Even if one is losing, they may succeed if they keep fighting for what they feel is right. The meaning of this theme statement is that you should keep on fighting and believing for what you think is right, and not what others think. In the song “Fight Song,” the writer says the regret she has for not speaking up, and that she will now shout out the things that she kept to herself.
Test days for math are usually the most stressful days for me. I would prefer doing 10 projects to describe my learning rather than doing a simple one-hour test. Sadly, that’s not the way it works for math. There simply isn’t any other way to demonstrate your learning other than a test. The fear of losing, the anxiety of being worse, and the horror of my reputation being crushed by an 8.5 x 11 piece of paper is too devastating for a simple mouse like me to handle. My friends may admire me for being smart, but I admire them because they don’t have to care about their results.
So, it’s the day of the math test but thankfully it’s in my 3rd block. As I venture through the big, pale doors of the school, it’s as if time flew faster than the speed of light, and there I was, in math class, in the 3rd block. I sat there, thinking of what kind of thing just happened: my arch nemesis, rival, competitor, who is also my best friend, just happened to pop into the class. There he is, Mr. Genius. Doesn’t do homework, doesn’t prepare, and sleeps in class, but when he does anything, literally, anything, he never loses.
As he hits the seat, he draws out his small dagger, is ready to slay the big beast without any proper preparation or weapons, but you really don’t need those when you got a hell of a brain. Tests were being distributed and the room immediately was stormed with silence. Unfortunately, the silence just made enough room for my nervousness to scold me.
After silently scribbling down answers for about 5 minutes, Mr. Genius decides to rise and swipe in his test. Gee, at least he could’ve waited a bit before handing in, show off! I thought to myself. But then again, who wouldn’t want to show off that inhuman ability?
I concentrated. My mind was working fast, but was it correct? Should I double check? Triple check? No, I’ll quad triple check. Wait, stop. Look at the time. 10 minutes left? People started to whisper, phones were being tapped, the clock was ticking. My brain was slowly being shut down by the most annoying sounds of all which were screaming like a tiger. tick, tock, tick tock. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Whisper, whisper, whisper. I’m not sure what happened after that, but I was glad to have made it out of the classroom alive, with both feet, both hands, and a functioning brain.
Fast forward about a week, the tests finally distributed back, and I was either going to brag for 2 minutes, or let my status burn in hell. I was eager to lift the heavy weight that had been on me once and for all. Mr. Genius got his test back, with a whopping 77%. Not bad, not good, but I’m probably not doing any better. Who am I to judge if I wasn’t as good as him? As my test was revealed to me, I was eager, uneasy, terrified to retrieve what may determine the rest of my future. I got a hold on the double-paged, 9 grams of paper, turned it around, and took a short glance.
From that day on, I learned that It may be good to have some confidence in myself. I leisurely sat back down, and it may have seemed that pride had completely devoured me at the moment. An incredible 92% did not deserve to be kept a secret. Lips were moving, arms were shaking, and my throat was completely filled with crap nobody wanted to hear and it felt good.
In the midst of my enjoyment and boasting attitude, our teacher declared, “Be sure to study for the test next Tuesday on trigonometry!”
I think I did super well on the 3rd to last paragraph with all the short sentences. It was something I never thought of before, and learned through reading short stories in class. To do better next time, I will double check my grammar mistakes and use better wording for some parts.
The point of view I chose was limited omniscient
Sergeant Josh went and knocked on the door. He was grumpy, tired, and sleepy. “Who the hell on earth would cause such a commotion at 1:00 am in the morning?” He thought to himself. The door was finally answered after another minute. The owner looked very awake, as if he had worked all night. He had slim body, big head, and a bright shiny smile. He eagerly welcomed the 3 officers into his house and urged them to search his house. “Sounds legit, I guess it is common to have a bad nightmare once in a while” thought Josh. He wanted to leave, but he had to finish his job. The 3 officers quickly scanned the house for anything, but didn’t look too deeply. After all, they usually get many complaints, but none of them involved anything suspicious. The owner invited the officers to have a cup of tea before they leave. Sergeant Josh was satisfied. “This guy wasn’t anything bad, he looks like a nice, welcoming person.” Josh decided to leave, and get some sleep. Just as he was about to step out, the owner decided to give a little entertainment. He shook his body, smashed his chair, and screamed out loud. He then revealed that the body had been hidden in the plank underneath his chair with guilt, and then Josh arrested him.
“First they came for the Jews” is a poem written by Martin Niemoller in 1946, after he was in a concentration camp during WW II due to him being a Christian. He wrote this poem to say how selfish he was to not speak up for the other people that Hitler targeted and then when he was the target, there was no one left to speak up for him since he did not speak up for others. The author writes, “They came for the Jews/ and I did not speak up/ because I was not a Jew” (Line 1-3) which is him saying he doesn’t care that the Jews were being targeted because he wasn’t a Jew himself, and he didn’t need to worry about being taken away, but when he says that “they came for me/ and there was no one left/ to speak up for me” (Line 10-12), it means that he couldn’t fight injustice because he didn’t speak up for the others that were also in the same situation as him. “First they came for the Jews” indicates that one can fight injustice by first speaking up and caring for others who are also dealing with injustice.
