Personal Response to both Brave New World and Amusing Ourselves to Death

“Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley and “Amusing Ourselves to Death” by Neil Postman are both powerful critiques of modern society, especially how technology and entertainment affect our lives and the way society works. In Huxley’s dystopian world, pleasure and distraction are the most important things. Postman’s analysis, on the other hand, looks at how too much meaningless information from sources like TV makes it harder for us to think critically about the world around us. Even though they are set in very different times and places, both works have a lot to do with how hard it is for people today to find a balance between technological progress and keeping meaningful human connections and intellectual engagement.

In fact, Postman’s claim that “Brave New World” has something to do with the present is very moving. There are a lot of similarities between Huxley’s made-up society, where people are constantly entertained, and our own, where a lot of digital distractions keep people from having serious conversations. Both works warn us about the risks of being lazy and uninterested in technological progress. They also remind us how important it is to keep our independence, critical thinking skills, and ability to connect with others in a world full of distractions. Therefore, reading these texts makes us think deeply about the direction our society is going and the values we hold most dear as we shape our shared future.

PW#5 Thailand

Over the winter break, I went on a three-week trip to Thailand where I got to learn about the culture and participate in activities I never imagined. One of those activities was going to see elephants and being about to feed and brush them. This was an amazing experience, it’s something I never thought would happen. I got to learn all about elephants how they eat how they live and so much more! Over the three weeks, I travelled all over Thailand, I first stayed out in Chang Mai for 1 night and early morning we took a road trip to Pai which was amazing I loved Pai it was more of the countryside of Thailand and it was so pretty. We went to Chang Dao, Phuket, Koh Samui and Phi Phi Island. my favourite place out of the whole trip was Koh Samui Pig Island. Pig Island is a small island owned by a couple where around 50 pigs roam including babies! there were also about 25 puppies that were so cute you could just pick them up and snuggle with them. The beaches in Thailand were unimaginable whenever we were at the resort I was always at the beach snorkelling, sun tanning, or reading I never wanted to leave. I loved the clear blue water and all the tropical fish you could see. My grandpa, my stepdad and I went on a private fishing tour and I caught a pink fish! I was so overjoyed, I’ve never seen such a pretty fish it looked unreal. I loved the night markets it was such an experience ti see the culture, to see all the different types of jewelry, fashion and the amazing food! everyone in the markets would sent up their station in the middle of the day and would sell their stuff from 6 pm -around 3 am. The people there were seriously the sweetest always smiling at you saying สวัสดี which means hello. I’m so beyond grateful I got to have such an experience!

Personal writing – Baking

Baking is something I’ve always loved doing since I was little. Ever since I first stepped into the kitchen, I’ve been hooked on experimenting with different recipes and things by immersing myself in the world of baking different things. It’s become a significant part of my routine, measuring ingredients, looking up different recipes, and trying out new ways to bake and cook.

I remember when the quarantine started I started to bake lots of things by myself and with my sister and it was a good hobby when I wanted to do something entertaining.

 

Personal Writing #5

In my personal response writing I will talk about ice skating.

When you glide on the ice, it’s like if you were flying. You’re in your own world, and it’s just you, the ice, and the music. It feels so free! And the way you can do all those spins and jumps with a lot of elegance and precision, it’s seriously impressive.

Now we should talk about the outfits because they’re amazing. They’re always so beautiful and sparkly. It’s like you’re a princess on ice. But, it’s not just about the glitter and glam. Ice skating takes a lot of hard work and dedication. You have to be strong, both physically and mentally. Falling is part of the process, but you just have to pick yourself up and keep going. It’s also a great way to hang out with friends. Whether you’re just skating around for fun or practicing for a competition, it’s always more fun when you’re with your friends.

Memories – PW #5

In a small, bustling city, far from the rolling hills of her childhood, lived a girl named Amara. With each passing day, she yearned for the familiar sights and sounds of her old home, the scent of her mother’s cooking, and the cozy warmth of her bed. Memories of laughter-filled evenings and the comfort of her family’s presence haunted her. But as the seasons changed, so did Amara. With resilience in her heart and determination in her eyes, she embarked on a journey to create a new home, carrying the love and cherished memories of her past as she embraced the unknown.

PW#5 -Love

This feeling that I had never had before, crying for a girl just before bed. Friends’ helping us to be together.

Recently, I had a new understanding of love. It’s not from my family but I enjoy it so much with this girl which I had barely talked with, has become one of the most important people of my life. I had never stayed up so late just to chat with a girl, I had never been with my friends only talking about her, I had never cried for a girl, I had never confessed to a girl. When everything seemed impossible I did it. This girl that I treasured is now who I adore.

I adore this girl and I don’t really care about how people think of us, we just need to be who we are and be with each other and we’re happy enough to live.  I know that it might seem weird or bad to be in love when you are in school but because of her cleverness she helped me improved, as we would study together talk about everything together, knowing how each other’s day went. And I enjoy it A LOT. Even though it’s the first time for the both of us, we enjoy it and love each other.

PW #5 – Cold to Me

As a Canadien people often make jokes about “us” being used to the cold, and that we go snow diving in our ginch. Zoomed in from “Canadien” to “Metchosonite” I have never experienced a “true cold winter” compared to other provinces in Canada. The coldest winter I’v experienced is maybe -6 or -7 (with windchill), that is until this winter. With Arctic outflow it’s gone as low as -19/20 (with windchill), and I’m freezing.

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t judge a Canadien by their province.

PW #5 Mexico in a poem

In Mexico’s embrace, the sun’s fiery kiss,

Desert landscapes echo tales of bliss.

Ancient pyramids rise with silent might,

Whispers of history dance in the night.

Mariachi melodies, guitars strummed with glee,

Vibrant colors adorn each jubilant spree.

From Chiapas to Chihuahua, a diverse song,

Mountains and beaches where dreams belong.

Tequila sunsets paint the western sky,

A symphony of cultures, a nation’s lullaby.

