.

I believe uniforms should not be mandatory. The student should have the choice to wear what they please. Making the students wear the same thing is going to improve the school its just going to ruin it more. Uniforms are not a solution they are a problem. A problem schools should not be making, a problem that students should not have to face, and a problem that should not exist.

Assignment # 13 Halloween Haiku

Hooray Halloween

My favorite holiday
It’s finally here!
...Anonymous

Goon’s goblins and ghost
Have finally arrived
Prowling through the night
…Unknown

The bleeding darkness
Intoxicating aroma
The neck of humans
…Vampires

The misty night sky
Black cat eyes focused on you
Relax its only Halloween
…Unknown

Simple little knock
A child trick or treating
A continuous mystery
…Lady down the street

Assignment # 12 The Black Cat

After reading The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe, I felt like he was trying to inform the reader of various things. One being the effect of insanity. The effect of alcohol to ones state of mind and well-being. Next, to show the difference between good and evil or vengeance. Lastly, to show that anyone is capable to become insane and to show that you must be grateful and never take advantage of your life.

Edgar Allan Poe expresses most of his morals to his story through imagery. For example, He uses the first black cat to show love and compassion. His love for the cat is all he can ever think about and cat become all is actually is about. He uses alcohol to show the evils of life. He shows that temptation or over indulgence sucks the life out of you and make you turn for the worst. He shows evolution and purity or good with the second black cat with the one white spot. He makes it a point to shoe that you can never get rid of the truth by destroying it you have to salvage what little good still exists and deal with the bad in a healthy manner. He uses in sanity as a warning to the reader of what is possible. He goes insane and loses everything, which is an example of how evil gets the best of you.

I believe that Edgar Allan Poe had more reason to write The Black Cat then just because he was a writer. I believe it was away to deal with the bad he was facing. Maybe even to salvage the only purity he still obtained. On the other hand, it even may have been away of alerting someone that he needed help and he needed it fast. The Black Cat made me think of a time in my life where the bad kept coming back and to regain sanity I had to find the only purity and sanity I had left to overcome the evil. It was an incident I will not soon forget. I was about fourteen years old and I had just left school. I walked home with my two best friends and on our walk home, we came upon a group of guys. At the time, we were immature teenagers. I knew that having a boyfriend before the age of fifteen was unacceptable in my family but I figured what they hay I’m almost fifteen. My friends and I past the group of guys hoping they would notice us and in fact, they did. They followed behinds whispering amongst themselves before one of them yelled out “where you ladies going?” Excited because a guy had actually noticed us we stop and turned around to talk to them. It seemed like it all worked out each of us had a guy we were interested in and everything was going good. We left with a guy’s phone number in our hands and I kiss good-bye. That was all we could talk about for the next couple of days. One of my friends never formed anything more than just a friendship with the guy she met but my other friend and I had made those guys our boyfriends. I held it from my parents for at least three months. By that time, the guilt was eating me alive I knew it was wrong and I knew it had to stop. I told my mom everything that had happened and even though she was disappointed in me, she forgave me. In my case, compared to The Black Cat, The first black cat, the evil, was the boy and the guilt eating at me, the second black cat was my own conscious reminding me what was good and what was bad, and the white spot was the purity coming into my body to help me tell the truth to set me free of guilt.

The Black Cat serves as a great story to show the way guilt and evil could change you world for the worst’s. It serves as a representation that good is always better than evil and it shows you that you cannot let one mistake ruin your life.

Assignment # 11 The Concrete Rose

At first glace, The Concrete Rose by Tupac Shakur, seemed to tell a story about a rose that actually did grow from a crack in the concrete. I did not take the time to actually see the message that was being said. The concrete Rose is not a poem about an actual rose but of an actual person.

