Walden... Life in the Woods.... essay on humans... highly disorganised

I own the book Walden(u) by Henry David Thoreau but I have not read it. The only things I know of it are the setting of Thoreau's shed/house near Concord, Massachusetts by the Walden Pond and the idea that it is a reflexion of life and the "boycott" on spiritual and material desires. All I know is: I want to do what he did. I want to pack a bag, get everything together, and venture across wherever and situate myself by a pond near a little hut (perhaps one I won't build... taking into consideration my ineptitude with architecture and any sort of construction). I will have my works or studies with my chattels and my mindset. I will sit on rocky dirt, play with grass, breathe the haze drifting up from the cold water, and I will embrace nature. 

I sit writing, looking outside the window with the crest-fallen solace of hope for the "worry-less" absence of vexations I could have in this "wild-life". The inspiration for this contemplated and envisaged lifestyle comes from a long trail of motivational quotes and life "ponderings". 

(I digress here for a bit) I understand humans are over-evolved and that we have gone beyond the established ambits of our created, natural environment. As humans, we are no greater than any other functionless species on this planet. You can say we came here to find an answer... some reason for our existence. But it should go beyond unanimity when people look at our success in averring that we have failed our supposed embarkment. To not give credit or brownie points to a superior force or deity, I must say we are only here because energy and the laws of physics coerce us to exist. We are just as important as a bacterium, a grasshopper, a cardinal, or an orangutan. Unfortunately, I know that humans have "become" too intelligent to want to consider this as we tend to think and act condescendingly towards everything else in nature as we have enthroned ourselves upon a pedestal overlooking nature as a sovereign would a layman- completely deep-sixing the truth that we are but a frivolous component of nature ourselves.

This doctrine that we are the nonpareil potentates of the world interfered and interferes with our genuine, intended purpose on this soil. Our ideas have gone from surviving and discovering nature as caveman to the repellent material infatuation and lack of care for others as striving businessmen and CEOs. We have gone from a community of selfless, co-operative Samaritans to one of hateful, selfish thieves and villains of/to morality. 

We can look at ants and bees, two of the considered "more simple" detachments-work groups with a respected social order and collaboration method/technique, and we notice that they are properly and perfectly effectuating their offices. However, as the ultra-complex, omnipotent group we are we are destined to ruin this proper lifestyle. We look at each other, not as worker and helper but as other and foreigner. We look at each other through resentful eyes, disciminating dispositions and victimising constitutions. There has yet to be a time, a day, an hour in history during which no one is slandered, oppressed, or tormented- persecuted for being of a different skin colour, religion, or mindset. 

We can put our dogmatic views back inside of us and fulfil our task as simplistic earthlings, or we can continue this revolting spurning for those of varying backgrounds. Alas, it is too late for us/this population to revoke the damage done, and we must wait until our world is completely marred- flushed of all the corruption and loathing- and a new wave of ecosystem and creatures comes to occupy the subsequent "Earth". Only then can our successors claim we are no longer to be at fault, and our pasts can be put to rest, labelled as a candid stage in the evolution of the infinity- a chapter in the book of the universe.

You might be lost, asking how this all connects to my ostensibly hasty decision to be like Thoreau in Walden(u) and to live the life in the natural setting. Well, that's okay... but this summary is the reason I would be complacent with dwelling in solitude for some good amount of time. I would have water, pure food and shelter. Perhaps I would have animal friends as well. I would have happiness and I would have myself. I find that would be spending my time productively: to get a real, honest, refreshing look at the world we were supposed to inhabit. 