PW #5: Lethally in Love – A colder shiver

Persephone was only going to be out of the underworld for a few days as a gift from hades so she could see her friends and family. Cyane rolled her eyes as she shivered at the thought. Who was Hades to think he could grant her such trivial freedom as if she were a dog on a leash? And to a powerful goddess no less!? Someone who could take care of herself better than anyone Cyane knew. Her cheeks grew red at the thought of Persephone. NO! Cyane shook the thought of her out of her head as if she believed she would never think of her again. Never again. No one would ever treat her like that again. Again she shivered with emotion, goose bumps spreading along her arms and legs. Ironically the sudden appearance of Persephone had left her feeling colder among the summer waves of the sun. But regardless she didn’t intend on running into Persephone again while she was still in the overworld. I don’t think she could handle another encounter with Persephone. She thought as she wandered on the riverbank. The moss on the floor was cool on her feet and the shade felt lighter on her skin, almost like a shield from the gods where they couldn’t see her cry. She decided to take a break from her walk in a pothole of the river, shaded by the long oak trees. The cold shock of the water slowly enveloping her hair and body as her long hair became lighter in the water. The water felt surprisingly colder than her usually spot of warm sunlit water. At least no one would be here to bother her.

After a moment Cyane began hear the faint whisper of voices in the distance, masked by the low rush of the river. Well that was the end of her peace and quiet. But despite her annoyance at the untimely interruption, her curiosity drew her closer to the rising voices. As Cyane swam closer, keeping her head close to the water as she quietly swam her way through the water to get a closer look. Suddenly a stroke of huge black wings behind the foliage of the forest floor took her attention. “Your promised time is up Princess Its time for you to return or so help me i will resort to other methods!” A strained deep voice whispered harshly. “Leave me be” another voice whispered louder, her voice slightly clamored by the rush or the river. “I promise I will return but I really must let my mother know I am fine so let me g-“. “NO” the deep voice interjected louder “I told you yesterday that today was the last day so there can be no more delays” he said in a quieter voice. There was a notable silence that made Cyane uncomfortable. Did they leave? Was that person okay? Her curiosity grew only to be interrupted by a quiet yell. “no”. “WHAT DID YOU SAY” The deeper voice erupted as another flare of black wings sent the birds above flying. “I said NO!!” the other voice shot back “I am your queen now you must treat me as so!”. The deeper voice cackle loudly, a rude sound to hear. “Listen princess you may be his ‘queen’ but your sweet ass can forget about ever having a shred my respect”. Cyane’s drama driven brain was so caught out in the dialogue. Who were these people?! Even the way they spoke made her think these voices weren’t even mortals. Maybe they were some minor gods or goddesses. Or maybe a fellow nymph, however most river nymphs and dryads lived closer to Olympus do it was unl- “AUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH” Cyane screamed in pain. She was bitten! Cyane splasher around to find the villain who so viciously bit her finger. “Aughhhh you are So DEAD” She screamed at the water.

The voices became quiet and suddenly the only thing she could hear was the rush of the water. “Who was that?” The deeper voice slithered, reminding Cyane of Daphne. Okay Cyane thought What the hell. Not wanting to get sucked into the drama Cyane stayed quiet, lowering her head deeper into the water. Maybe if she didn’t attract attention as stayed quiet maybe they would overlook her. ” Whatever you’re coming with me NOW” the deep voice hissed. Oh no!                     “WAIT!’ Cyane screamed, a different register of voice seeping into hers. What am I doing? Her arms pulled herself out of the cold water as her long hair stuck to her body heavily. As if automatically she slowly walked toward the voices her toes quietly making their way towards them. It was almost as if a surge of confidence and what felt like a subtle anger swept over her. As she turned around a tree to see the face to the wings, her hand traced over the bark of the tree. “Well well Thanatos you have some nerve to talk to a lady like that” the eerie voice slithered out of Cyane.

about me – PW #5

my name is Fernanda Pérez . I am 15 years old and I am from Guadalajara Mexico.

Both of my parents are from Mexico, my dad is from Guadalajara, and my mom is from Culiacán. i have two little siblings, my brother Paulo, who is 14 years old, and my sister Carolina who is 12 years old. I also have a dog named Chuwi, he is a Labrador. I have lived most of my life in Guadalajara except from when I was 6 years old and move to Mexico city, i had a wonderful time there but after 4 years it was time to come back to Guadalajara.

I like to play soccer, hang out with my friends, go to parties, watch movies, and to eat delicious food! I also love to travel and to go to the beach.

 

 

P. W. #5: My Holidays

This holiday was extraordinary. From the first day I arrived, my two older sisters, and my parents received me at the airport at seven o’clock with so many balloons. I thought I was gonna fly like in the movie Up.

The next day, my dad organized a surprise party to welcome me. He brought a stand of tacos to the house and mariachis, it was a very pleasant surprise. That same night one of my best friends, Valeria, came into my house to bring me flowers, and we head out to a party, with both of my sisters, their boyfriends, which to be honest are like my brothers, and two of my closest friends, Vale and Vickychela. Vicky invited all of us to continue partying in another place with her, but it was late and we had to go back home.

On the 3rd day, I drove to Chapala, for family work, and Tlaquepaque for a posada, it was a really tiring day. On The 4th day Paola, another friend, came by surprise to say hi, and gave me a card and a Christmas present, I started to cry. I just considered myself so lucky to have such nice friends.

That week, I went to Tequila too! It was so fun to drive there, we arrived and ate something and went back to Guadalajara, and suddenly it was Christmas and Ines’s birthday, all of us celebrated her so much! The next day one of my friends invited me and my whole family to ride horses, we ate at my favorite restaurant, and I saw my junior high school besties at Dany’s birthday dinner.

On the last day in Guadalajara, my friends asked me what I wanted to do before I went back to Canada, so they took me to the zoo! All of a sudden 2023 was gone… and even though it was hard, I packed my things to go to Puerto Vallarta, where I would grab my plane to arrive here. We stayed there four days, where my parents only pampered me and made me feel so loved.

It was time to come back, even though I wasn’t that excited. I said goodbye to my family and all of them started crying, magically I didn’t, but what I didn’t know was, that once on the plane, when I was trying to grab some gum, I saw a cute pink notebook, with letters of my mom, dad and both of my sisters. I wouldn’t say this was my favorite Christmas, but this easily makes the top 10!

