The Demise of Man

Prejudice is an idea that pre-exists in the minds of man and controls the actions that a specific person takes. Rod Serling’s words state that the thoughts that lie within a person, when built on the fear of the unknown, can be as harmful to society as war. When man allows his thoughts, especially those that are built upon paranoia, to lead him he begins to develop a distrust of the individuals in society, This, in turn, eventually leads to the collapse of a community. This idea can be tied into the views of Arthur Miller in “Why I Wrote The Crucible” and his own novel titled The Crucible. As Miller’s story evolves, we see how people suspecting others due to fear can drive apart a community and eventually leads to chaos. The concepts of prejudice by Rod Serling in “The Twilight Zone” episode entitled “The Monsters on Maple Street”  is supported by the ideas brought to light in The Crucible and the words of Arthur Miller in “Why I Wrote The Crucible.” Both gentlemen discuss how prejudice can influence the opinions of a person and lead to horrible consequences.

Serling’s discusses in “The Twilight Zone” how prejudice can lead to the eventual destruction of a community, and he illustrates this point in his episode “The Monsters on Maple Street.” This episode shows a town, which was once all friendly with each other, slowly tear each other apart as they become suspicious due to a paranoia of monsters living there. The idea seemed absurd, at first, but once unexplainable occurrences happen, it is no longer a ludicrous thought. One of the characters, Charlie, when asked to stop the viewing party on a man who is a suspected to be a monster, says that this suspicion would be nothing in normal circumstances, but this is an unusual circumstance, so the ideas of reality change ( “The Monsters on Maple Street”). Serling states, when referring to this episode,  “The tools of conquests do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout” and this is beautifully illustrated in “The Monsters on Maple Street” (Serling).

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Poems of Pi

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Download PDF Piscine Molitor Patel or Pi, a strong believer in God finds himself having to move from his home in India to the unknown place of Canada. However, tragedy strikes and Pi ends up being shipwrecked, alone on a boat. Or so he thought. Pi soon finds himself on the boat with a few […]

Dangers of Cell Phone Radiation

This paper is going to talk about the dangers of cell phone and Bluetooth radiation. Cell phone radiation is a topic that most people overlook or switch to Bluetooth thinking that the Bluetooth emits less radiation. Well this is true but what about those people who are too lazy to take their Bluetooth out of their ears? Are they getting exposed to more radiation than others? When people start to talk about cell phone radiation, their audience gets really uncomfortable and eyes their cell phones warily. Then they end up either turning off their cell phones and its ends there. They never think about it ever again. But, using a cell phone does not mean death. However, using the cell phone a lot could result in brain tumor or blood cancer.

According to experts at the Oyster Creek Nuclear Plant, the human body itself is exposed to radiation levels every day. Even the food we eat, like bananas, are radioactive. So the average natural background radiation a human is exposed to 300 millirems of radiation per year.(A millirem is 1/1000th of a rem.)(Exelon, 2011) This doesn’t seem to bad, does it? So, why are we freaking out over this? Well, our generation tends to go over the  “average human radiation”. We use our devices more than the average human and we definitely watch more T.V than the average human. According to some experts from Oyster Creek Nuclear Plant you can either get an acute amount of radiation or the same amount over time. If you get an acute amount of radiation you can die or suffer death of cancer. So, by getting the amount of radiation over time, we do have to worry over that as much. (Oyster Creek Nuclear Plant)

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Harry Potter: An Inspirational Character

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

My assignment was to  pick a fictional character that inspires me, I wrote about Harry Potter. 

After reading the Harry Potter books, I could describe the character of Harry Potter as brave, athletic, humble, and loyal. All these traits, in my mind, make him an inspirational person. Harry Potter inspires me because of his bravery. He was the only person who would call Voldemort by his name; everyone else would refer to him as “you-know-who.” Harry also defeated Voldemort despite everything that he went through. Out of the golden trio, Harry Potter was the bravest. He was, also, a humble person. Though he defeated Voldemort he never bragged about it. He also never said that he defeated Voldemort all by himself. He said that he couldn’t do it without his friends.

Harry Potter was also very athletic. He was the best seeker in Quidditch at Hogwarts. He was always trying to do his best on the field. He would do anything to help his team win. He always was a seeker that the team could trust.  Also, Harry Potter was a loyal friend. He cared when one of his friends got hurt. For example, when Hermione was being attacked by the troll, Harry tries to save her. Harry also helped save Buckbeak by giving him to Sirius.