Stupid report card

The house is quiet as I am once again the only person up. I stared into the computer screen trying to finish webassign when I saw that a senior had posted their grades for the third quarter up as a funny joke. A sudden feeling of anxiety washed over me as I quivered at the thought of my grades. I tried to continue working but the curiosity in my head overwhelmed me to the point that I had to find out my grades. I snuck around the house looking through some file cabinets knowing my mom had the infinite campus password somewhere. After about an hour of intense searching i found the log in and password and typed it in once but it did not let me get in. Twice, still no access. I thought my mom might have changed the password but I decieded to give it a thrid try which was successful. I was in.
I felt like a theif opening a safe for some strange reason. They were my grades that I was "stealing" after all. I decided to hold off on my grades and look at my sisters first. Yes I'm nosy. If my sister did bad then i was out of the clear since my parents would be busy scolding her. Yes I'm evil. She did decently, a mix of A's and B's but not the grades my sister told me dad which was a majority of A's. I closed her report card and took a deep breath. I told myself it didn't matter what i got when i very well knew that this is the most important year of my high school career. I opened the report card. Sigh. Not anywhere near what i wanted. What could i expect? I knew what i was gonna get. I got the grades myself afterall. It just sucked to know i could have gotten more A's if i had a point or two higher on my average in a couple of classes. Damn it. I hate grades, i hate math, i hate physics. It's gonna be another long lecture from my dad and another quarter of dissappointment to live with for me. I don't even know why i'm writing this since i have a bunch of stuff to still do and two quizzes to study for. Maybe that's why i got a B in spanish.... Well now that i got my anxiety out i guess i'll stop writing. I just have to say that Math sucks, Physics sucks, Spanish sucks, basically school sucks. Nothing personal to the teachers just the subjects.

haiku

Miranda got me thinking about Haiku and i tried some of my own...

I have a poem

In my pocket that I must

Memorize at once 

Blossoms in spring time

Never fail to make me smile

Summer's almost here 

Not so successful experiment with rhyming... 

Warm air and cool breeze

Leaves are swaying on the trees

Pollen makes me sneeze

The Media's Audience

The media is a somewhat useful and reliable, but scary noun, place, thing, or whatever it is. It's
definitely not a person because a person is not useful or reliable. (wink wink) It is society's advocate and adversary. It can be dangerous and it can be humorous. The media can make one believe 2+2 = 7, but they also give out information helpful to you, like a picture of Rihanna after Chris Brown chewed and slapped her (like a real man 'sarcasm intended'). But why is the media so surreptitious (extra points on vocab quiz please)? Who is it targeting?

I learned in psych that peoples' brains develop and are able to view the world in different ways as they grow older. When they are born, they tend to have a self-centered type of view. They want everything for themselves, not having any knowledge of the process called "sharing and caring." When they are around 7, they get out of that shell. They see the world in other peoples' shoes. When they get older and older, people look more and more into the meaning of life, and the meaning of the pursuit of happiness.

In one of my SAT prep tests, I found a passage. It was, obviously, about the media. I don't have the test with me, so I can't credit or quote the author. Anyhow, I can still summarize it and give my opinion about it.

The passage said that the audience that media wants to target is the children. That was the whole argument of the passage. For my opinion, I 99.9% agree with it, the other .01% is that I think the media also targets senile people in nursing homes with the same brain that of a baby. The reason why I agree though is because children don't have that "seeing life in a different way" ability. They also need the mother's attention and the mother always responds to the baby's wants and needs. So, basically, the media persuades, the kid abides, and the mom complies. The media gets the most out of children that way because the adults listen to children, not the media.

Now for my opinion about the media. I think the media is bad. I think some things should be censored by the government. Some people are against government censorship saying, "We have the freedom to control and blah blah blahhhh!", but what if your children saw American Pie: Band Camp on the television? Would you still fight for the outlandish cause? The media is the making of a crazy guy, like Michael Moore. You might not think that the media is influencing you in any way, but it is affecting the people that affect you.

P.S. [also, watch out for China, it is said that it will take over the world soon]
-Andrew I.

My Persuasive Essay- Why We Should Reinstate an Open Campus

(I have chosen to not post my intro and a few other sentences, as some may find them offensive)