PW #5 – It’s Cold

I wrapped a scarf around my neck and swiftly pulled it tight to fit snugly. After struggling momentarily with putting on my gloves, I shoved a light blue hat with a giant pom-pom onto my head. I yelled a lazy farewell to my father as I shut our heavy wooden door; it closed with a loud squeak from the rusty, worn hinges. I walked down the small concrete pathway that led to the road. My snow boots crashed onto the layer of ice, trying to grip on with all their might. But alas, on my third step from the wooden front door, the grip of my boot let go, and my skills in falling were my only defense left to rescue me from injury. I crashed onto my back, narrowly avoiding cracking my head open. As I sat on the icy-covered concrete, I contemplated why I lived in Canada. Finally, I got back, groaning, of course, as my back had struck the concrete with an unexpected amount of force. After such an experience, I felt no desire to continue residing outside. Promptly, I reopened the front door and decided the inside was better for me. I took off my copious layers of gloves, hats, socks, and sweaters to go complain to my dad as to why we did not live in a warmer country.

PW#5 Obro

Three very powerful monks adopted a very small and peculiar puppy. This puppy had black fur and two itty bitty horns on its head. The puppy was given the name Obro and the monks used their mystical powers to teach Obro how to speak and think like them. Obro stayed with the monks for days, and those days turned into weeks, and those weeks into years. Suddenly Obro found himself as a teen and started to question the ways of the monks. For example, once a year the monks would enter a glowing white door and commanded Obro to wait for them until they returned the next day. Obro decided to ask the monks what was behind the glowing white door “What is behind the glowing white door?” he said. The monks stared and him in silence until all three of them simultaneously answered “We cannot tell you, for you are not a monk”. Obro then asked them how to become a monk and the three laughed and chanted “TO BECOME A MONK YOU MUST COUNT EVERY GRAIN OF SAND AND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS IN THE WORLD”. Obro was shocked with disbelief but then again he had nothing better to do and so he learned a mystical spell to make him live longer and then set off. 100 years later Obro returned to the monks and told them the his answer. “Very good, that is correct, follow us” the monks were pleased and led Obro to the door. When Obro saw what was inside, every question that he had ever had was answered, he could never have imagined something like this could exist, he was in awe. Now, would you like to know what was behind that white door? I cannot tell you for you are not a monk.

About me – PW #5

Hello or as some people in my federal state say “Moin” everybody,

I’m Annabelle 16 years old from Hamburg, Germany.

Both my parents are German but used to work in HongKong, therefor I was born in HongKong, but I grew up in Germany. I live in an apartment with my Mother, near my school and the biggest mall in Hamburg. I have two bunnies and a dog at my fathers. I play Golf and Tennis, sometimes with my friends and sometimes with my Mother. In my free time I like to go shopping with my friends or do other activities, like going to the ballet, musical or just going out.   I love to just sit in a Restaurant or Cafe with friend enjoying the afternoon/night. Hamburg is a harbour city, therefore has a mediterran flair and one popular place to go in Sommer ist the harbour beach and the attached restaurant called Strandperle. I like to Travel and getting to know new cultures.

There is not much more to tell about me, but feel free to ask if you have any questions or want to know something.

(A little side not because the topic is poetry, my school was actually named after a fames poet, his name was Heinrich Heine)

PW #5 “I love being cold”

Ever since I remember I have hate hot weather. When I was little I decided that I didn’t like hot weather at all and all this because there are so many cons that the hot weather comes with, for example, extreme temperatures and that makes people being in a bad mood. I also don’t like the beach that much, I prefer mountains or cities instead and they are cooler. I hate the felling of the sun in my skin, I hate sweating, I hate the felling of stickiness on my arms for using sunscreen, I don’t like at all hot weather or anything related to being hot. I mean, who really likes feeling hot?, who likes to sweat? that’s super disgusting and in my personal opinion cold is so much better than hot. Cold weather is better because you can do so much activities like skiing, snowboarding, ice skating in a real frozen lake, hiking, etc, things that of course you can’t do in hot weather and I know it also has fun things but you can just put on a jacket and a scarf and forget about cold, instead of being sweaty and in a bad mood all day long. To conclude, cold is three thousand times better that hot.

About me – #5

My name is Julieta Piña and I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. At the age of six I moved to Mexico with my family. I went to San Roberto International school until 9th grade and then continued my studies at Tec Santa Catarina. I like to hang out with friends and family, my favorite color is green, I love food and to travel. I came to Brookes West Shore for 6 months as an exchange student.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓐 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 – 𝓟𝓦#5

𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍,
𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛,
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍,
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛,
𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗-𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛.

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝.
𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚗.
𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎

𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗,
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗
𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎.

PW #5: At Camp

When I first stamped out of my car into the drenched dirt outside the dripping timber camp lodge, I never expected I would be shaking hands with a murderer that very night.

After a grueling five-hour drive past kilometers of damp forests and soggy clouds, I was relieved to finally arrive. I had been looking forward to this camping trip for months, as an escape from the staleness of my room and a fun hiking holiday in the mountains up island. I’d been to the camp the last year and the year before, and I considered myself pretty prepared for anything that might arise. I’d even come within sight of a bear last time – though it was technically on the other side of the lake. (I still prefer to see it as a dangerous and risky encounter.)

Once I’d hurled my backpack amongst the pile under a small, covered area on the gravel outside the camp kitchens and we’d sat down on little wooden stumps, we got to ice breakers. There were only five other campers, all new, and all other girls around my age. That was rather unusual. I’d never been in a camp that didn’t have a mix of kids, and I typically recognized at least one of them, but not this time.

The guide cleared her throat. Her name was Mikaela, but everyone called her Mike, and she was a young dirty blonde-haired woman with a grey windbreaker who was there every year I’d been.

“We’ll start by each naming a fun fact about ourselves,” Mike encouraged.

I hate that question. Immediately, every potentially interesting part about me flies out of my head. Maybe something about what I last ate? No, not really personal. How many teeth I have? No, not quite ideal.

A straw-haired girl, tall and splotched with freckles, started off the circle.

 

To be continued..

PW#5 – Thanks, Canada.

The feeling of being lost always overwhelms. While walking through the corridors, thoughts of giving up came to your mind. It was the first time you were away from home.  “Imagine being on your own”, you thought. You stood up and walked towards the classroom where the beginning of something amazing awaited for you. You sat down and opened your computer, sitting next to you was a girl with bright blonde hair. She offered you some sweets. Her kindness made you feel a lot better, meeting her was like finding sunlight in the middle of a storm. Without thinking it twice you asked, “Hey, can I hang out with you?”

