The Singer Building used to be one of the most iconic buildings in New York City, but it is now forgotten and gone from the city that never sleeps. This skyscraper stood at an impressive 186 meters and was the tallest building in the world from 1908-1909, until the Metropolitan Life Insurance Company Tower was constructed. This structure was commissioned by Frederick Bourne, who was the head of Singer Sewing Company (hence the name 'Singer'). He hired architect Ernest Flagg, who was a designer of an architectural style called Beaux-Arts. This man believed that buildings more than 10 or 15 stories high should be set back from the street, which would explain why the Singer Building tower only occupies one quarter of the lot. The narrow tower’s floors were squares that measured twenty meters on each side. It featured magnificent classical detail on the exterior that was visible from all points in the city. The main lobby of this building was quite impressive, with ornate columns rising high up into several domes. Singer operated out of this building for around fifty years before moving to the Rockefeller Center in 1961. William Zeckendorf then obtained the building and pleaded for the New York Stock Exchange to move there, but was unsuccessful. Sadly, this outstanding feat of architecture was uneconomical because of its small interior sizes. The demolition of the Singer Building commenced in 1967 and ended in 1968. If the structure was deemed a landmark by the Landmarks Preservation Commission, it would have been saved. I think that it should have been given a landmark status, as it was one of the most iconic buildings in the city and could have been used for tourism. Many visitors would have loved to have seen it since the skyscraper was architecturally beautiful and had great views of New York. Despite that, though, the Singer Building became the tallest building to have ever been demolished until the Twin Towers, ironically built on the same location, were destroyed.
Lessons From A Blank Page
Writing a book is something I’ve wanted to do for as long as I can remember. For years now, I've imagined myself, a finished novel in hand, flipping through pages of a world from my imagination. This year I’m lucky enough to be a part of the Writer’s Room, a class which will allow me to fulfill this dream. But it’s a challenge that’s easier said than done. Sitting down at my computer, a blank screen with the words “Chapter One” staring me in the face, I suddenly felt weighed down by discouraging writer’s block.
Does this mean I can’t write? That my idea isn’t good? That I should just give up? Some days, that’s what I believe: and although it can be a difficult burden, I’m lifted by the realization that I can understand an important lesson. Writers who jot down whatever, who string together words because they have a deadline, are those whose works are missing something. A passion, a flame, a spark. Us millennials expect everything to be done instantly, but the world just doesn't work that way and learning to accept this is important. Not only is writer’s block a part of the creative process, but it can be a springboard for other great things along the way. Just look at me: it was while staring at the first blank page of my novella that I came up with the idea for this blog.
What to Write
I’m supposed to be writing a blog post but I’m not sure what to write. There are so many different blogs I could get inspired by but for some reason, I can’t. I thought of writing a piece on fashion but then realized; Who am I tell people what they can and can’t wear? If you want to dress up in bright pinks and yellows then who am I to tell you that you shouldn’t? And if you feel confident walking around in your underwear, then why should I shut you down (other than the fact that you’d get a little cold)? I could also write an inspiring blog, about the lessons I’ve learned throughout my life but, I’m only fourteen. And like most fourteen-year-olds, I haven’t done much. I haven’t been through something worth writing about, nothing relatable at least. I don’t play video games or excel at certain sports. I’m pretty average and no one wants to read about an average person’s life. Please, don’t interpret this as self-pity because I love my very average life and wouldn’t have it any other way. I suppose I could write about books because I love books. I love everything from the book cover to the font the author uses. I could babble on about the whole experience books give you but this blog is long enough. This blog full of everything yet still nothing at all is enough for today.
Tyler Oakley is and has been amazing icon since he first started YouTube in 2007. He is very entertaining to watch and shows his incredible outgoing personality, that most of us are afraid to show. After over 9 years of posting videos on Youtube, he has gotten more than 8 million subscribers and has an endless amount of accomplishments. An amazing charity he has worked with for years is The Trevor Project, a foundation trying to prevent suicide among the LGBT youth community that he has helped raise thousands of dollars for.
In September 2015, he released a video called “Dare To Be you”. The goal was to help people be themselves more, instead of pretending to fit in. He encourages people to be themselves just as he is. Being on youtube, he decided to show all sides of himself. This challenge is also very important because while dealing with bullies, it’s hard to still be convinced that being yourself is the right choice.
Something he said once was “The only constant you have from Point A, your birth, to Point B, your death, is you.” His videos try to make people realise that that’s ok. If you're stuck with yourself, you might as well be happy or else it might not last as long as others hope. He tries to make others see that they can only be really happy by expressing themselves by showing their interests, opinions and to not be afraid to be their own individual selves.