“The welfare and safety of our students is our first priority,” “safety is the primary reason,” and, “the location of our school is not conducive to an open campus” are three of the main arguments school authorities have made against open campus. These arguments are reasonable in that school officials do not want to be held accountable for irresponsible actions students take off school grounds. However, the effects of disallowing adolescents to go out into the “real world” during school hours, are severely limiting students’ ability to make responsible decisions independently. One parent from North Shore said, ''I don't think kids learn responsibility by leaving school, and parents who work like to know that their children are in school and are safe.'' This statement coincides with my belief that the effects of closing campus are severely sheltering and over-protecting young adults. It is completely rational for parents to worry about their children, but there comes a point in life when parents must minimize the amount of decision-making they carry out for their children, and balance their fears with the need to prepare kids for independence in the coming years.
According to the New York Times, many Long Island high schools decided to implement an open campus ten years ago because of inadequate space to accommodate large numbers of students. In more recent years, Great Neck South’s population has tripled, and many changes have been made in order to satisfy the needs of the student body and faculty. These changes include the discarding of daily period changes, which added a variety in the weekly class arrangement, the addition of periods three through eight as lunch periods, and the transformation of the GP room into a classroom. The GP room used to be a quiet area in which students could socialize, do homework, and eat lunch. Now, the GP room is still a place for students to buy lunch, however, they now must find somewhere else to eat. The main hall is generally full during lunch periods, the library does not permit food, and the cafeteria is not pragmatic for those who wish to do homework because the noise level is generally above what most students find reasonable to concentrate. Recently, a friend and I who usually sit in the hallway to eat lunch were told that we had to find another place to eat. Our school does not sufficiently provide enough locations for students to eat lunch. Having an open campus would permit seniors to get a lunch that satisfies their social, educational, and spatial needs.
Moreover, at age eighteen, adolescents are not only recognized as potential drivers, but they are legally able to vote, sign contracts, get married, enlist in the army, and make other life-changing choices. In these cases, the law recognizes eighteen-year-olds as mature adults who have the ability to make responsible, independent decisions. Why then should it be the school’s responsibility to keep these “mature adults” safe? Shouldn’t it be the student and the student’s parents’ responsibilities to ensure that this “mature adult” is driving safely? Also, a school is an institution maintained by the state. The state legally recognizes licensed drivers as people who have the ability to make accurate decisions on the road. It is not the school’s place to decide that all seniors should have to wait until fourth quarter to use their licenses effectively.
There are many ways to maintain an open campus. One effective plan includes making a rule that the only seniors who are allowed to leave are those with two consecutive free periods. This guarantees plenty of time for students to buy food and return to school without rushing. If parents do not want their child to leave campus, they can simply ensure that their child does not have two free periods in a row by contacting their child’s guidance counselor. In order to promote this parental consent, parents should be sent a letter that asks whether or not they permit their child to leave campus. If the parent consents, special lettering should be typed on the child’s school ID card. This way, we can adopt the policy of Commack High School where the student who leaves campus gives his or her ID to the security guard at the gate, and only upon arrival back to school receives the card. This ensures that students will not cut classes, and will effectively keep track of who leaves campus. The vice-principal noted that it would be difficult for parents to say no. In this situation, it is the parent’s prerogative to give consent or not, and gives him or her full responsibility for doing so.
This paper is meant in no way to disregard the families who have suffered losses through open campus policies. However, it is meant to remind parents, administration, teachers, and all others opposed to open campus that society cannot hold anyone but the driver accountable for his or her irresponsible actions on the road. There are many benefits to having an open campus, and it can easily be regulated.

Superstitions.....?

A famous coach once said, “If it works once, do it again.” I’m sure you can apply that to many aspects of your life, but I can relate this to one aspect of mine. It was about the end of 8^th grade when I began competing in fencing. Since then, I have developed many superstitions that I strongly adhere to.

Over two years ago I received a gift of an Adidas soccer shirt. Due to its sweat absorbing characteristics, I began wearing it to every significant competition. Of course I haven’t done well in every competition, but in the competitions where I did not bring it, or wear it, I did not do well at all. However, recently I received a T-shirt from mom as a souvenir when she returned from Paris. I felt that almost 3 years of wearing the same Adidas shirt it was finally time to retire it and try something new. This new Paris shirt will be my new lucky competition shirt. Of course felt like there was some risk involved because if I did not do well then I would never forgive myself for not bringing along my old Adidas shirt. I first wore the new “Paris Shirt” at an Under 19 and Division I North American Cup in Kentucky. Here, I fenced the best I did in my life. I beat several strong people, one ranked #4^th in the United States at the time and another who was on the national team the year prior. Additionally, I narrowly lost (15-14) to the Canadian National Champion who was ranked top 20 in the world. I guess you can’t call losing (15-14) luck, but if I wasn’t fencing well it could have been really bad. Now I bring that shirt with me everywhere. However, recently I decided not to wear the Paris T-shirt and go back to my old Adidas one during an important competition in New Mexico, I lost, horribly.