That day, the school planned an event. You walked outside the classroom with your new friend and then, you met them. A tall girl with gorgeous green eyes; another with incredible dark wavy hair; one more with shiny dark red hair; someone with asian features and one who loves unique earrings.

You all walked to the court where the event was taking place. The girl with green eyes was in the same house as you. She was really nice, and curious about the country you grew up in. You talked a lot and time passed really quick. After playing games for a long time, you two walked towards your group of friends. You sat down to rest for a little bit and the girl with unique earrings approached you. You started talking, and you told her you were a boarding student from Mexico City. As soon as you stopped talking, she asked the question that would be the beginning of everything: “Entonces, ¿hablas español?” (So, do you speak Spanish?). Finding someone in an English speaking country who speaks your mother tongue always makes you feel happy and relieved. She said you were the first person she met of her age who spoke Spanish. You both talked for a long time about a lot of stuff. Maybe the two of you were really excited.

A few months passed, December arrived and the time to go back home too. You made tons of good memories with your friends. You lived happy, sad and beautiful moments together. It was then that you realized, you were never destined to be alone. You just had to wait for the right people to come into your life.

Guess the only thing left to say is

Thanks, Canada.

PW#5 – It’s Raining Cats and Dogs and Cabbage

Gerald looked up at the dark clouds forming on the horizon. With one shaky hand, he clutched a cup that read “World’s Best Door Hinge Manufacturer”, and took a tentative sip of his tea. A big storm was coming, he could feel it. It would be raining cats and dogs soon, and he needed to start preparing the nets. It was nearing the end of Sumbar, and with any luck they would be able to secure enough food for the coming Winbar, if they worked quickly. He hobbled out the door and into the street, a few people were milling about and watching the sky. Minsey, his labrador retriever, bounded after him, or at least, as well as a three legged dog could bound. He found her during the previous storm -the carrot storm of ’76- and felt sorry enough for the poor creature that he decided to give her a home.

As they began the lengthy process of stringing up the large, tightly woven nets above every house and road, the first few clouds began to release their baggage. First was a pomeranian -“SPLAT!”-, next a chihuahua and a siamese -“SMACK!”-, and soon the storm was upon them. They needed to work faster. The nets were already filling up; cats and dogs screaming and whining as they tumbled through the air. One unlucky shih tzu bounced off the net Ms. Darney had strung up above her house, and landed with a splash in her pool; bobbing up to the surface after a few seconds and letting itself be retrieved by a very irritated Mr. Darney and his pool skimmer. Most citizens of Martwan had Mr. Darney’s reaction to the yearly produce storms, as a frustrating -but in the end necessary- part of the survival of the town, and the country of Alkept.

No one really knew what caused the storms, although there were many theories that circulated, ranging from benevolent gods to wormholes. Either way, the storms are the main source of income for the country, as a lot of the produce can be exported. The first wave of the storm began to sputter out, and as the dark clouds shed their last few animals, something new began to fall.

“Cabbages!” Ms. Hamkettle proclaimed -as the head of the Toastmaster club in town, she was well versed in making bold announcements before handing the stage over to someone more capable- while she peered through the binoculars she used for such occasions.

Cheers of joy echoed through the small crowd that was forming, and people began opening up their poculumbrellas.¹ Little Billy Hamkettle and the other neighbourhood children began using a cabbage as a soccer ball, but were soon ushered indoors after Emma Crocksocket, who was distracted by the game, got hit in the head by one of the falling cabbages and subsequently fell backwards, landing on a border collie.

As the storm slowly tapered out, people began hurriedly picking through the cabbages and choosing the best ones to take home. The nets were left up, letting the government vehicles later collect the leftovers to sell on the market. It was good system, Gerald thought, as he watched the large trucks haul the full nets into their semi-trailers. He took a half-hearted bite of his sautéed garlic cabbage² and as his mind wandered, a thought began to form. Gerald stopped chewing, and it suddenly struck him how important this particular thought was. He had done it; he had figured out what caused the storms. Before Gerald could even look around for a pen to write it down, a coconut came flying out of nowhere and smashed into the back of his head, killing him instantly. Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, an incomprehensible entity let out a sigh of relief. No one should be able to figure it out that easily, after all.

¹A popular device that resembled an inverted umbrella, and served the purpose of catching produce while also protecting the user. The creator, Steven Marscum, was the third cousin of one of Gerald’s friend’s coworker; a fact that Gerold would tell to anyone who made the grave mistake of attending one of his monthly Norhtern-Martwan Communitee Betterment Cocktail Parties (or NMCBCP events as Gerold would lovingly refer to them).

²Which, ironically, didn’t contain any garlic. Gerald had run out recently, so he decided to replace it with cloves. He’d learned a valuable lesson about spice combinations that day.

Thank you to Hanli who gave me the prompts “cat” and “cabbage”.

PW#5- The Second Home (Pt.1)

The smell of that fresh breeze blows onto my face as I walk through the door. The scenery of the crystal clear water and the sound of the waves washing onto shore. Bringing me the childhood memories I have. As I explored the new home there was something that shook me. There was a body a dead body on the ground. I scream as loud as I can and it seems like no one can hear me. I sprinted to the door and tried to open it but the door didn’t budge to open at all. It felt like it had been locked from outside or someone might glued it shut. As I tried many countless ways to take the door down it still looked perfectly normal. So I just gave up. As I walked towards the body I saw that the body’s eyes had been opened. It gave me goosebumps. All of a sudden, I heard random noises like cracking and the stove turned on by itself. As I looked around everything seemed fine until I looked down at the body. The body isn’t there anymore there is only the blood. On the floor there a bloody handwriting. Which said…

Food Favorites Personal Writing #5

I love pizza. it’s like a flavor party! Crunchy crust with yummy toppings, each slice is a tasty masterpiece. Whether it’s classic cheese or something exotic, pizza makes me smile with every bite.

Sushi is another fave. Fresh fish, rice, and seaweed dance together in my mouth. It’s like a mini trip to Japan, where time slows down, and all I taste is pure deliciousness.

Let’s not forget chocolate! Whether it’s a dark truffle or a gooey brownie, every bite is a celebration. It’s like a tiny escape to a world of sweetness and joy.

These foods are like experiences in my life, bringing joy and memories with every taste. They’re the simple pleasures that make my world delicious.