It seems to me like Tupac was actually talking about himself, in the poem. He wanted to voice that he was that rose that grew from the concrete, that person that grew through hard times. By saying, the rose was “Proving nature’s law” by growing through the concrete he was actually saying he was proving nature’s law. The nature being a young black man making it through the days, growing stronger and proving that nothing could stop his success. He stated, “By keeping its dreams it learned to breathe fresh air,” which to me seemed like he is actually saying, by staying strong he became more and more powerful and faced the world without fear one breath at a time. Also said was “Long live the rose that grew from the ground, when no one else cared”.

As for my personal opinion, that last part of the poem was the greatest. It spoke truth, strength and courage. In actuality, he was saying long live Tupac, even if no one cared. He ended the poem with great force and pride. He knew who he was and he was content with himself even if other people were not. You see the thing about Tupac that really gets me is that he was very much disliked, he came from nothing but he made a name for himself. He made people notice him even if they did not want to. He made people listen to his music, read his literature, but most importantly, he had the power to make people remember him to this day.

I personally love Tupac’s music and poems.In my personal opinion, he has a sort of writing talent that many can never seemed to achieve. He is defiantly one of the greatest, may he rest in peace, knowing that he is still alive through his music and the inspirations he has left within the heart of the world.

Assignment # 10 Bullying

For this assignment, I was asked to reflect on the story we heard about bulling, to think of a time when I was bullied, when I was the bully, and how I felt in those types of situations. To tell you the truth I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t bullied. I was picked on for what seems to be everything. I was picked on for being too fat, for being too smart, for having nice and expensive thing, for having my dad still in my life and even at times for something as little as wearing a color I should and should not be wearing. I also can think of a time that I myself was a bully. I bullied my bully back. I pick out little things about her that I know she disliked and I toyed around with her emotions, as she did mine.

When I was bullied, it was the worst feeling in the world for me. At times some bullies made me feel as low as the floor. At times, I had no self-confidence, no drive to succeed and everything that I enjoyed seemed to slip away. I knew at the time that they were wrong and that their actions towards me were simply hate but, never fully understood why me? Looking in the past I kind of get a feeling of why, I think it was mostly because, I was popular in middle school, I did have a lot of things and I was a bit of a show off. I mean not to use that as an excuse for them but I had it coming to me I guess you could say. I think the absolutely worst part of the bulling though was when my mom tried to intervene and try to solve the problem. My mom went day after day to complain to administration that I went home sad, I could not focus on school and I basically gave up. Dispite the zero amount of help my mom received from the school she did indeed help the problem. After a few mediations with my bullies they got the picture that I had, back up I was not alone and that from that point on I was going to defend my self. That’s when the problems seemed to get a bit bumpier.

By not receiving, any help from my school my parents and I decided to take it into our own hands. My mom defended me when she could and then I slowly began to defend myself. Defending my self seemed to work for the first couple of times and then it soon became a problem. Our silly little words going aback and forth to each other turned into violence, we started heightening each other. We started to push each other in hallways and stare each other down. At one point, it got so bad that we actually had a physical altercation between each other. I men it never resolved it self it created either more and more problems or it created more fear or more dominances between us. After the altercation occurred the violence, bullying, and contact began to die down we began to avoid each other until one day she was kicked out of school. That day was the best day in my middle school life, I was ecstatic. It seemed like when she left my life had one less worry. I knew she’d probably return but at the time, I didn’t care, I just thought of it as a vacation from all the drama I had been going through.

When I began, high school I was glad too see she had not followed me. My freshman year was fantastic because the bullying had stopped. I mean there was some name calling here and there from other people but nothing highly sever that I couldn’t handle. It wasn’t until my sophomore year that my bully had returned. This time it seemed to be worse because of the unresolved conflicts we still had. I though I could just pick up where we left off, ignoring each other. Seems to be that I guessed wrong that didn’t work. We started the conflict almost immediately and again we created an altercation. Thankful for me that altercation cost her enrollment at AHA and she was again kicked out of school.

