One of the most influential living thing in my life that warms my day and makes me feel better is my cat. My cat's name is Felix. He is a Ragdoll that is white with blue eyes, a grey tail, and a grey face. Felix is four years old and weighs 17 pounds and likes to hang around me. I would like to show you my cat's life.
Every morning when I wake up, my cat follows me around and likes to be petted. He typical rolls over on his back and he puts his paws down. When I pet him he starts to purr and when I walk away he looks at me with his big blue eyes. As I head down for breakfast he jumps up on his tree and meows at me to feed him. I never do though because that is my sister's job.
After I have left for school with my dad who goes to work, my cat begs for food from my sister. My cat likes to eat a lot, and since we feed him about half of what we used to, he eats it all in the morning.When Sarah leaves, he usually hangs out in the family room where he can watch our canary. Felix many times has tried to hunt our canary, and we had to move all the furniture away from the cage. I think the cat gets hyper and wants the bird most is when our bird sings.
When my dad returns home for lunch, my cat sometimes visits with him by jumping up on our kitchen table which is low enough for him to jump on. My dad likes Felix a lot, and the cat usually sleeps at my dad's feet every night. When I come home from school, I pet my cat and he takes away the pressures of my school where it sometimes seems like an uphill battle against two thousand students, and probably one hundred and fifty teachers. One day recently, I gave Felix a piece of bologna and he ate it off my hand and licked the grease off.
Right around dinnertime my dog Oscar goes to stalk the cat. He chases Felix around the house and bites off bits of kitty fur. I always think it is funny when animals use their instincts to go and hunt. Just like my dog who hunts the cat, and my cat hunts the bird.Then after an unsuccessful day of hunting, they lay down and take a nap.
Later after I have finished my homework, I go downstairs to discuss politics with my dad and to go and see my cat. My cat is usually on the couch watching FOX News with my dad anyway, so I do not have to look very far for him.
My cat has a big part of my social aspect of my life. He makes me feel good about myself. I think that everyone should have a cat like Felix. To see more ragdoll cats like mine, go to http://catsabout.com/od/breedpictures/ig/Ragdoll-Cat-Photos/.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The Hockey Game
I love going to hockey games. Last weekend I went to go see the Plymouth Whalers with my dad to see them play the Spitfires from Windsor, Canada.
Hockey games is the best entertainment in the world. Every time you watch hockey there is the excitement and emotions that are unique to the hockey game. I was focused on watching the left defensemen because that is my position on my own team.
About half an hour before the game started we got there. I have not been to the Whalers in over a year, so I was extremely excited and it was on my mind the whole weekend. We walked around the arena and found our seats. Our seats were in the third row on a corner, and we were the only ones sitting in that row. I liked it because it was private, and it was not crowded at all. After walking down to get our seats, my dad bought pizza for me. Since they have a pizza restaurant outside the rink that was crowded, we bought from a vendor who sold the same kind of pizza around the rink. I had two slices before the game started.
When the first period started, I tried to focus my attention on the left defensemen. The Whalers played very different hockey than midgets do because the whalers skated very fast and had forty second line changes, ( midgets is the age level of hockey I play in). I noticed that the defensemen did mostly the same things that I did on the ice. My dad and I sat on the visitors side, so every time the Canadians scored a goal, everyone cheered. I thought that the Whalers played a very bad game, and I thought they would loose because they were outplayed.
In intermission my dad and I talked about how the Canadians love the English Queen Elizabeth II so much and that even though they are an independent country for about 150 years, they are still culturally part of the crown. Later we bought nachos and Pepsi. The second period was a disaster for the Whalers. They did not score any goals and put forth little effort to challenge their enemies. The only thing that kept me from cheering the Canadians was the fact that they were Canadians.
The third period went by fast for me. I think it was because I was having too much fun with my dad.I watched the whole period. It was very intense and I chewed popcorn very fast. I think the Whalers tried their best in this period, even though they had hardly any shots and it seemed like a lost cause. About one minute before the game ended we left our seats and watched from the entrance and ran out into the parking lot after the last second ended to beat traffic.
Hockey games is the best entertainment in the world. Every time you watch hockey there is the excitement and emotions that are unique to the hockey game. I was focused on watching the left defensemen because that is my position on my own team.