PW#5 – Golden

Childhood.

Some forgotten place in the back of our minds,

Like a gem lost in a pit of gravel,

Or the light at the end of a tunnel.

Laughing with friends,

Climbing trees with delicate hands.

Running through the grasses,

Biking through the woods.

Innocent faces radiating joy,

Let your imagination take ahold.

Serenity, tranquility, bliss.

If only one could revisit these memories,

But all one can do is wish.

My Amazing Winter Break

Since the moment I stepped on the airplane I knew this break was going to be more special than the others. On the airplane I was seated with two really good friends so the five hours went rushing. Hours later I arrived to Mazatlan! I was walking in the airport and I saw this amazing blonde boy walking by, I immediately felt this energy inside me that I had never felt before. That was the last time I saw him, or well, for now… All my family members and friends were waiting for my arrivance. Everything was still the same as how I left, the blue ocean the summer briss, and smiles everywhere. I for sure missed this place. One day I was walking by the ocean bay and stamped myself in the same blonde boy from the airport! This incredible connection went into my heart, We talked for hours and hours and for sure started a new chapter in my life.

PW #5 – View from my window

Through the window, three objects are visible. The first building is a music store with everything you could possibly desire. Typically, you could hear them doing a little concert for customers on the weekends. Before this store had been built, the entire street and the large mountain in the distance were visible. The neighbor’s house is the second item you would see when looking out my window. It’s interesting to watch them because they always watch films and BBQ around the fire. And lastly, there is a Chinese restaurant directly across the road, and the food they serve is the best Chinese food I have tried so far.

PW #5 – In a room filled with everyone you have ever met in your life

Who would you run to first in a room filled with everyone you’ve ever met in your life? This is a question I was recently asked and now cannot stop thinking about.

If I was in a room filled with everyone I have ever met in my life I would run to my Grandma Hope first. I was a baby, just 2 years old, when she passed away. Although I am not able to remember her touch, she met me, she held me in her warm and loving embrace. My mother and father and everyone who met her says she was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She was an interior designer – a trait that I inherited. She loved indigenous art. Many of the pieces she bought are in my house right now. She also loved windchimes. We have 2 from her. One in my room, and one outside. A few years ago, I had asked my father about Grandma Hope and he told me many wonderful things about her; how much she loved me, how kind she was, her devotion, and her smile. Before my dad kissed me goodnight, the windchime in my room jingled softly. I do not know what happens after one passes away, or how much they are able to interact with the living, but I do know this was a message from her. A message saying that even though I never met her, she met me. And she loved me.

 

PW#5 – The First Snow Fall

The air was crisp, carrying a sense of anticipation that couldn’t be shaken. The sky, once a canvas of muted greys, now transformed into a tapestry of white. The cold snaked around many onlookers, but still, they waited with bated breath. The ground prepared for the lush blankets of snow that were soon to paint the world white. The earth held its breath, patiently awaiting the first snowfall. As the first flakes descended, they pirouetted, caught in a silent ballet. Intricate snowflakes swept the skies with the magic of winter. The trees, once skeletal figures from the autumn months, slowly came back alive, adorned with glittering crystals and powder snow.

The first snowfall was not just a change in weather; it was a shift in perspective. Where people once complained of the cold, they now lay, enjoying the serenity that the weather provided. Hats, mitts, and coats were adorned, and soon the streets were filled with children’s laughter and the smiles of onlookers.

The winter has never been just a season. It brings joy and delight to most, and it has always had a special place in my heart. In the small neighbourhood I grew up in, the first snowfall was nothing short of a magical spectacle. I remember waking up and rushing to the window to see the blankets of snow layering the ground. The air itself was different, more crisp and clear than ever before.

Bounding up the stairs, I would find my family watching the sky in wonder. We’d laugh, enjoying the simplicity of the moment. Then came the utter excitement. My brother and I would rush back down the stairs, adorn our small boots and jackets, and fight over who got the better mittens. We’d creak open the door and feel the cold chill of the air, but nothing could stop us from running into the white powder that awaited us. He and I would make snow angels, sled down the most dangerous slopes, and enjoy the snow. Then finally came the competition; the fort fight. After hours of building forts and sledding, we’d eventually get tired and retire to the warmth and comfort of our childhood home.

Our mother would have prepared hot chocolate and lit the fireplace, and we would all sit around the warmth that it provided to chase away the bitter chill that had settled under our bones. In the evening, when the sun had fallen beyond the horizon, I would lay in bed and feel an immense sense of gratitude. The first snowfall wasn’t just about the snow; it was a gift, a memory etched in the fabric of my childhood, a reminder that even in the coldest of seasons, warmth and wonder could be found.

 

 

 

PW#5 – Sounds of the Sea

The ocean can be gentle currents,
Which frolic against the shore like a handful of serpents.
It encompasses and dances along the land,
Carving pictures amongst each grain of sand.

The ocean can be frightful torrents,
Sprouted from red hot cores of the ocean floor.
Crashing and booming like a gunshot in the distance,
One can’t help but wonder about its damaging persistence.

The ocean can be tiny whispers,
Drowned by the laughing of the passing sisters.
The ocean air settling on the tongue,
A nostalgic sensation portraying the young.

The ocean can be still as if finally freed,
Yet, reality is only entangled in a reef full of seaweed.
Like ancient sunken gold,
That choke in what was foretold.

It is the most faithful companion I have ever earned,
Only dissipating from the fear to be eventually burned.
Undesirable but loyal, always accompanying me,
Away to the outskirts in spite of the irony.

PW #5 “Trees”

When I was a kid, there was this cool bunch of trees near my house. They were like my secret hideout, a place where I could go with my friends to hang out. Me and my friends used to climb the trees and when on top of the trees would just start talking, feeling as comfortable as ever, we would just talk..

Those trees knew all my childhood secrets. We’d talk about everything with the trees beside us, as if their leaves held some kind of tranquility. In the summer, the shade they threw down was a lifesaver, shielding us from the blazing sun. And when fall came, it was like our own little party with leaves raining down, and us playing with the leaves below that had fell.

I’ve moved out of that neighborhood, but those trees are in my memories. I remember when I fell from one and scraped half of my arm from the elbow to my wrist. Now, I sometimes think about the times when I would have fun with just trees and leaves.

PW#4. What would I do if I had a whole weekend free of any other responsibilities?