I know ill always have a bully. There is always going to be that someone that is going to attempt to lower my self-esteem. I know that will never be possible though. I am stronger than I have ever been before. I am more intelligent, strong and well mined and I know that one ignorant person does not have the power to get me down. I now know the affect bullying had in my life I do regret being a bully but, at the time, it was my way to release the pain to release all the anger I kept inside. However, I did learn from my mistakes, they made me stronger, they made me the person I am today and I would never change that.

　

Assignment #9 Alien Contact

In one crazy and hectic week the unthinkable happened. Planet earth and a mysterious planet called Hubba became one and the world was like never before.

See it goes back to when planet earth was just plain old planet earth. Where the “normal” human would go to work, school come home, cook, lie on the couch, and then go to bed. As it seems humans have evolved into a pretty lazy and boring type of mammal. All that seemed to change on one Saturday evening when all were asleep in a small town called Littlesburg.

Littlesburg is a small place filled with groves, corn mazes, and barns as homes and tractors as cars. At the end of Apple Valley Street stood a tall big red and black barn. It was surrounded with a perfectly painted picketed fence, corn, a large garden, various animals and a huge oak tree with a well-built tree house. The barn was home to three young kids a mother a father and just about every knickknack you could ever imagine. Bob, the oldest, was the stubborn, know it all in the family, and was always envious of his brothers. Ned, the middle child, was the laid-back type of kid. He entertained himself with findings of bugs and reading long novels from his father’s library. Teddy, the youngest of the three, was always seeking adventure. He spent most of his time imagining a life of action. He would often sit up in the tree house and pretend he was some sort of scientist that invent or discovered something new. The boy’s parents Mike and Barb were the envy of all kids they were the type of parents that lived to please their kids. They never told the boys no and they were very discouraged when their children were denied of something.

Littlesburg was as it always was on that one Saturday calm and peaceful until that evening little burg would never be the same. As teddy sat in his tree house he saw a light emerge from their chicken coop. this stroked teddy as rare because he knew everybody was inside getting ready for bed and the tracker that was usually used to drive to the chicken coop was still parked next to the barn. Before teddy started freaking out, he began to evaluate the possible reasons for this nurturance. One, his father could have been restless from being inside and took a walk too the coop, two it could have been the moon lights reflection that he had saw or three, his brothers could have been pull a prank on him in attempt to scare him. After serious consideration teddy became curious a built up the courage to walk to the coop. with a flashlight in one hand and a stick in the other he quickly head out to the coop before anybody could notice where he had scurried off to.

When arriving to the chicken coop he discovered a medium sized child look-a-like cooking what seemed to him to be eggs. He approached the child look-alike and said “hello?” The child look-alike turned around and quickly replied “hello please excuse my mess I didn’t mean to cause any bother to you.” quickly gathering his thoughts teddy replied “no no bother at all but who are you?” “How rude of me I’m sorry, my name is Jorge.” said the child look-alike. “I‘m teddy nice to meet you.” “Where did come from?” asked Teddy. “I’m from planet Hubba. It’s about 3000 Millaknocks from here.” replied Jorge “Oh. Um not to be rude or anything but why are you here I mean why are you here in my chicken coop?” said Teddy “ I‘ve come to receive some yum” said Jorge “yum?’ said Teddy puzzlingly “yes yum you see on my planet we don’t have any so every year me and my family travel to your planet in search of some yum and we stumbled upon yours I hope that’s ok” explained Jorge as he pointed to the bowl of scrambled eggs. Still puzzled teddy asked “where’s your family?” “They’re waiting for me in the carship. You wanna meet them?” asked Jorge “Sure why not” Said Teddy. They headed out of the chicken coop both with hand full’s of containers filled with “Yum.”

