Each box is a frame. A picture belongs to the frame. But what is the picture about?

Cancer is a deadly disease, as well as AIDS, and smallpox. These diseases kill thousands, maybe even millions, of people each year and we still haven't found a cure.

There were thousands of soldiers in Iraq that have been killed. There are thousands of people each year that are killed in gunfights. There are millions that have done drugs. Each life that is lost in this world could potentially be the person to help us find cures.

Each picture is there with no people inside because there are no people yet. Each frame belongs to one of the soldiers that were killed, or one of the babies that were slaughtered during abortions because their mothers couldn't deal with them. This is the wall of people's lives being taken unnecessarily. These people could have found a cure to a deadly disease but humankind lets anger get the best of them, or war, or being irresponsible. The result of people's lives being lost when they could have found a cure is more lives unnecessarily being lost. Since Cancer has no cure, people continue to die, and one person who's life was lost could have been the only person that knew the cure for a disease.Each box is a frame, but the picure will remain not in it.

Riding Away

The prompt was to write something that had to do with this picture.

Alas! Here I go! Across the desert I have traveled to find my one true home. I was lost at sea for 17 years at a time. Oh what a story that is.

When the Spring rains rolled in in my hometown in Iran, they flooded the valley. The Gods were angry because of the war that we had been participating in. Homes were lost, as well as personal objects, homes and more. Friends were gone, families separated and lives ruined altogether. I remember the despondent cry of my sweet Alkavera washing away with the tides of the flood. My eyes were filled with sorrow, my heart, with guilt. I cried to the repeating rythym of my rowing. Up, forward, down, back, up, forward, down, back.

Angry at the world, I knew i would never forget the awful winds that flipped our small boat and washed my love away. When the land turned to sea, my village floated away from eachother; some on wood planks, some in boats, some on nothing, their limp bodies bobbing on the surface.

Ath the time I was only 19, a young boy with a bright future ahead of him. But that was left behind when I drifted out to sea. Survival was the only thing on my mind. I constructed a makeshift spear and caught fish when I could; eating them raw or leaving them in the scortching sun to roast. But now I am back on land, able to stech my legs, living a life of crime. I am on a voyage, a journey to find my homeland.

Flying Boy

Over the treetops

And over the hills

Around the buildings

And through the fields

"I am Superboy!

Here I come

I'll be there in

3-2-1"

Two different lifestyles

Both are hard

Playingf well, living life

My knees are scarred

Dodgeball and tag

Are one side of my life

Oh the comics too

There is so much strife

But when duty calls

The stress level goes up

I stop what I'm doing

I drop my chocolate-milk-filled cup

With flick of my arm

And a twist and a turn

NOW I AM SUPERBOY

And now I return

Being a superhero

Is especially hard

Especially when you hide it!

Dungeons and Dragons Lady

Hey guys give this lady a break. She just lost her son and she is going through hard times right now. Although her accusations might be false there are still reasons for her to think this. My personal opinion about this situation is that Dungeons and Dragons is not a cult. I do not think that it was the reason for your sons death and I do not think that other adults should take this "plan of action" to make sure that their children do not play it.

I personally have not ever played Dungeons and Dragons for personal reasons such as the fact that it is not "my type of game". Nonetheless, I have friends that have played this game, I have seen the movie and I have heard so much about it. To the best of my knowledge, this game is simply a role playing game designed to let the players enter the world of magic and treasure. I fear that the future is going to be a dark place for the children of this age. The are so many parents out there that are so protective, they never let their children do anything that interests them. The result of this inhuman nature is children growing up, becoming adults, and not being ready for the real world. This is what I think happened in your particular circumstance.

Your son must have had some true psychological and emotional problems. I send my greatest sorrows (if that is a word) and truly I am sorry, but I do not think that Dungeons and Dragons was the reason your son killed himself. I realize that anything in life, without moderation, can cause some type of negative reprocution, Dungeons and Dragons included. Many things can get out of hand and I do believe that there could have been a relationship between your sons death and the books that were found near the top of the pile, but I think you are not considering any other aspects in this situation. These questions are something to be thought about:

1. What if your son wanted to stand on a stack of dominoes to kill himself and he realized that the dominoes wouldn't hold him so he used his most unread books to stand on?


2. As my teacher said "What if he wanted to stand on a stack of DVDs and they couldn't handle his weight?


3. If he did kill himself because of the game, why didn't he do it with the rest of the cult?

That is my input on it. Sorry your son is dead.

Thanksgiving

wow...thanksgiving is gonna be great. I l-o-frickin-v-e food. YEAH!

The Assignement


Thomson’s Violin


One day, you wake up in hospital. In the nearby bed lies a world famous violinist who is connected to you with various tubes and machines.
To your horror, you discover that you have been kidnapped by the Music Appreciation Society. Aware of the maestro’s impending death, they hooked you up to the violinist.
If you stay in the hospital bed, connected to the violinist, he will be totally cured in nine months. You are unlikely to suffer harm. No one else can save him. Do you have an obligation to stay connected?


My Response


Hmmm...this here is a dillemma. Well I would have to say that I would stay in the hospital bed for nine months for this person. I would allow him to be cured by me. I feel that if I have the chance to save someone elses life, with no cost to me except my time and patience, I should do so happily. Whether or not the person had money would not make a difference to me because I would sue the Music Appreciation Society. I did not sign any paper or volunteer to do this. Whether man or woman, child or adult, I would not care. My family would have to come and visit me and we would still be close. I would help this person. I would save a life.

Book Review

Deadline

An 18-year-old boy named Ben Wolf was told by a doctor that he had a fatal illness. The illness would slowly tear him down and take him out. Crazy right? Well what's even better is that Ben decides to forgoe treatment and says that he "...somehow always new that he was meant to die young." This book takes you through the eyes of Ben Wolf and shows the reader that your actions do not only affect you, they affect the others around you. Technically Ben is at the age where he can do what he wants because his is grown, so he demands confidentiality from the doctor that diagnosed him so that he wouldnt tell anyone. Ben didnt want his mother, father, brother, or crush to know about his illness and he wanted to make the best of his life without people feeling sorry for him. He tries out for the football team and makes it, goes on a date with the girl of his dreams, and bulks up on knowledge so that he can challenge his biased history teacher. On his way to discovering that keeping his illness a secret was not the best idea, he tries to help an old catholic priest who is now a drunk, and he becomes his own man.

This story takes you through the life of a teenage boy and explains how they think. The author, Chris Cutcher, has a brilliant vocabulary of curse words (they're great) and he finds a way to touch every sould who reads this book. I would recommend this book to anyone over the age of 13, it is definately one of the best books I have ever read!

Striving

80/100 

These past two months here at High Tech High have been some very good times. I realizae that I have changed so much and that I have so much more growing to do. Most people dont stop and think about some of the things that they say, and they sometimes dont even care, but I know that I have this addiction to change for the good and I strive for that each and every day.

I am nowhere near close to a perfect student or a perfect person but I can say that I try. Sometimes I get lazy and I do not want to try whatsoever but I do feel bad. Being the best person  you can be is very important to me. To try your hardest, and to carry out that plan is one of the best things that someone can do in their life. And staying motivated and making sure you stay strong is essential to being a good person in this lifetime.

School is a word, to me, that is very misunderstood. Most people have a bias or believe a stereotype that is not true and they are ignorant. 

       I really think that I can do better in school and I will try my hardest. Even though math class is challenging I try my harest to understand. Mr. Ross' class is fun and I learn a lot because of it. Spanish class is not that challenging to me because I already took a spanish class, but I still try pretty hard. I know that I can do better. I will. I have to.