If I had a full weekend, I would travel somewhere, either nearby or farther away, to explore the area I live in. I’ve been wanting to visit this abandoned structure by the river that I discovered not too long ago. Before getting there, I would load my bag with food as well as other supplies for the exploration of the building, choose a nice spot, and spend the day there until night. The following day, I would try to go to the movies by myself in the morning, and then I would spend the rest of the day redecorating my room with various items I found at Restore or go to the beach where I haven’t been before.

IRJE #4

The book that I am reading its called “IT END WITH US” and is about a girl that she explains many moments of her life. In those moments they involve her parents and some important people for her, and she is talking about good moments, bad moments and until traumatic situations.

“There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.”

What I understand from the quote is sometimes us as people make errors that can mark relations with people that you love. Not a single person in this world is bad, they just accumulate a lot of errors and maybe they fix them or they keep them like they are. By constantly creating errors, you as a person can destroy relationships that you consider important. Its normal to do errors, you just need to learn and fix your problems.

PW#4 (Christmas)

Christmas for me it´s the best time of the year, Christmas is like this blend of nostalgia and anticipation. I love spending time with my family and seeing family members that I do not see often. Somehow every time I have more cousins or aunts or more family members that I didn´t know about. I have a pretty big family and I spend it mostly with my cousins that I have known since I remember so it´s very fun. My uncle always does these activities where we get prizes depending on how well we do in the activities. Every time after the activities we fought because of the places or our little cousins cried because they were last and it was so funny. And the food is always so good and we have lots of different desserts and different plates. And the presents are also so good, my grandparents and aunts give the best presents so it is really fun going to my house at 5 AM with my hands full of gifts. Also, my grandparents always have the best Christmas decorations, they always put two big Christmas trees full of lights and decorate all around the house and outside they put some lights on the trees. My closest cousins and I make a Secret Santa so it’s very fun, even though we always end up telling each other who we got in the little papers. And Christmas movies are the best. It´s the best time of the year.

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PW#4

Being Sick

 

Ive been sick for the past week and it feels horrible. Its back to that sick routine of chugging down cough syrup and pills and feeling fine for an hour before its back to coughing and feeling like death incarnate again. I guess there are some positives to it though. I get to sit at home all day and relax and compartmentalize my life. I get to catch up on my hobbies and interests. I get to do work without being distracted in the comfort of my own home. I get to catch up with my friends after they get home from school. Every part of being sick would be great if i didn’t feel like crap the entire time. It ruins every part of what would be a great time, it just makes me miserable.

PW#1 – What is Australia

Australia is a huge and diverse country famous for its unique wildlife and beautiful landscapes. It has big cities like Sydney and Melbourne, known for their modern lifestyle. The country’s economy is strong, relying on industries like mining, farming, and tourism. Australia is a democracy with a stable political system and values like freedom and fairness. Its rich history includes Aboriginal cultures dating back thousands of years. People here enjoy outdoor activities and sports like cricket. Despite facing challenges like environmental issues and discussions about immigration, Australia continues to grow and change while preserving its natural beauty and cultural heritage.

PW#4 – Winter’s warmth

In the midst of a winter wonderland, where snowflakes gracefully pirouetted, there stood a village nestled in a landscape covered in frost. The air was brisk. The tall trees wore a glistening layer of snow. As the village slumbered beneath a blanket, a young girl ventured out into the night, guided by the moonlight that shimmered on the snow. Each step she took created a crunching sound, adding to the wintry symphony.

In the heart of the village, she stumbled upon a sled. With delight on her face, she dragged it to the top of a hill. Taking in a breath, she launched herself down with exhilaration as the wind playfully kissed her cheeks. She whirled through the snowy landscape. Reaching the bottom, her laughter filled up the stillness of the night as she lay in the snow and gazed up at the starlit sky. She felt embraced by winter’s enchantment—a world momentarily hushed in awe of this wintery spectacle.

Content and brimming with joy, she made her way home, leaving behind a trail of footprints etched into the snow’s canvas. Climbing into bed, she drifted to sleep with dreams filled with snowflakes and boundless adventures. Winter had gifted her enchantment—a reminder that there is warmth and wonder awaiting discovery during chilly seasons.

PW#4 Long standing Zhou Dynasty (Part 1)

Zhou Dynasty had a long history from 1046BC to 256BC, and it mainly cut into two parts of Eastern Zhou and Western Zhou. Western Zhou lasted from 1046BC until 771BC, and the political sphere of influence it created continued well into the Eastern Zhou period for another 500 years.

The last emperor of Shang dynasty, De Xin attached great importance to the development of agriculture and productivity, and implemented social changes to make its national strength strong. In same time he kept leading war to the southeast of China to lead war to another clan which called Dong Yi and The Shang Dynasty extended its influence to the Jianghuai area. But this also cause the domestic emptiness eventually led to the collapse of the Shang Dynasty later.

The Zhou nationality was a tribe living in the Loess Plateau of northern Shaanxi during the Shang Dynasty. In the early period of the Shang Dynasty Di Xin, the Nine Hou (also called Ghost Hou), illustrateshou and Zhou Hou (Ji Chang, later named Xibo) are merged into three princes of the Shang Dynasty. The nine Hou and the Marquis were killed by King Zhou of the Shang one after another because of the incident of the nine Hou’s daughter, and Zhou Houchang was also imprisoned in Youli. Zhou Houchang was later redeemed and given the power to invade the West by Emperor Di Xin of the Shang Dynasty, known as Xibochang. Laws were enacted to control slaves, such as “no sinners, no children” and “no dead children.” To avoid further direct conflict with the Shang Dynasty, Xibochang adopted the policy of uniting friends, eliminating Western military states and friends of the Shang Dynasty, and completing the isolation of the Shang Dynasty. But King Wen died suddenly the following year and was succeeded by his son Ji Fa as King Wu of Zhou.

King Wu of Zhou wait for a long time and finally find a great chance in War of Mu Ye. When all the main army of Di Xin striked the Dong Yi in 1046BC, King Wu decided to use this chance and mass all his 40,000 army to the Mu Ye. On February 26th, Zhou’s army all ready for the war and after the King Wu had announce all the crime that Shang (Di Xin) have done, the Shang’s army in that war was form up mainly in peasant and had no more morale and defeat utterly, in this war Zhou’s army had kill 180,000 of Di Xin army. After this war, Di Xin escaped back to Zhao Ge and commit suicide which lead to the end of Dynasty Shang.