Fault In The Education
I realized something the first time I went to a restaurant with friends, parent-less and having to pay for myself. On my bill there was three different things just above the total, like side expenses. I had no idea what they were and neither did my friends. We were embarrassed, but we had to ask one of the waitresses. She told us one meant taxes and one meant tips, which, despite my naive mind thought, was not an option to pay. However she did not tell us the third one, and I still don't know what it is. This made me realize that there is a little screw up in our education system. See, I can tell you what the subject of this sentence is and if this a direct expansion or an indirect expansion, but I still don't know some simple words in french like board, shelf, along, fit and hate. Every year I learn how to write book responses better and better, how to find a theme and connect it to another story, but school will never teach me stuff I am going to need in the real world. How will I learn to pay taxes? How will I learn how to properly raise a child? How will I learn about politics? Some people wonder how certain adults can mess up, whether it is having money problems, mistreating their kids, being unable to get a job, or getting in trouble with the government. I blame our educations. I blame it because school never taught us, and never will teach us, how to be an adult. All I can do is hope that, when the time comes, I won't get these problems and I will figure it out for myself, starting with searching up what's on a bill.
There are people out there in the world who believe in a certain type of lifestyle, and have a certain set of values, and I believe that that’s a good thing, that everyone has the right to their own beliefs. But when one person finds that their beliefs are more important or better then others, well, that's when segregation occurs. For example, when Hitler believed that his christian beliefs were better than the Jewish people’s beliefs. Because of this he started a mass genocide. Or another example would be the French and English thinking they were above the Native people to the land they were colonising, Because of the difference in lifestyle and religion. There are many other examples of segregation in the history of the world. Now you may be looking at this example and be thinking “well those all happened a long time ago” or “there's no segregation now”. Well that's where you're wrong. Segregation is still a large part of the world today. Even now there are still people in the world who think they are better than others for many reasons including, Race, religion, sex, income etc. A part of modern day segregation is fear. If we start stereotyping a religion or race then we begin to look at everyone who believes in that religion or is of that colour as that stereotype. For example, saying all muslims are terrorists, even though that is just a stereotype and is in no way true. In conclusion, I think that we should all think of each other equally, and treat each other as equals.
The Bates Motel Reopens for Business
When it comes to media, be it movies or books, the first installment is always better. Or is it? The A&E network original Bates Motel serves as the supposed prequel to the Alfred Hitchcock movie Psycho, but in my opinion, it surpasses it in almost every regard. Firstly, the characters of Bates Motel are much more fleshed-out and realistic. More specifically, the protagonist of both productions, Norman Bates, has a much more human and intricate characterization in Bates Motel than he does in Psycho. In the beginning of Bates Motel, Norman is shown to have had infrequent black-out periods that cause him to lose control of his body for an unknown amount of time and drive him to extreme violence. It seems that, with proper treatment, Norman could eventually recover from these black-out episodes. However, his mother, Norma Bates, is in denial about her son’s declining mental health for so long that she refuses to accept the fact that her son desperately needs treatment. By the time she does realize her son needs immediate therapy, he is so far along that he completely refuses to seek help. In Psycho, we get very little of Norman’s backstory, except for the fact that his mother was a very domineering woman. Psycho presents Norman as the typical, “crazed”, evil antagonist with whom we cannot sympathize, while Bates Motel acquaints us with the entirety of Norman. The show conveys Norman’s kindness, his shyness and his pain. We get to see a much more human, much more relatable, side of him. Secondly, the atmosphere of Bates Motel is much more rich than that of Psycho. Psycho’s ambience is very disturbing and focuses on being creepy, and it lacks something to balance it out. Bates Motel’s vibe is eerie, but it is also homey. Each character is loveable and has their own unique personality, in contrast to Psycho, where characters are predominantly seen as either the attacker or the victims. Last but not least, the production of Bates Motel is generally better. Since Bates Motel is obviously the more recent work of the two, the effects and events are definitely more realistically portrayed and more believable. Given Psycho’s old age, it is unavoidable that it is a bit more (pardon the pun) “black and white” than its more modern counterpart. However, I think that even if there was the possibility of creating a Psycho series, I think that Norman’s complexity would have still fallen short in comparison to Bates Motel. One’s time would certainly not be wasted by watching either or both. My recommendation: Watch Bates Motel first.