About half an hour before the game started we got there. I have not been to the Whalers in over a year, so I was extremely excited and it was on my mind the whole weekend. We walked around the arena and found our seats. Our seats were in the third row on a corner, and we were the only ones sitting in that row. I liked it because it was private, and it was not crowded at all. After walking down to get our seats, my dad bought pizza for me. Since they have a pizza restaurant outside the rink that was crowded, we bought from a vendor who sold the same kind of pizza around the rink. I had two slices before the game started.
When the first period started, I tried to focus my attention on the left defensemen. The Whalers played very different hockey than midgets do because the whalers skated very fast and had forty second line changes, ( midgets is the age level of hockey I play in). I noticed that the defensemen did mostly the same things that I did on the ice. My dad and I sat on the visitors side, so every time the Canadians scored a goal, everyone cheered. I thought that the Whalers played a very bad game, and I thought they would loose because they were outplayed.
In intermission my dad and I talked about how the Canadians love the English Queen Elizabeth II so much and that even though they are an independent country for about 150 years, they are still culturally part of the crown. Later we bought nachos and Pepsi. The second period was a disaster for the Whalers. They did not score any goals and put forth little effort to challenge their enemies. The only thing that kept me from cheering the Canadians was the fact that they were Canadians.
The third period went by fast for me. I think it was because I was having too much fun with my dad.I watched the whole period. It was very intense and I chewed popcorn very fast. I think the Whalers tried their best in this period, even though they had hardly any shots and it seemed like a lost cause. About one minute before the game ended we left our seats and watched from the entrance and ran out into the parking lot after the last second ended to beat traffic.
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Korean Nuisance
Over 60 years ago the war against the Germans and the Japanese Empire ended, leaving the disputed continental territories of Japan in the hands of Americans and Soviets, (The continental possessions of Japan prior to WWII were Korea as well as Manchuria), creating a mess that will probably last throught the 21st century.
We had single-handedly defeated the Japanese. Korea was ours to take. We had occupied the southern half of Korea, while we left the northern half to the inhuman Soviets who installed an evil dictator who made himself a god. Then not surprisingly, the thing that ruled a fantasy empire invaded South Korea. We went to war and almost defeated the North Koreans, until our modern good trading buddies the Chinese pushed our advance almost to where it was before the war started, and our front remains there today, only now they have industrial strength and much stronger allies.
The aftermath of WWII is not over. We let the comrades of Asia swallow up our victory. What have they installed, an evil dictator who has nukes! We had a chance to liberate and unite Korea fifty years ago when Chairman Mao, the (Chinese victor of the Korean War) was executing millions of men so he could build his great factories which today Americans buy their dolls from,( China was a very weak country under Chairman Mao's time). The Korean Nuisance today that the Soviets installed drives limousines, and lives the worlds finest lifestyle while keeping his citizens under his iron boot.
About fifty years later, in 2009, as I write this article, the Korean nuisance Kim Jong II, son of a God, is going to follow his fathers footsteps in his version of South Korea. It is obvious because of his ability to create fear over the world every time he test fires a nuke! If we do not stop that subhuman, one day we might get our foreign outpost run over by the N. Korean Steamroller!
However, I do not believe that the American politicians are willing enough to bother with Korea. We must keep in mind that it was the Japanese who bombed Pearl Harbor sixty years ago; it was the Russians in the Cuban Missle Crisis, and it was Chairman Mao who led the Cultural Revolution. If we lost Korea the last truly democratic nation with a presence in E. Asia will have left all security of liberly and freedom to a large part of Asia.
To learn more about North Korea's nuclar tests, go to http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,522098,00.html
We had single-handedly defeated the Japanese. Korea was ours to take. We had occupied the southern half of Korea, while we left the northern half to the inhuman Soviets who installed an evil dictator who made himself a god. Then not surprisingly, the thing that ruled a fantasy empire invaded South Korea. We went to war and almost defeated the North Koreans, until our modern good trading buddies the Chinese pushed our advance almost to where it was before the war started, and our front remains there today, only now they have industrial strength and much stronger allies.