So you may think that this is all a coincidence, but, last June my mom wore a pink shirt that no one thought anything of. It was at the 2008 Nationals, where I got top 16 in the under 16 age group and won Division II. During the 10 day period that I was in California, my mom was wearing that shirt both days (washed of course). Since then, every U16 national competition I’ve been to my mom has worn that same shirt and I’ve increased my national ranking. She has even worn it in Germany and Sweden at U16 World Cups where I’ve participated. Several months ago I had to travel to St. Louis by myself. My superstition was so strong about that shirt that I threw it in my suitcase and took it with me to St. Louis. Even on the day of competition, I put the shirt in my fencing bag, and I did well again.

Even the great Michael Phelps (pre drug use) has superstitions. Before every race he swings his arms back and fourth twice. In an interview, Michael said that he has never won a race where he’s forgotten to swing his arms. Unlike me, Mr. Phelps usually remembers. A few months ago my grandmother gave me a little necklace that is supposed to bring me good luck. I believe strongly that you need to have a little luck on your side, thus I enthusiastically accepted it. When I compete I always keep this lucky necklace it in my fencing bag and find the time to touch it before every bout. It may seem a little silly but every time I have forgotten to touch it I’ve lost. Once in the middle of a bout I remembered that I had forgotten to shake the lucky necklace. I made the referee call halt, and I ran over to my bag to touch the necklace. When the referee asked what I was doing I told him I was getting a tissue. Unfortunately, the referee gave me a yellow card and I eventually lost (15-14) to the #1 ranked under 17 fencer in America. I feel that if I had remembered to touch the necklace before the bout started I would have won. I’m not sure if it’s a coincidence but really believe that it is an important factor.

Another routine that I do the night before an important competition is read a book. Not just any book, but a book written by Aladar Kogler who happens to be a sports psychologist at Columbia University and fencing coach at my club. It contains strategies for fencing and controlling your emotions during a competition. Before I had this book I was very inconsistent and unable to fully concentrate on the task at hand. According to Dr. Kogler I had too much “negative energy.” After I analyzed the book, it has completely changed my attitude and concentration during a competition. Every night before an important competition I read short excerpts from this book, no matter how late. One time I got back from dinner and felt enormously tired. My mom told me to go to sleep, but I managed to take out my book and read a few chapters. I felt that it won’t matter how much sleep I get because if I don’t read the book I won’t be mentally focused and none of my fencing actions will work the next day.

One last superstition that I have acquired in the last few months is verbal. For those of you who don’t know, it’s quite common in fencing for people to yell out when they got a good touch in a bout. This is similar to football players when do their little victory dance or pound their chest after making big catch or touchdown. For fencers it could be anything, often times people make up words and yell at the top of their lungs, which can actually be quite entertaining to watch. Yet, anytime I have yelled the phrase “Come On” in the middle of a bout I have lost 15-14. This happened twice, once against the top U19 fencer from Canada mentioned earlier and a little Slovakian kid when I was in Sweden. Now I even tell spectators not to say “Come On,” but say something a little more preferable such as “Lets Go.” An example of this was during the county final of my High School League. Our coach was yelling “Come On” to a team member who was losing and was in the deciding bout of the county championship. I told the coach not to say “Come On.” He looked at me perplexed but eventually obliged. After that moment my teammate came back from a 2-0 deficit and won 5-3.

It’s nice to know other athletes have superstitions like I do. I know people who also wear the same shirt and others who wear the same socks at every competition. Of course they can get quite smelly if you neglect to wash them but it’s a sacrifice that we are willing to make. Living with superstitions makes my job as an athlete a little bit harder, but it is comforting to know that in the heat of competition I have a little luck on my side.

-C. Fishler

Majestic Beauty (rough draft)

His hands clenched the paper stub, eyes stuck on the television screen watching the progress of number 13 - Majestic Beauty was her name. And by God, was she a beauty. Dark, long slender legs galloping upon the sodden earth and a tail catching the sun, golden filigree weaved into the black tangle. She’d been last out of the stalls, but she’d caught up as he’d known she would. She passed the ones lagging at the back easily and her jockey gripped his knees against her side tighter to ascertain his sturdy position.