During the reign of King You, the Zhou Chamber disintegrated and collapsed. Guo was reappointed by King You of Zhou to govern the state, but he was fond of profit and corruption, and sent the seized wealth to Xiang Yi, which was widely resented by the Chinese people. Two years of earthquake, landslide and drought, the people believe that this is caused by a bad emperor.

The decision of King You to abolish the crown prince pushed Western Zhou into the abyss. King You of Zhou attacked the Kingdom of Bao and obtained Bao Si, whom he love very much. King You of Zhou removed the daughter and crown prince of Marquis Xishen and appointed Baosi and his son Bofu as crown prince, so that he could only return to the Kingdom of Xishen. Shen Hou allied with Zeng and Xirong to support Yizu, and King You of Zhou also sent an army against Xishen the following year. Finally, Shen Zeng led Xirong and Quanrong to defeat King You of Zhou which meant the end of Western Zhou.

PW#4 continue of “The Sailor”

In a dark stormy night, across the North Atlantic Ocean there was this enormous cruise that was only for rich people. Most of them were happy and cheerful except for this man, sitting alone at the bar table looking down. You can see he was disappointed or missing someone far away, whom he loved.
This man was so suspicious everybody thought that he was a criminal but all those thoughts were killed because of his beautiful navy colored suit and that particularly small white hat of his. Everybody at that time knew he was a sailor.        The ship was so unstable but why didn’t he go help the captain to control the ship? – continue of the last personal writing.

Well this man was named Donald, He had this perfect life as a sailor before everything had happened he had a wonderful family and a beautiful wife. Was he tired? No he just missed his wife why you may ask well it’s not that they could see each other easily again his wife was taken away by her friend Mickey, she had been missing for 2 months but Donald has to keep his job to take care of his parents so he didn’t went and find his wife.

Luckily, he saw Mickey on the ship he never knew Mickey was a rich man. He also didn’t expect to meet him here. Mickey told him,’ Daisy is here, go handle the ship and I will bring you to her.’ So  Donald went to help the captain, so everyone did not doubted him again. Then he found Mickey at the bar table and had a couple drinks. Afterwards Mickey brought him to this dark place.

What happened next? Wait for the next Personal writing!

PW #4: Lethally in Love – Chapter 2: A familiar feeling

Cyane’s heat skipped a beat. A heart wrenching feeling, that she guiltily shoved down into the pit of her chest. “Perrrrrrresephone, my girl” Daphne stretched, smiling in a awkwardly “We were just talking about youuuuu, how have you been?”. Cyane slapped her forehead, as the sinking feeling in her stomach only grew deeper with every second. “Oh! I’m quite fine thank-you Daphne… I’m sorry you were what?”. “It’s nothing!” Cyane interjected quickly, shielding Persephone from Daphne’s fiery glare. “Yeah…” Daphne stretched again over Cyane’s shoulder. Her voice rung in a slithery way that she used to get under peoples skin. Persephone, looked uncomfortable as she shifted her weight and fiddled with her hair like she always did when she was nervous. “Oh, dear me, I don’t think I’ve told you this yet” Daphne blurted suddenly ” But Cyane’s been seeing a little someone on the side, isn’t that cute?”. “Who!” Persephone blurted, a hint of anger seething into her voice. Daphne smirked at Persephone as Cyane stood in confliction.

Was that anger in her voice? Could She be jealous of… me? “Oh its nothing really” Cyane added casually, her words getting caught up in the moment. What am I doing? Daphne winked at Cyane in reassurance . “W-Who is it” Persephone said with a longed smile. Oh no? what am I supposed to say, Aries doesn’t even like me. But deep in Cyane a fluttery happy feeling spread in her. A guilty pleasure. She hated seeing Persephone nervous and defensive like that. But the way jealousy seeped into Persephone’s voice made Cyane happy in a way she couldn’t put her finger on.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you. My sneaky little Cyane has found her way around to a God” Daphne sang putting her arm around Cyane. “Oh, its really not that big of a deal” Cyane mumbled “Aries has just been visiting me every now and then. He’s really not all that bad- we’re just friends though” .Her face flushing red from the insidious lie. “*Gasp* your blushing, Cyane!” Daphne teased turning her attention away from Persephone. “Sorry Pers did you say something?” Daphne said, a small smirk on her face. Persephone looked deep into Cyane, Sending a cascade of butterflies into Cyane’s stomach.

“Sorry I haven’t been talked with you in a while Cyane, I would have loved to hear about You and Aries earlier. I’ve just been down in with Hades in the Underworld” Persephone started, her gaze focused on Cyane. “Oh, yeah didn’t he kidnap you?” Daphne teased tensely, her eyes narrowing at Persephone. “Oh, no of course not! I mean I can see how that could be mis-interpreted but Hades has been treating me with such care and love. He can be really charming you know?” Persephone whisper dreamily, as she fiddled with her hair. “Did you come here to say something or why are you here” Cyane blurted, her jealously practically seething through her breath. Persephone looked startled for a second “Sorry I just wanted to see you again. But now that you mention it I really do have to be going”. Daphne waved goodbye to Persephone as she left hesitantly, occasionally looking over her shoulder as she walked away from their spring.

Cyane faced the cliff of the spring as Persephone left. A rage of emotions awakened by Persephone as she sputtered on about stupid Hades. Him and his stupid kidnapping and girlfriend stealing and- and stupid charming smiles. The stupid king she ripped my heart out for. Cyane thought as she fought back tears. “What was that? the tension between you two was tense enough to cut it with a dagger!” Daphne blurted rolling her eyes, as she swam to stand beside Cyane “And did you see her, she was practically shooting daggers at- oh gods, what happened?”. Cyane turned around to Daphne, her lip quivering. Suddenly all her anger and jealousy crashed down onto her. A tear fell from her eyes, and soon Cyane was sobbing. Uncontrollably. Suddenly Daphne’s warm arms wrapped around Cyane and Cyane fell into them. “*hic* I just- why would she leave me like that?”. Daphne patted her head, in her own hesitant way of condolement. “Because she isn’t worth your time Cyane. She was too blind to see your kick ass personality. So there’s no use in crying over selfish smug goddesses.”. Cyane stopped crying for a moment, her head still drooped into Daphne’s chest. “Set me up with Aries” Cyane whispered to Daphne. “What?” Daphne blurted “A-Are you sure?”. Cyane felt her anger swell up in her chest again before responding. She leveled her eyes to Daphne’s, her eyes still red from crying. “Please”.