The aftermath of WWII is not over. We let the comrades of Asia swallow up our victory. What have they installed, an evil dictator who has nukes! We had a chance to liberate and unite Korea fifty years ago when Chairman Mao, the (Chinese victor of the Korean War) was executing millions of men so he could build his great factories which today Americans buy their dolls from,( China was a very weak country under Chairman Mao's time). The Korean Nuisance today that the Soviets installed drives limousines, and lives the worlds finest lifestyle while keeping his citizens under his iron boot.
About fifty years later, in 2009, as I write this article, the Korean nuisance Kim Jong II, son of a God, is going to follow his fathers footsteps in his version of South Korea. It is obvious because of his ability to create fear over the world every time he test fires a nuke! If we do not stop that subhuman, one day we might get our foreign outpost run over by the N. Korean Steamroller!
However, I do not believe that the American politicians are willing enough to bother with Korea. We must keep in mind that it was the Japanese who bombed Pearl Harbor sixty years ago; it was the Russians in the Cuban Missle Crisis, and it was Chairman Mao who led the Cultural Revolution. If we lost Korea the last truly democratic nation with a presence in E. Asia will have left all security of liberly and freedom to a large part of Asia.
To learn more about North Korea's nuclar tests, go to http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,522098,00.html
Saturday, October 3, 2009
A History of The Tsars Russia
The Tsars ruled the country of Russia for hundreds of years, and thansformed the lowly, half-barbaric State of Rus into the great country it is today.
The History of the Tsar's Russia is very interesting. At first the city of Kiev,(today in Ukraine), was founded by the Vikings around 800, and it was called the State of Rus. The Byzantine Empire converted the Slavs to eastern orthodox, and were heavily influenced by them. Eventually Rus broke away from the Vikings and became an independent state. Later, in the 1200's, the Mongolian Golden Horde swept through Russia, burning Moscow and damaging Kiev. The Russians were not a powerful state back then, so it ad to pay tribute to the Mongols to leave them alone.
In the 1400's, Ivan the III married the last niece of the Byzantine Emperor, before Constantinople fell to the Turkish Sultanate Mohammad the II. Ivan III, called Moscow The Third Rome". Ivan the III built the Kremlin, as it stands today. His son, Ivan the IV, built St.Basil's Cathedral at the Kremlin for its victories against the Mongols at Kazan and Astrakhan.
In The 1600's, Peter The Great, transformed the poor , small isolated Russia into the nation we know today. He is famous for founding St. Petersburg, the capitol of the Tsars, so he could trade with Western Europe. He also gained The Baltic provinces of Sweden in The Great Northern War, to secure his control on the Baltic. At this time, the Russian Navy was founded.
In the 1700's, Catherine The Great completed Russia's modernization. She won the Crimea, and Georgia, both controlled by Turkey,(Russia's Enemy), and completed Russia's Siberian expansion. She is famous for murdering her husband, Tsar Peter III, in a, "Hunting Accident".
In the 1800's, Tsar Alexander II won the Napoleonic Wars in Russia, pushing them back from Moscow, all the way back to Paris. Alexander the II is also famous for freeing the old system of serfdom.
In the Mid-1800's, Tsar Alexander III is famous for starting construction of the great Trans-Siberian Railroad with lots of loans from France, (Russia's Ally). The reason France invested in Russia was they feared that the German state of Prussia might thy to conquer them, and they knew they would need Russia's help and his subjects were spread out far away.
The last Tsar of Russia, Nicholas II, son of Alexander III, won World War I with the Germans, losing Poland from a Soviet Treaty while he was still alive. By the end of World War I, he had lost his power to the Soviet Revolution before he was shot in Ekaterinburg with his family.
The History of the Tsar's Russia is very interesting. At first the city of Kiev,(today in Ukraine), was founded by the Vikings around 800, and it was called the State of Rus. The Byzantine Empire converted the Slavs to eastern orthodox, and were heavily influenced by them. Eventually Rus broke away from the Vikings and became an independent state. Later, in the 1200's, the Mongolian Golden Horde swept through Russia, burning Moscow and damaging Kiev. The Russians were not a powerful state back then, so it ad to pay tribute to the Mongols to leave them alone.