As they approached the carship Jorge’s brother Clint got out and said “Oh Jorge what trouble did you get into now?” “None Clint I want you to meet someone.” said Jorge. They got to the carship and there sat Clint Jorge’s older brother, Jane Jorge’s older sister and Scruffy their family pet. “Clint this is Teddy my new friend and owner of this place.” said Jorge. “Nice to meet you Teddy I‘m Clint I hope we haven’t been a bother to you.” said Clint. “Not at all actually I‘d love it if you‘d meet my family!” Exclaimed Teddy “Alright we‘ll meet them.” Said Clint. “Great follow me.” said Teddy. Then Teddy, Clint, Jane, Scruffy and Jorge headed off to the barn so that the foreigners could meet Teddy’s family.

When they approached the barn, Teddy had noticed that his father, Mike, was outside working on their farming truck. “Dad?” said Teddy “Yes son?” said Mike. “I want you to meet my new friends.” said Teddy. “Friends? Isn‘t it a bit late for friends son? You should be…” Mikes dad said as he slowly stopped speaking after seeing Teddy’s new friends. “Dad these are my friends Clint, Jane, Jorge and their pet Scruffy.” said Teddy “Well hello there folks. Excuse me one minute I‘m going to go get my wife and my other sons so ya‘ll could meet them as well.” said Teddy’s father still in shock. The six waited outside until they saw teddy’s father, mother and two brothers emerge from the barn. They approached the other six and Teddy’s father said “Hunny, Boys, I’d like you to meet Teddy’s new friends Clint Jane Jorge and their pet Scruffy.” “Hello nice to meet ya’ll I’m Barb Teddy’s mother.” said Barb “I’m Ned Teddy’s older brother and I’m Bob Teddy’s oldest brother.” Said the boys. “Would ya’ll like to come inside to get outta this cold weather?” asked Barb “Yes thank you very much” said Jane. Then they all walked together to the barn.

In the barn, they all sat in the living area starring at each other in awe. To break the awkward silence Barb asked “Where do ya’ll come from?” “We‘re from planet Hubba” Said Jane “That’s fantastic. How long do ya’ll plan to stay?” asked Barb “Not to long.” Said Clint. “Well we were looking at some opportunities to live here but, we don’t know how people would take to our kind. Not meaning anything negative to you guys your hospitalities been great.” Said Jane. “Well I mean the people around here are pretty boring our town needs some excitement anyways. If ya’ll do wanna stay we have an extra smaller barn a few yards down that you’d be able to live in.” Said Mike “Thank you very much that sounds fantastic.” Said Jane excitedly. Teddy’s family helped them move into the smaller barn that same night. They gave the blankets, pillows, and went their separate ways to sleep.

When the morning came Teddy and Jorge had already gotten ready and started to explore the out doors, Bob, Ned and Clint went off to town to talk with the town’s people and Jane, Barb, Mike and Scruffy stayed at the barn to get to know each other better. They talked for hours and came up with a plan to keep them living there for as long as they wanted. The Boys and Clint came back with great news; the town’s people were thrilled that they were there and they even found a job for Clint at the local store and enrolled Jorge in Teddy’s school so they could attend together. Days passed and everything was shaping up to be a great new life for Jane, Clint, Jorge and Scruffy.

They quickly became welcome and were labeled official Littlesburg citizens. Jane met a wonderful person named Doug and quickly made a life with him. Clint also found a beautiful woman to call his wife and began to build his family with her. Jorge and scruffy went on and opened their own “Planet Traveling Agency” and helped different newcomers travel from their planets to earth. Teddy also became apart of Jorge’s business and began his own family just as everyone else did. Bob and Ned moved away from Littlesburg for college and to spread the word about planet traveling. Mike and Barb became grandparents of many grandchildren and lived a happy rest of their life. Everything seemed to fall into place for them and they all……. Lived happily ever after.



Asssignment #7 Self Value..........

After reading the jealousy quote, written by Jennifer James, I felt a feeling of security, wonder and thought. In my opinion everyone has a bit of jealousy in their lives today. Whether it is jealousy towards others or jealousy they receive from others. With that being said, I’d like to take a moment of your time to further more express, in detail, what jealousy means to me.