All of these traits make Harry very inspirational to me. Even if he is a fictional character many people look up to him. He is loyal, friendly and brave. He is someone that anyone would love to be friends with, myself included!

Poems

My assignment was to write some poems. Enjoy!

These are my twists of the types of poems I studied in class today. Enjoy!

Haiku

Spring is Here!

Little Butterfly

Dancing over the flowers

Graceful as a swan

Beautiful Duckling

Swimming all around the pond

Looking for some fish

We sit in moonlight

Watching the animals play

Laughing till the night

Moon shines over us

Giving everyone the news

That spring is now here


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Letter to Dr. King

...little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls....

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama…..little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

January 21st, 2013

Dear Dr. King,

A lot has happen over the past fifty years. Segregation is diminishing in the United States. Your birthday has become a national holiday, and your house has become a museum. You have inspired so many people to change the world.  Your speeches and words still lived in our hearts. Thanks to your hard work and determination people of all colors can go to the same schools, eat at the same restaurants and drink at the same water fountains.

We still struggle with race issues in the United States, but people of all colors are allowed to take part in conversions. People are inspired by the choices you made. You were willing to go to jail so many times just to prove your point. You knew that life could be better than what is was when you were protesting. The world has become a happier place and we have learned to work together.

You have become an important part of our history. A lot of people look up at you as a role model. Your speeches are very inspirational to all people, regardless of their background. You have let the world know that one person can make a difference. Thank you for persistence and will power.

Sincerely,

Anmol

Charles Dickens: His Life Story

Charles DickensHave you heard of A Christmas Carol? Do you know who wrote it? The author of the story is Charles Dickens. Charles was a popular author, but two of his most famous novels were: A Christmas Carol and Oliver Twist. He was a descriptive writer.

Charles Dickens was born February 7th, 1812, in Portsmouth England. He was the second of eight children. He was also the oldest son and was a part of six of the Dickens’ children who survived to be an adult. Charles’ father was very close to him. They would always go on walks. On one walk his father, John Dickens, showed Charles a beautiful house and told him he could buy it someday if he worked hard. Charles never forgot that house and in 1856 he bought the house: Gad’s Hill Place in Higham, Kent.

Gad's Hill Place

Photograph of Gad’s Hill Place

Charles’ father worked at a mill and got little money. When Charles and his family moved to London his father was put in debtor’s prison because he couldn’t pay his debt of 40 pounds. Everyone – but Charles – moved to the prison with Mr Dickens.

Charles instead began working at a shoe polishing factory sticking labels on jars. The money he earned was used to pay for staying in a boarding house. After eight months, John Dickens was able to leave the prison and move in the boarding house where Charles was living thanks to Charles securing the money owed. Charles was able to go back to school.

Charles’ first book was called Sketches by Boz. Boz was Charles’ pen name. Sketches by Boz were a series of short stories. This book was an instant success. People loved Charles’ style of writing.  This inspired Charles to write more stories. His next book was the Pickwick Papers. This was Charles’ first novel. After this story came Oliver Twist. Oliver Twist was probably inspired by Charles’ own experiences. Oliver was put to work at a young age; similarly, Charles started working in a factory days after turning twelve. Life just got better and better for Charles as his writing continued. On December 19th, 1843 he published the most famous Christmas story of all time: A Christmas Carol.

In his personal life, Charles married Catherine Hogarth and had ten children. In 1842, Charles and Catherine visited the United States. He was not very fond of the country because of the issue of slavery and his opinion on the American Government. Charles’ then traveled to Italy and Switzerland.

In 1857, Charles’ hired professional actress Ellen Ternan to work on his play The Frozen Deep. He fell in love with her and in 1858 he divorced Catherine.  On June 9th, 1865 while returning from Paris with Ternan, Charles’ was involved in a train crash. Before rescuers arrived, Charles tended and comforted the wounded and dying.  Before leaving the train, he returned to his carriage to retrieve the final part of Our Mutual Friend.  Exactly, five years after the train accident, Charles Dickens died in his sleep from stroke at his home in Gad’s Hill Place.