The commentator rehearsed in excited tones the progress of Majestic Beauty and the crowd seemed to surge forwards as one, as if to gain a better perspective. She was the least favorite of the twelve running today, but Greg had had his eye on her for some time. He’d watched her fall in her last race. Not a bad trip, but enough to get her to the bottom of the list today obviously. It wasn’t common for horses, who fell to race again, but she had and Greg was only too thankful for that. His heart fluttered and then it happened. She passed the favorite who was at the head of the pack, and she stampeded the rest of the way, cutting through the finish line.

Cries of rage and disbelief erupted in the smoke-filled betting shop as the men loosened their grip on yet another ticket and let it fall to the floor. Failed again by the racetrack they left hurriedly as if by rushing out, the lost money (and faith) would be less of an insult to their names. Greg stayed though, paralyzed. Beauty had come in at 25-1. He’d bet $50. His earnings weren’t hard to work out. Sixty-three years old and $2,500 richer. Now that’s a profit.

He’d splurged all his savings on this one bet, hadn’t even been to the betting shop for the last few months because he didn’t want to waste the money. He needed it for Majestic Beauty, and she’d come through for him. Spurred into movement by this thought, he ambled up to the counter, a sly smile complimenting his sagging cheeks and lost eyes.

Once he got home Greg put his winnings in his wife’s old treasure chest amongst the broken clasps of earrings, the many crumpled papers carrying short attempts at poetry, and her death certificate. He propped the picture of her up atop the money though he knew it’d only fall down once he closed the lid over. But that wasn’t the point.

He’d dreamt of her six months ago and it was a dream of pleasant memories encumbered by rising voices that would later be retracted and solved by tender kisses. Anyway, in the dream, she’d been yelling at him once more, telling him that if he dared go to the betting shop today, he shouldn’t expect her to be waiting when he got back. He almost laughed at her - the same threat had been made a hundred times before and though she had packed sometimes and left her suitcases in front of the door, she’d never actually made it out herself. Instead, he’d come home to find her washing some dishes a little more roughly than reasonable. He’d walk up behind her, wrap his arms around her waist and whisper in her ear, “won enough to get that necklace you wanted.” And he’d spot the smile creeping up the side of her face and spin her around to hug her. “Pain in the ass,” he’d chuckle.

Anyway, so in this dream, he stood there trying his best to hold the laugh in at her threat and narrowed eyes. In the dream though, she didn’t turn away and run upstairs to begin packing like she had in reality, but she came to him, wrapped her dainty arms around his neck and whispered, “Majestic Beauty, that’s the one.”

When he woke, he recalled every detail of the dream and he held them close to him, trying to preserve them. That day, he’d turned the TV on to see a horse named Majestic Beauty in black and white galloping hard and fast down the track and she was sure to win … until she fell, slamming into the mud and sending fireworks of dirt into the air. That was when he knew what his wife was asking in the dream. She was asking him to have patience and faith and bet on this horse who was sure to have the worse odds in whichever race she showed up in next. He wasn’t worried that’s she’d be put down, somehow he knew her leg would mend and she’d race again just as his wife had known in the dream.

In the here and now, he closed the lid of the chest, heard the tell-tale sound of the photograph falling back to the bottom and he chuckled, “Pain in the ass.

Tell Sloane I say "what up"

I was speeding and got caught

It didn't slip with ease

The young female cop

Made me drop to my knees

I was kind and sincere

I did apologize

But she just glared at me

With her odious eyes

So I tried sweet-talking her

And played my cards right

I saw her cold grimace

Turn into a grin of delight

In the end I got her info

She was really a good sport

And in a week we have a date . . .