As the quote said “Jealousy is simply and clearly the fear that you do not have value.” As for my personal opinion I couldn’t agree more with the author. When I see the act of jealousy, it’s simply because a person finds a value in another that they wish they had. To give you a visual example you see jealousy in both women and men. For most women their jealousy is caused by another woman having a certain materialistic trait that they want. For most men their jealousy is triggered from lack of dominance or control. Women also tend to have jealousy in men. Women to men jealousy are usually triggered again by dominance or control. Some women feel inadequate to a more dominate man which causes a great deal of jealousy. Men also tend to have a great deal of jealousy in women. In most cases men to women jealousy is triggered by looks, beauty, and attraction. Some men are jealous of women because they get more attention than men.

Also in the quote it was stated “There is only one alternative to self value.” I believe that line ties it all in. it reminds me of one quote that said “you must first love yourself before you love another.” In other words you have to love and accept every part of your life before you go out chasing and envying someone else’s. For instance a woman who finds another woman that has a “happier” family hasn’t fully looked into her own life and family to witness the true beauty and love. Negativity and want brings jealousy to the point of no return. People get so intertwined the envy of someone’s life that they forget what they have and sometimes it’s more than you’ve ever expected. See, you can’t have everything you just have to appreciate what you do have and not feel the need to change.

Something also mentioned was “If you cannot love yourself, you will not believe that you are loved. You will always think it's a mistake or luck. Take your eyes off others and turn the scanner within. Find the seeds of your jealousy, clear the old voices and experiences. Put all the energy into building your personal and emotional security. Then you will be the one others envy, and you can remember the pain and reach out to them.” This part of the quote is my favorite because in so many words its saying let loose, let the world pass you by without noticing every detail, love your life for what it is and be thankful.

This quote helped me realize that being unique and different is not necessarily a bad thing. Loving you and knowing that what you have is so much more then what you think is a gift and without loving yourself as a whole first how can you ever be truly happy.

Controversy Around The World.

        In this essay i will be expressing my opinion about the controversy of the building of the Islamic mosque near Ground Zero in New York City, how and what issues have surfaced a national debate, the controversy in Florida regarding the burning of the Quran, also the relativity of these stories and how they compare the views of immigration in this country. I'll be explaining how they all tie together but also how they differ.

          First i am going to discuss the current debate of the building of the Islamic worship place or mosque, that is said to be built near Ground Zero in New York City. I believe that the buzz of the Islamic mosque that is said to be built two blocks from Ground Zero where the Twin Towers stood before 9/11 is an being made up to be a big deal and a big mess. The Islamic mosque has not officially been approved to be built in that actual spot yet, its still an idea that's up in the air. i understand that the building of said mosque could be interpreted as a disrespectful gesture or even act as a threat to many. In my opinion i believe many interpret the building as a disrespectful gesture or threat because of the fatal and unfortunate event on 9/11. i believe the building is neither a disrespectful gesture or threat because of the following reasons; the Islamic mosque is said to be built two blocks away from Ground Zero, the Islamic community do not want the building of the mosque to be seen as a threat solely as a representation of their amendment and right, not all Islamic or Muslim people are "terrorist", and how are we ever going to "forgive but never forget" if we are not willing to be open up to see and share common grounds with a different or foreign community? I believe that as its said on the statue of liberty and in our own bill of rights any one and everyone is welcome to have their own freedoms and rights.

        The second idea i am going to openly talk about is about the issue of the burning of the Quran in Florida by a small christian church. First i would like to make the point that this issue has made a huge impact on the lives of everyone around the world. it has become a world wide epidemic that has successfully turned the religious beliefs and ways upside down. The issue of the burning of the Quran in Florida has raised a huge concern of disrespect in religion and has singled out many peoples of the world. in my personal opinion i believe the the actual burning of the Quran is a horrible idea, i could only see bad coming from it. If the burning of the Quran would happen i believe the troops that are still in stationed in the battlefields will be put in great danger, wars will be on the rise and the world as we know it will lose its some what stability that it has today. I believe the church has decided to attempt this act because of the up coming issue of the building of the Islamic mosque that is said to be built two blocks from Ground Zero. Is till don't fully understand how 50 plus people can cause such a ruckus in the world today. i hope the church decides not to burn the many copies of the Qurans and learn to understand and view the other side of their issue. I hope the church would understand that you can't fix fire with fire and they have to "grow up."