Although, Charles died a long time, his stories still live with us today. People marvel at his style of writing. For example, take the Christmas Carol it has been used as inspiration in many stories including Dr. Seuss’ “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.”  The character of the Grinch can be compared to the character of Scrooge. Another example is the character of Oliver Twist that can be compared to Harry Potter. Both were orphans who had to struggle. I believe that Charles Dickens is a popular author because he is able to catch the reader’s attention.

Bibliography

Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870).” BBC News. BBC, n.d. Web. 18 Jan. 2013.
Hotten, John Camden. Charles Dickens, The Story of His Life. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1870. Print.
Michael Slater, ‘Dickens, Charles John Huffam (1812–1870)’, Oxford Dictionary of National Biography, Oxford University Press, 2004; online edn, May 2011. 19 Jan 2013

The Taste of Chocolate-Chip Cookies

When I bite into a chocolate-chip cookie…

The taste of chocolate-chip cookies always reminds me of when we got cookies for dessert at my old school. The woman who gave the cookies out was, well, crabby. “Two cookies only!” she would say with so much force it would make us take the cookies and get out of her way. If you forgot the cookies for even a good reason, you could forget about getting them. My friends and I always pictured her as a crab, and just as you never want to get in a way of a crab, you should never get in her way.

This very day, one of the kids in my class was fed up with the crabby lunch lady. He got a bunch of kids – mostly boys – to take three cookies instead of two. To do this, they would take the two cookies like every other day. Then they would take the tongs and drag it across the platform, grabbing an extra cookie with it and put it on their tray. I thought this was quite a clever idea, but the lunch lady didn’t.  It made her angry! So, instead, she would have two cookies ready on a plate for us so we couldn’t get three. We quickly realized this was war.

Then the same kid, whose name was Jason, got an apple and asked for it to be cut in super thin slices. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but with that mischievous grin plastered on his face, I knew he was up to no good. I asked my best friend, Kate, if the crabby lunch lady disliked thin apple slices. She looked at me real funny but said that she thought so. I told her what I had seen and she exclaimed, “I knew something was going on!” So, Kate and I hid behind a crate and watched from a distance as Jason went to give the apple slices to the lunch lady. Kate and I looked at each other and smiled. We had done many crazy things in our time together, but none was as crazy as what Jason was about to do.

“No, Jason No!” I heard from the kitchen.  It was Mrs. Crabby as our lunch lady was known by most people in the school. “Just try one,” Jason said looking straight in the lunch lady’s eyes holding up a green apple slice, “I know that you would like it if you gave it a try.”

“Go away, Jason!” said the lunch lady. She was raising her voice now. This was the time to pack your suitcase and move as fast as a gazelle all the way to Africa. “Come on, just one!” Jason urged. He had drawn a crowd now, but Kate and I were smart enough to stay hidden.

“Jason, LEAVE NOW!” The lunch lady was practically yelling. Now, this was the time to move like a cheetah and go for eternity to Antarctica and make friends with the penguins. Jason held his ground and held his head up high. “Just one and we will all leave you.” Honestly, I still don’t know what the fuss was for; I mean, it was just a thin apple slice. I looked to my left and saw half the crowd backing away, and the other half running off to their seats, silently eating. I carefully looked over the top of the crate and saw the lunch lady. She looked like a bull ready to charge at Jason’s red hair.

“Jason, leave or I will tell your teacher.” said the lunch lady, but her voice was lower and she sounded just a little defeated but, that totally disappeared over the sound of her anger. I think she knew that she had lost. Still, she looked so angry it made me want to cower away like a dog during a lightning storm. She snatched the apple from Jason’s hand, and next to me Kate muttered, “Rude!” I kept my eyes glued to her like a hawk watches his prey. Then the apple came up to her mouth. CHOMP! The sound echoed through the entire room and even the kids who had cowered away looked up. Jason gave a satisfied grin and he and everyone else went back to their seats.

Kate wanted to test the lunch lady and before I could stop her she was standing in front of her. “Can I have extra cookies?”

“No,” she started but then stared at the half eaten apple in her hand. “Umm…sure.” Then, she turned and walked away and threw the apple away in the trash can. I still do not know why the lunch lady didn’t like apples. Maybe it was because she didn’t like the flavor of them. So, whenever I bite into the soft, chewy chocolate-chip cookies, it reminds me of this fiasco.