Going to eat at Sushi Oyama is riding a teleportation device to Japan. From the moment you stride into the restaurant, the atmosphere which has a calm Japanese vibe that will sooth your mind on a stressful day. The cleanliness and, cozy seating area, combined with the scent of brand-new ingredients makes a very welcoming experience for friends and family. For starters, you’re going to want to order their mouth-watering miso soup, which is a lake of steamy water and miso with tofu and green onions sprinkled in the soup to add a little extra flavour. The gleaming rolls are made with fresh fish ingredients, carefully warped around rice and surrounded by crispy, firm seaweed. All the fish sashimi is cut precisely with caution and neatly organized into two columns which make the food easy to grab and devour. The spicy rolls or sashimi’s are mild at first, but contains a little smack in the face, and a kick in your stomach after you think it’s gone. Their udon contains consistent smooth textured noodles enveloped by a sizzling bowl of soup with a combination of side ingredients to enhance the flavour. If you’re more into crunchy foods to munch on, I suggest taking a moment (and a few dollars) to try out their takoyaki. Takoyaki is a fried ball shaped Japanese snack made of a wheat flour-based batter and cooked in a special pan with a small piece of octopus inside. From the moment of my first bite into the crunchy exterior to the moment I nibbled on the chewy octopus, I knew I had to stop my family from taking any, and I usually fail, since my family really enjoys the takoyaki. My family and I come here around once a month and are stunned by the amazing service and food provided to us each time. Can’t wait to see you there! But be quick, as this teleportation device won’t last forever!
Adapted from the poem by Martin Nienoller “First They Came for the Jews” in response to the poem “Danger of Silence”
First they came for disabled people,
and I did not speak out,
because I was not disabled
Then they came for gay people
and I didn not speak out
because I was not gay
Then they came for black people,
and I didn not speak out
because I was not black.
Now when willl they come for me
because I was too busy or too apathetic
to defend by sisters and brothers?
How does one forgive after suffering oppression? Forgiving isn’t just about forgetting what the other person has done, but it’s also about healing yourself. One may have terrible experiences and may not want to forgive the other person, but by not forgiving, one is only going to hurt them self. By forgiving, one is forgetting about whatever that happened, and moving on, or having a fresh start with the person you forgave. I learned this from the book “The Forgiveness Garden.” There were 2 villages that were beside each other and the people of the 2 villages hated each other for a long time, but by taking the first step and deciding to forgive the other village (forgetting what happened and having a fresh start), the 2 villages are good together in the end. So how does one forgive? They should know that forgiving is not for the other person, but to heal them self.
Humans want to communicate
Humans have / need a a dream
Humans have a desire to help others
Humans seek happiness
Humans need friends / Humans need companions
Humans want to learn / seek knowledge
Humans need to express emotions
Humans can be ignorant and should be more aware
Humans are violent
Humans fight for what they believe in
Humans have conflict/war
Humans prevail despite conflict
Humans may abuse power
Humans want to be remembered because most like recognition
Humans may be discriminatory / racist
Humans like to make our lives easier and better
Humans like to help and fight against perceived injustice
Humans are curious and seek knowledge
In the book The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton, I learned that in the hard times, you can rely on your friends to help you out or comfort you. In this book, there are 2 gangs, one is called the Greasers, and one the Socs. The Greasers can be easily identified by the way they do their hair, and the Socs consists of naughty kids with rich parents. In the story, Johnny and Ponyboy from the Greasers get beat up by the Socs while they were walking out on a dark night. Johnny ends up having to kill a Soc for self defense. Instead of going to jail, Johnny runs away with Ponyboy, even though Ponyboy did not murder the Soc. Their friends from the Greasers also help out Johnny and Ponyboy as they try to evade the cops. By reading this story, I learned that you can ask your friends for help when you are in a hard situation.
In this post, I will be explaining the difference between negative exponents with brackets and negative exponents without brackets.
For example, here is the exponent , which is 4 to the power of 4. If the exponent does not have any brackets as shown here, then the full equation would be -4 * 4 * 4 * 4, which would make the answer a negative all the time. However, if the equation was written with brackets like this , then the equation would be (-4) * (-4) * (-4) * (-4), which would turn the answer into a positive.
A word problem example would be…
A terrible virus is killing white blood cells. The exponent is 1 and goes up by one every hour. Let’s say its been 4 hours.
result = r
cells = w
r = w(1/4)^4
let’s say the starting amount is 10000
r = 10000 (1/4) * (1/4) * (1/4) * (1/4)
10000/256 = 39 blood cells left after 4 hours