      Now i am going to discuss and express my feelings of the current views of immigration in the country today. A lot of immigration issues are brought up on a daily basis. From immigrants not being considered equal to others to the false accusations of the reason why immigrants want to be apart of the united states. Before i began to discuss my views on this topic i would like to included that i am a huge supporter of freedom and i believe strongly in allowing any human being the right to be apart of the u.s. Some may say that allowing Mexican immigrants to move into the u.s causes a threat to the population. Coming from a family of many immigrant of Mexico immigration has played a huge part in my life. My father, Grandfather, Uncles and Aunts have all been through the process of becoming American citizens. My family, luckily have been very successful in life. Point be made, I'm not saying all Mexican immigrants come to the u.x to do good but many do. The people of the u.s who don't personally know a majority of immigrants are made to believe that every one who crosses the border is trouble but in reality that's not always the truth. Some cartel members who do cross the border with drugs, weapons, prostitutes, and other contraband make up a small percentage of immigrants coming from Mexico. The u,s is seen as an opportunity to have a better life and who are we to take that away from another person? I believe that as time goes on and as the immigration laws get more and more ridiculous thee more it will seem that the world is changing back to the whites vs. blacks faze but instead of whites vs. blacks it will soon be Mexicans vs. everybody else. Mexican people seem to be the only targeted immigrants that are being treated so unfairly. i believe that people seem to forget that immigrants coming out of all parts of the world bring violence, drugs, and other contraband. It seems to be that as time goes on the education and in site of other cultures, races, and ethnicity is being forgotten due to the bias and racism we have today. I believe that the immigration laws should be reviewed and changed to be more fairly.

     

      All of the these stories are tied together by the unfairness and controversial impact its made on the world today. The views of each of these topics are similar in the ways the outcast people are treated and how the world must change if any progress is wanted to be made. i believe that the world is already in a bunch of trouble instead of fixing problems were actually creating more. we, as a country, need to be open to all and start fixing and owning up to our flaws before anything else is done.

Outlook on "I Dream A World" By Langston Hughes

"I Dream A World"
I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn.
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom's way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind--
Of such I dream, my world!

The poem "i dream a world" by Langston Hughes makes me believe that hes in a time period were inequality is a strong influence of life. it makes me wonder what special freedoms i have in my life today and it makes me appreciate all that has been given to me. The poem gives me the idea that something can only be  changed if someone tries to change it. Also that nothing comes easy you have to work for what you want and never give up.

        The poem "I Dream A World" by Langston Hughes, makes me remember a time in my past where i was being verbally and mentally harassed by students for supporting and standing by my aunt for being homosexual. Can remember in 7th grade a group of students would make fun of and talk badly about lesbians a gay men. Coming from a open minded family i never saw a difference in people. I have always valued the person for who they were and never really cared about the little details of their personal lifestyle. so when those students would speak about homosexual people in a harm full way i would get highly offended. My aunt who i am very closed to is a homosexual and i have always believed that even though she liked women she was the same as everyone else. i took and took as much harassment as i possibly could and then i was so fed up with them when finally i stood up for myself. i confronted the group of students and spoke my mind. I expressed to them that even though people have different likes they have a lot of similarity's. I also made the point that as they made fun of people they were actually making themselves look ignorant and were actually making a fool of themselves. I took the approach of trying to change the outlook of a couple of peoples views to hopefully change the way others looked at other people. In attempt of that i hope that my little act of trying to change something would hopefully, in the long run, would appreciate and value individual lives. I still have much to learn about individual beliefs and about other lifestyles that differ from mine.