In the 1400's, Ivan the III married the last niece of the Byzantine Emperor, before Constantinople fell to the Turkish Sultanate Mohammad the II. Ivan III, called Moscow The Third Rome". Ivan the III built the Kremlin, as it stands today. His son, Ivan the IV, built St.Basil's Cathedral at the Kremlin for its victories against the Mongols at Kazan and Astrakhan.
In The 1600's, Peter The Great, transformed the poor , small isolated Russia into the nation we know today. He is famous for founding St. Petersburg, the capitol of the Tsars, so he could trade with Western Europe. He also gained The Baltic provinces of Sweden in The Great Northern War, to secure his control on the Baltic. At this time, the Russian Navy was founded.
In the 1700's, Catherine The Great completed Russia's modernization. She won the Crimea, and Georgia, both controlled by Turkey,(Russia's Enemy), and completed Russia's Siberian expansion. She is famous for murdering her husband, Tsar Peter III, in a, "Hunting Accident".
In the 1800's, Tsar Alexander II won the Napoleonic Wars in Russia, pushing them back from Moscow, all the way back to Paris. Alexander the II is also famous for freeing the old system of serfdom.
In the Mid-1800's, Tsar Alexander III is famous for starting construction of the great Trans-Siberian Railroad with lots of loans from France, (Russia's Ally). The reason France invested in Russia was they feared that the German state of Prussia might thy to conquer them, and they knew they would need Russia's help and his subjects were spread out far away.
The last Tsar of Russia, Nicholas II, son of Alexander III, won World War I with the Germans, losing Poland from a Soviet Treaty while he was still alive. By the end of World War I, he had lost his power to the Soviet Revolution before he was shot in Ekaterinburg with his family.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
In Search of Solitude; A Tale of Two Cafeterias
The Stevenson High School South Cafeteria was a loose environment where everyone could catch up on gossip, and meet up with friends from last year. It made the other students feel safe, protected by the many students who they trusted, because they did not trust themselves, when long ago most gave up everything that they enjoyed to fit in with everyone else. Such was the life of my fellow students.
I strutted happily into the South Cafeteria as if it were a classroom, and sat opposite of my friend Ali and her friends. I was happy because my math teacher was very warm and polite, which made a peaceful atmosphere of learning experience. It relieved me of my Geometry worries this year. I said, "Hello", to everyone at the table and smiled at them. I remembered the thought that made me feel good around these people, which was that I gave them nothing, and I expected nothing which allowed me to be part of such a group while securing my independence. There were not many relationships like this, and I was proud of it. I called it, "A Confederacy".
Ali, who I met in seventh grade, was my only friend. I gave her the quiet solemn respect as one of the most understanding people I knew. I saw her at the swim club a couple of times over the summer, and I called her on my cell phone. Most of the summer however, she was away at band camp. Ali was tall, had long brown hair that went slightly past her neck, and she has light blue eyes that seemed say, "I love being here".
Ali enjoyed the company of friends. They all shared stories of marching band camp and joked about their teachers they got. At one point, Ali said to her friends, "Stevenson is a very large school much different than Holmes. It will take some getting used to, but I am sure by the time we graduate, we will have forged friendships that will last a lifetime". I agreed, but I was not good at group socializing, so I thought of the gentle, peaceful sound of Rhapsody I listened to by Rachmaninoff, while scanning the cafeteria.
I observed that the cafeteria seemed small with many people- like a large barn that filled as more cows entered. The only difference it seemed was that we came to the cafeteria to rest from learning, and cows go to the barn to sleep. It was loud, crowded, and smelled of pizza and of the shaggy kid at the other table of whose gender I could not tell. I took a bite of my tuna fish sandwich. My bread felt soggy, like it was hastily made the night before, and spent several hours in the refrigerator. The lettuce leaves crunched against my teeth while the tomato gushed out juice adding sweetness to my fishy sandwich that smelled of mayonnaise. I enjoyed the taste of tuna and chewed and chewed viciously like a wolf eating its dinner. I wanted to take a hike down yonder to the North Cafeteria. I thought it would be more pleasant because of its spacious aisles, and long tables that seemed as endless as Newburgh Road. When I finished, I excused myself and walked into the hall.