At the Great Neck municipal court

Hot 'n Spicy Chex Mix

With the squares coated with spice,
O they do taste so nice.
I believe it’s a new flavor
I gotta learn to savor
The awesome taste of this new phenomenon
Loaded with flavorful pieces you just wanna go on
About how these fun shapes will make your day
O’ what did you say?
60% less fat than regular potato chips?
This is just sheer craziness. I just wanna do flips.
The way your tongue melts it. It’s plain bliss.
Pretzels, bagel chips, cheese nips, little squiggles,
Can I have some more pu-lease?
If I didn’t have these chex mixes,
the world will be an awful place.
Every girl would cry and lose their grace,
for the taste is all up in yo face!
The avalanche of flavor takes you by surprise
It’s like watching a breath taking sunrise.
Will I ever get used to this bite size heaven?
No, matter of fact, lemme go buy another seven.
Maybe one day I’ll get over this emotion,
But until then, I’ll be swimming around in this endless chex mix ocean.

False Confidence

By: Jessica Kim

I think when it comes to test grades..I'm too calm
unlike others who spazz like my neighbor Tom
I get a bad test score
I mean..its not like it's a bore
it's just that I don't cry hardcore
Maybe it's a good thing
Maybe its a bad thing.
Whatever it is, I want it to stop
Because I wanna come out on top
This "false confidence" is pulling me down
makes me wanna frown
I gotta get motivated
I gotta get dedicated
I can't let this apathy
consume my being
cuz i dont need empathy
from another human being
I just gotta rid myself of this emotion
if i wanna get a promotion
No more false confidence.

"We Paved Paradise..."

"Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till it’s gone, we paved paradise to put up a parking lot"-Counting Crows

I found out recently that my best friend’s mother is going to lose her ongoing fight with breast cancer. This not only shocked me, but I was utterly appalled that woman so generous and kind should suffer this horrific fate. I was never told the extent to which the cancer had spread or had gotten worse, and for that reason I had remained optimistic up until receiving this news.

Up until this point I hadn't experienced a death or rather will experience a death of this magnitude. Sure, great aunts and uncles have passed, even my own grandpa passed away, but for some reason it didn't hit me as hard as finding out Mrs. Kelly had a few weeks to live. Was this because I was closer to Mrs. Kelly than I had been with my own relatives? Or was there some underlying reason that this pain was greater than others?

This question stuck with me for awhile until I realized what the answer was. I felt so much pain for Emily, a young girl of 16, who would have to go on through her teenage years without a mother. Through the pain I felt for Emily, I realized that I had been taking my parents for granted. It disgusts me as I look back now that I've regarded my parents as nuisances, instead of the loving people they are. My whole perspective on life changed, the moment I knew Mrs. Kelly was going to die.

I wasn't the only one who came to this conclusion. As my friends and I were talking and crying in the locker room about Mrs. Kelly one day after practice, we agreed that through her death we would appreciate our parents more. It's a shame that the death of such a lovely woman was what it took to make us come to this conclusion. Which reminds me of the lyrics to a counting crow song..."Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you got till it’s gone, we paved paradise to put up a parking lot."

THE RECESSION IS OVA!

I dedicate this one to all the single ladies out there!

So i was at the Walmart in Binghamton the other day,.,., and i was quite disturbed by what i saw.
Everyone there looked deformed, i didnt see one normal looking person there. I asked my brother "Do they dump nuclear waste near here or something" He replied "Its like going to the Zoo, you gotta just take it all in" So thats what i did. There were nasty nasties, super baddies, people with small heads, 3rd generation hicks, Navajo Indians and so many other strange species. There was one lady on line that caught my attention. Fat. Pushing 300 mos likely, pinched face with glasses, short. small red hooked nose. She looked like a obese pigeon with boobs. She was leaning on a cart, 1/3 of her mass. In the cart were about 10 small cans of cat food. She looked like the type that enjoys cat food. She probably had cats before she ate them.

So anyways i was talking to my lady friend on aim the other day. She was talkin bout how she had woken up because she had a dream where she was peeing, so she made sure she didnt pee in her bed and went to the bathroom, then went back to sleep. I replies: so true, so trues. a similar thing happend to me I had a dream that there was a monkey in my room, so i woke up made sure there was no monkey, went to the bathroom, and went back to sleep.

In art im drawing a baby in a Hamburger aka, Hamburga baby. and its dreaming bout a hamburgR, in the dream caption it says "....see da burger, be da burger". My art teacher doesnt like it. She cant handle tha mind Explosion.

THEE END BIACH!!