   

      With that being said, I believe anything can be changed if someone is willing to have the courage to make a change. Its all about not giving the other person the power to take your courage from you. Its about standing up for your self and for your beliefs and for supporting another person. Also for not only supporting that person who is attempting to change something but to look up to them and take a lead as they did. No body in this world is the same but i think that's what makes the world so beautiful. The different cultures, colors, lifestyles, likes, dislikes, sexuality, and values are what color our world today. i believe if people would just stop look around and take a breath to appreciate the true meaning of life, life would be way more easier to be apart of.

Show and Tell: "My Lowrider Dream"

      Show and tell days were my favorite when i was in elementary school. They were they days i could show everyone a special item that no one else had, something that i treasured deeply.

     My lowrider bike is something I'd chose to "show and tell" about. It has a lot of work, spirit, love, tears, and stories put in to it. See my dad, Luis Villegas, has been a lowrider fanatic ever since his childhood. Living in the heart of downtown El Paso Texas and in the "Barrio" part of Juarez, Chihuahua he used to sit out side of his childhood home and watch the beautiful unique cars go by. He'd dream about one day owning his own lowrider to treasure. Something magnificent he could be proud of and have pride in. That one special thing that would influence the better part of his life. My uncle, Salvador Sandoval, Started my fathers dream. He help my dad put together a lowrider car, his own unique and special lowrider dream.

    

      My dad from then on has continued, the what you would call, "The Lowrider Lifestyle." He showed me how beautiful lowriders can actually be. The real meaning of being apart of the lowrider lifestyle. He showed me that owning a lowrider and being part of that kind of life style isn't about gangs, violence, or drugs. Its about the pride in having an amazing hobby. Its about enjoying life, having fun with friends, seeing the different designs and styles of cars and bikes. Its not about how many members you have or about representing a something ridiculous, its about showing off your "treasures" having pride in your creations and showing the world your natural ability of design.

      

       My lowrider dream started when i was only five years old. My dad had a lowrider car and was already apart of a car club named No Limit Car and Bike club. He was apart of No Limit for about two years until he moved on and created his own club, Suenos Unidos Car and Bike Club, in 2001. As soon as my dad became president of Suenos Unidos he started on my dream, my treasure, my lowrider bike, Lil Pimpin.

      

       My bike started of as a simple red little lowrider bike. I won many first place prizes for my bike. At the time i was just excited to be holding a trophy taller than i was. I didn't fully understand that my bike had beat over 70 entry's at a time. A couple years passed and i changed my outlook on my bike i wanted a fresh new design something a little more flashy then my first initial project. My bike was then painted a baby sky blue with dark blue accents and a new frame design. I then began to win more and more awards as time went on. I had the bike to beat, the envy of many car clubs. I soon realized that my ideas for my bike were something new ideas that no other clubs really thought about. I got together with my dad and my uncle and we created what is now my 1966 Schwinn lowrider bike. Its a green full custom lowrider bike with gold and silver designs. It has four beautiful murals, on one side it has a mural of Jesus's face and of Praying hands and on the other side it has murals of praying hands and the eagle from the Mexican flag. The murals on my bike have a major significance to my life. The mural of Jesus face and of the praying hands is a representation of my faith and the mural of the eagle from the Mexican flag represents the pride i have in my Mexican heritage. The parts of my bike are all custom made, by either my father or my uncle. It is one-hundred percent original and unique.

    

     To conclude, my lowrider bike is not just a hobby or something that wins awards, its actually so much more than that. Its a representation of a daughter and father bond. Something my family can enjoy while spend time together. It is a heart, a dream, a lifestyle, a project that can never be finished but most importantly its my special unforgettable childhood memory i will always have to treasure.

Haiku

The life given to you is a virtue but to many it’s nothing

When everything is nothing it makes you wonder what you've missed out on.

Let go of your past, appreciate your present, and prepare for your future.