Night

Emo October 30

Long long ago, there was a boy named Emoc. His mom died when she gave birth to him, his father died at war. He was an orphan at the age of 5. He lived with nobody but wild cats and rubbish. He was enough of life but wanted to do something about it. Long ago there was also a kingdom called Wesmoc. The country was peaceful but was always in war defending themselves from other countries. Emoc went through 15 years of pain and war. Finally one day at a consul meeting he crashed into the throne and gave advices and suggested himself as an advisor and a general. The consuls were amazed by his smartness and experience at war. They gave him the position of a general and advisor. He led thousands of soldiers at war and won every single battle that he was in charge of but there was a problem with this mighty general, every night he would think back and remember the pain that he’s been through. The pain would strike him so bad that he would want to hurt himself. Every night he kept a knife with him. When the soldiers asked him why there were scars on his arm he would look away with pain. Soon the general of Wesmoc, Emoc starting spreading and everybody started discussing about him. Every general would fear his scars on his arm, every soldier would fear his long hair and painful look. People gave him the name…Pain. The day he died his name and fantasies were recorded in the book of history. His actions and behaviors have been passed and still known today.

Light,

Guide me to where she is

Shine the path

Shine the way

I am lost in the darkness

I am lost in confusion

I start somewhere

But I forget where

I know I have a goal

But I don’t know how to get there

Light,

Guide me through the dark

Guide me through the maze

Don’t let the darkness swallow me

I see the illusion of her scattered along the gray walls

So close but yet so far

Light,

I can see you

But I don’t know how long till I can get to you

I stumble upon rocks

I slip on puddles

The distant sound of dripping water

The distant feel of your hand in mine

Light,

I am crawling on my knees

Reaching for you

I know that your there

Faith is in me

Someone will find the light

Someone will find the ending

Someone will find me

Bonding day overall was pretty fun. The point of it was to bond with your friends and have fun. We ate at a Chinese restaurant, went over to a Chinese elementary school, painted shirts over at Mr. Madock’s Art Studio. I enjoyed spending time with my friends. Especially at the lock-in. We played cards and chatted about things. It was really fun. The whole bonding day was well planned. The place that I enjoyed most was the elementary school because by bonding with kids with different culture it can help you learn a lot about the country that we are living in and about the people here. The kids there taught us games, played some music for us, and sent gifts to us. Loved this bonding day.

My mask is half white and half black. On the black side there is a silver line across my eye representing a scar. On the white side there are gold medieval patterns representing a confusion. The personality of my mask is a depressed and cold-blooded person. I could’ve done better with the cutting. There are still scraps of plaster on the side of my mask. I did a good job on the coloring part. Besides the edges everything is fully colored. The favorite part of the project was when we decorated our masks. As I started decorating my mask I made some changes and those changes helped me improve my mask.

Question 1:

My predicted score was 100 but I messed up on a few questions. Happy about my score but could’ve done better.

Qusetion 2:

In this test I didn’t read the word questions carefully so I put the numbers in different orders, etc. If I read the questions carefully I would’ve gotten all the questions right.

Question 3:

I have no problems with this unit. I understand all the concepts.

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Questions:

1. Could your group have completed the tasks without getting resources from another country? Why or why not?

2. How did your country adapt to not having all the resources it needed?

3. Were there any conflicts between groups? Why or why not?

4. Were there any communication problems when dealing with other groups? What may have contributed to those problems?

5. How did you feel when you realized that resources were unequally distributed?

6. What resources were in high demand? Describe the negotiations for these high demand items.

7. Can you give examples of innovative ways in which groups completed their tasks?

8. Are there any real life situations in the world that come to mind when you think of this activity? How are they similar? Different?

9. What new questions did this activity raise for you? How do you plan to investigate them?

Answers:

1. No because we didn’t have the resources to make all of the items

2. We traded things with other countries and stole from other countries

3. Yes there were conflicts because countries wanted materials that we had but we didn’t need the items that they were willing to trade for

4. No there weren’t any communication problems.

5. We were first confused and felt unfair but we began to realize that the items that were distributed to the countries were all unequal soon we began trading.

6. glue and paper

7. They used different materials and different ways to make things that were suppose to be made one way.

8. Yes, in real life people have conflicts and problems, some countries are going through poverty and are in need of resources

9. How do countries nowadays deal with wars and poverty?

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I crashed onto my bed. It was all soft and all comfy…. Best place to be after a tiring day. It was soccer day for me today, there would be more than 15 schools playing each other on the grass fields. By the time I got on my school bus I was exhausted. My legs were sore; I wanted to go to sleep. Now that I’m on my bed I’m pretty sure I’ll fall asleep in no time but suddenly the curtains moved. I immediately turned my head towards them. They swayed back and forth back and forth. Suddenly the AC blasted, I could feel the cold air stick to my skin. I stared at the curtains and I wasn’t able to go to sleep.

I was always afraid of the night. Everything would be dark and I wouldn’t be able to see anything, I can’t do anything, I can’t focus on a certain point, I wouldn’t be able to take action if something happened. It’s as if the darkness is drowning me, it chokes me to keep me awake. It’s not only the darkness that scares me, I would always think there would be ghosts somewhere in my room stalking me, ready to prance. so every night I would turn on almost half of my lights which would sting my eyes but I had to because the ghosts were scared of the light… Tonight is different I didn’t get a chance to turn on my lights.

I have mixed emotions at the moment, I am scared, and I am mentally and physically exhausted. I would twitch whenever I heard a noise. I would swallow my spit whenever the curtains moved. Then I saw my 5 pillows… I thought about things, maybe I can build a fortress of pillows and blankets! I quickly constructed my fortress and it looked as strong and as beautiful as it can be. The pillows made a wall and the blankets made a tower. I was the watch-out tower. I peeked through the gaps of the blankets and spied on the curtains. This lasted for almost an hour but it felt like ages. I am going to collapse soon but my mind kept on telling me to stay strong but I told my mind to just let me take a rest. I couldn’t hold it anymore… I was sweating really badly. I couldn’t hold my head up anymore… I whispered to myself, “ Just go to sleep William… There are no ghosts…there are no ghosts…”. After the 3^rd time I doze into sleep.

I opened my eyes… I saw light. I sat up and found my curtains as still as possible. I looked around me; my fortress of pillows and blankets was destroyed by its own king overnight, it was torn into pieces, nothing left but ruins. My alarm clocked starting ringing. I snatched it and turned it off, it was a habit already. There are no such things as ghosts, the darkness will never choke me to death, it’ll never drown me, as long as you never think about it and you’ll be able to go to sleep, tell yourself things. Comfort yourself.

I am not afraid of the dark anymore, I sweated for 3 hours last night trying to see a freaking ghost bone but not one, not one appeared. The darkness calmed me, it didn’t drown me, it got me to relax. No more eye stinging lights, no more bed fortresses.

I yawned and then hopped off my bed, a brand new day. A Fairly nice day after a horrible night. I opened up my curtains and found nothing behind them but a beautiful sun.