The hallways reminded me of a circus. A circus where clowns lied, cheated, and entertained every other clown in the hall. They searched for a reason of existence, and saw it in the eyes of their classmates. I was not popular, because I refused to sell myself to humanity because I sought for truth and knowledge which made other clowns aware of their indecency, so I was often rejected.
When I reached the North Cafeteria, I noticed whole columns of vacant seats and more space than the congested traffic in the South Cafeteria. This cafeteria was more orderly than and not as loud as the South Cafeteria. I said quietly, "Under no circumstances will I eat in the South Cafeteria until should I ever submit to their bromide". I saw many people that I knew from eighth grade there, and they acted differently when I talked to them alone. When I stood there, some saw me in the hallway, and looked at me like they knew I wanted to speak to them, but they made no invitation or move to see me. I knew that they were controlled by the power of their friends. I laughed out loud. It amused me that I didn't need a crowd to guess at my own happiness, because I knew that I made and lived for my own happiness, in my own, individual, and completely independent way.
I strutted happily into the South Cafeteria as if it were a classroom, and sat opposite of my friend Ali and her friends. I was happy because my math teacher was very warm and polite, which made a peaceful atmosphere of learning experience. It relieved me of my Geometry worries this year. I said, "Hello", to everyone at the table and smiled at them. I remembered the thought that made me feel good around these people, which was that I gave them nothing, and I expected nothing which allowed me to be part of such a group while securing my independence. There were not many relationships like this, and I was proud of it. I called it, "A Confederacy".
Ali, who I met in seventh grade, was my only friend. I gave her the quiet solemn respect as one of the most understanding people I knew. I saw her at the swim club a couple of times over the summer, and I called her on my cell phone. Most of the summer however, she was away at band camp. Ali was tall, had long brown hair that went slightly past her neck, and she has light blue eyes that seemed say, "I love being here".
Ali enjoyed the company of friends. They all shared stories of marching band camp and joked about their teachers they got. At one point, Ali said to her friends, "Stevenson is a very large school much different than Holmes. It will take some getting used to, but I am sure by the time we graduate, we will have forged friendships that will last a lifetime". I agreed, but I was not good at group socializing, so I thought of the gentle, peaceful sound of Rhapsody I listened to by Rachmaninoff, while scanning the cafeteria.
I observed that the cafeteria seemed small with many people- like a large barn that filled as more cows entered. The only difference it seemed was that we came to the cafeteria to rest from learning, and cows go to the barn to sleep. It was loud, crowded, and smelled of pizza and of the shaggy kid at the other table of whose gender I could not tell. I took a bite of my tuna fish sandwich. My bread felt soggy, like it was hastily made the night before, and spent several hours in the refrigerator. The lettuce leaves crunched against my teeth while the tomato gushed out juice adding sweetness to my fishy sandwich that smelled of mayonnaise. I enjoyed the taste of tuna and chewed and chewed viciously like a wolf eating its dinner. I wanted to take a hike down yonder to the North Cafeteria. I thought it would be more pleasant because of its spacious aisles, and long tables that seemed as endless as Newburgh Road. When I finished, I excused myself and walked into the hall.
The hallways reminded me of a circus. A circus where clowns lied, cheated, and entertained every other clown in the hall. They searched for a reason of existence, and saw it in the eyes of their classmates. I was not popular, because I refused to sell myself to humanity because I sought for truth and knowledge which made other clowns aware of their indecency, so I was often rejected.
When I reached the North Cafeteria, I noticed whole columns of vacant seats and more space than the congested traffic in the South Cafeteria. This cafeteria was more orderly than and not as loud as the South Cafeteria. I said quietly, "Under no circumstances will I eat in the South Cafeteria until should I ever submit to their bromide". I saw many people that I knew from eighth grade there, and they acted differently when I talked to them alone. When I stood there, some saw me in the hallway, and looked at me like they knew I wanted to speak to them, but they made no invitation or move to see me. I knew that they were controlled by the power of their friends. I laughed out loud. It amused me that I didn't need a crowd to guess at my own happiness, because I knew that I made and lived for my own happiness, in my own, individual, and completely independent way.
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