PW #4 Paty and Miguel

Let me tell you a little story about a boy and a girl, Paty and Miguel. Paty was late to her first day of high school. There were no seats available because the classroom was full. The teacher told Paty to go out, and find a chair to sit in. Miguel, a chivalrous boy, stood up and gave Paty his seat. For Miguel it was love at first sight, for Paty… he was just a nice friend. Time passed, and they became each other’s best friend, confident and easily explained, each other’s ride or die. Whatever Paty decided to do or wherever she wanted to go Miguel followed. On one of the last days of high school, they knew that they loved each other, and wanted to continue to be in each others lives. Miguel asked Paty if he could be his boyfriend, and well, as they say, the rest is history. They got married and have three gorgeous daughters Melissa, Ines and Regina.

PW#4 Under the Sea

Once upon a time, in the mysterious dark sea. Below the surface, there are 2 crazy, mischievous-looking creatures. As you expected it was a sea monster, well we don’t know what the creature is but it possibly could be anything in the world but the possible thing is a sea monster right?

Well, the sea monsters that are under the sea, they doing something that is the same as the human being. They are not using their phones but instead, they are playing UNO. Yes, UNO likes the games that kids play possibly adults too. Well, that’s crazy that underneath the surface monsters are playing UNO.

Well, if someone going below the surface I hope you take a picture of the sea monster playing UNO and bring some more cards so the sea monster won’t eat you as their dinner meal.

Personal Writing #4 Conviction

“I would rather to die from my own sword that from someone’s else.” Gary Vaynerchuk in “Twelve and a half.”

Conviction represents those feelings and beliefs that keeps you motivated and makes you enjoy the process to achieve your goals no matter what; but in the last years most of the people have lost conviction in the last years, just think about it, a lot of people prefers to have a good salary than doing what they love to do, lets create a story to make it clear, Andy since high school wanted to become an artist, he enjoyed painting and demonstrated it with his unique and well-made works. But as the time passed Andy’s conviction was decreasing because of the bad comments and beliefs of him from the people around him that just wanted to see him give up. The years passed and Andy lost total conviction as he decided to dedicate himself to something else that he disliked but that guaranteed him a stable future asking himself every day “What would have happened if…? So the story showed us what happens without conviction and believe it or not those stories represents the lives of many people. Also the question “What would have happened if?” sounds like the saddest question in the whole world; because it shows that you chose or committed something of what you regrets. Like I said, conviction frees you from the “swords” of others leaving all your belifies, feelings and motivations alone and it eliminates the question “What would have happened if?” Conviction only leaves you with your own sword making you respondible and independent of your own actions; and if you fail you will carry all the responsibility making you free and improving yourself by creating new beliefs, feelings and motivations and also improving your conviction.

PW#4 Christmas time

The snow is falling, the lights are bright, It’s Christmas time, what a delight!

The air is filled with love and cheer, As we gather with those we hold dear.

The presents wrapped with bows and strings, The carolers sing and angels sing.

The smell of cookies fills the air, And laughter echoes everywhere. The children’s eyes are full of glee, As they wait for Santa’s sleigh to see.

The stockings hung with care and love, Are filled with gifts from up above.

So let us cherish this special day, And keep the spirit alive in every way.

For Christmas is a time of joy and peace, And may it never, ever cease.

PW #4 – Road Rage Created from Impatience

Personally, rage is an unexplainable feeling that builds up through constant irritation or frustration. It engulfs you like a warm blanket twice your size, except it’s the middle of a heatwave and not a cold winter morning.

When speaking of a broader range of my experiences with rage, I am mainly referring to being impatient. This impatience usually arises when I am being driven to and from school. As I live a far distance from school, the time I spend in a car per day consists of approximately two hours. Usually, the drive should only take about thirty to forty-five minutes. However, Sooke (the town I live in) is a rapidly growing town with one road in and out. As my brother slowly inches forward every couple of seconds and two lanes fail to merge on a Wednesday evening, I can feel the impatience and annoyance augment inside me. I begin complaining, blaming anyone I possibly can for the horrible traffic even if it is not anyone’s fault.

Although I am aware that road rage can escalate to violence and violent actions, the only way I felt I could try to understand is through relating experiences and sympathizing. Perhaps they had a horrible day and just needed to get home when some driver made a mistake on the road, or maybe this person is insecure about their driving, or they are just plain old impatient. When it comes to driving, people need to be extremely careful as one mistake could be fatal to someone’s life. Being impatient and angry blurs your view when making rational decisions. So, please be careful on the road!

PW #4 A Dark Christmas – Liath

Little boy Timmy stayed this whole night awake

To prove to his friends that big old Santa wasn’t a fake.

He spent the night hiding under his tree.

He never once got up, not even to pee.

And no matter how much he wanted to sleep,

He followed his task, ’till he saw it complete.

Suddenly befell a large thump on the roof,

And soon in the chimney, happened a ‘poof’!

‘Santa’? he asked, as a wonder filled fan,

Then he was startled to find out Santa, was none other than Morgan Freeman.

Yes he had become an actor to pay his bills.

Santa could do it all, from toys to great films.

Timmy gave Santa a hug and fell asleep in his arms,

And woke up the next day, safe from all harm.

He told his friends his story, down to the last ho ho ho.

His popularity rose and little boy Timmy became the king of his ghetto.

PW #4 “Poker”

Poker has strategic and dynamic gameplay, it has become a pastime for me. Despite my age, I find the game’s complexity and strategic depth to be both intellectually stimulating and socially engaging.

Beyond the initial charm of the cards, there’s a fascinating use of psychology and tactics that keeps me hooked. Understanding opponents, bluffing, and making calculated decisions add layers of excitement to every hand. I believe poker is a mental chess match that requires cleverness and adaptability.

While I am aware of the importance of the responsibility you need to play, I believe that poker, when approached with a thoughtful mindset, serves as an approach for skill development and strategic thinking. The strategic choices and decision-making processes made in the game contribute to my personal growth and mental curiosity.