The Snowy Lake
I stand on the rocky shore of the rippling lake with my best friends. Bright smiles and rosy cheeks can be found on all of our faces and a dim twinkle in our eyes shows the happiness that we find in each other. Scrolling through the pictures I took, I can see blurry spots throughout the photos. I look up at the sky and I see delicate little white crystals falling. One of the beautiful snowflakes lands on my nose, tickling my senses. Upon landing silently on the chilly rocky ground, the snow quickly turns into water. The once beautiful and unique crystals turn into liquid nothing. What was once one of nature’s most astounding creations quickly disappeared. None are the same, they each have their own patterns. It blows from above softly, hitting the bare branches of the trees that had recently lost their brightly coloured leaves. It only lasts a few moments, but in those moments time stopped. There was no stress, no worries and no judgements. Snow can do that to people, mesmerize them long enough for them to forget their thoughts... and the darkness that lays there. It’s a blanket of white that covers the darkness of the cold hard ground. It brings a sense of light. Just those few flakes brought a sense of peace to my mind that had been wanting to escape the thoughts of the harsh world. It only lasted a few special minutes, but in that time alone, I felt more relaxed than I had been for a long time. When the sky had rid itself of the flakes, the darkness came back, but my mind stayed white like the dazzling snow.
Teenagers are slowly dying. Look closely into their eyes, do you see how broken they are? Tell me you do not see how much they try to plaster on a fake smile on their face when in reality they are sad. They laugh until their sides hurt when they are around other people but once they get home, they cry until their little heart cannot take it anymore. They scream at the walls and wonder how did they end up like this. It was as if just yesterday they were all children with grins as bright as the sun. They did not have a care in the world. Now, they struggle to get up from bed in the morning, they hurt themselves and everyone around them, afraid that if someone gets too close they will be trapped in their hell as well. I never thought I would see my generation like this. Every day someone takes away their beautiful and innocent life, trying to find a way out of their misery. Society knows us as the unhappy teens with fake smiles, the lost generation. How did this happen? We were all happy once, we were all hopeful about the future, happy for a tomorrow. Now, we hope tomorrow never comes, we cry when we think about a future, we have lost so much hope in ourselves. I wonder who is to blame. Our parents, society, social media, school, or is it our fault we let this happen?
By Kate Douglas
We all have those relationships in our lives that we hold onto even though they are potentially toxic to our health. Whether it is a relative, friend, or partner, these people can damage us in many ways. Then why do we still cling on?
Maybe we are blinded by the good in these types of people. Maybe we have been around them for so long that we do not see what negative effect they are having on us. Whatever the reason may be, we need to rid these people from our lives. What is a toxic relationship, you might ask? Sometimes it means your friend, relative, partner, etc, is very controlling. Other times it means that they are abusive. It is basically a relationship that you have that has a negative effect on your life. It all depends on the situation. Sometimes, without us even knowing it, these relationships are making us more stressed or less happy in life. It gets to a certain point when you need to tell yourself that you deserve better, that this treatment you are getting from these people is not right.
This is the hard part, telling ourselves that we deserve more. For some reason, we tend to settle for what we have because we think there is not anything better waiting for us. We torture ourselves and suffer in these toxic relationships, and yet the solution is so simple. If we just flushed these people from our lives, I think we would find our lives would become a lot happier. We just need to realize that we do deserve more, that we are worthy of a happy life, free of these toxic people.
I am so worried about being judged. Even though it may not always seem like it, as I am always loud in the halls talking to anyone I see, I still get very worried about being judged. I always feel like I have this pressure and stress weighing me down. I care too much about my appearance. Physically, verbally... everything I do I over think. I can always seem to find the bad things in myself and it’s always a struggle to find the good things. I almost feel like a hypocrite when I tell people to be themselves and that they’re perfect just the way they are when I see so many flaws in myself. Even though I believe what I say to them, I can’t even say it to myself. It saddens me. I want to one day be content with myself and be able to love myself like I love others. I want to be able to feel confident and happy with myself. It’s a struggle because I don’t know how to love myself. I really can’t wait for that one day.
One day I came across a rather odd looking book. The cover was a strange collage of colours and shapes which I couldn't seem to piece together into a drawing (I later discovered it was supposed to be a man jumping through worlds). However, I wrote the title down “A Darker Shade of Magic” by V.E.Schwab on my ‘to read’ list. Unfortunately, I was not able to begin reading the book for a long time, and I soon forgot about it.
Then, for some reason or another, I ended up reading it.
It was perfect! From the intriguing plot, to the outstanding world building and compelling characters. I was amazed! Everytime I put it down (which was indeed a very hard thing to do) I had felt like I’d just watched a movie. The story follows Kell, an antari, a sort of sorcerer, as he travels through different worlds, five to be precise. As well as being a magician, he is also a collector. Because if this, he finds himself to have one day mistakenly brought back a relic of terrible power into his realm. He decides that before he endangers his world, he must bring it back to where it belongs. On his adventures he encounters the reckless and adventurous Lila Bard, a thief and an aspiring pirate, who gives him no other choice but to let her tag along. Together, they discover things about the multiple worlds and about each-other that could change their lives forever.
In my last blog I spoke on and on about authors writing with no purpose and only a goal to receive money for their work. With this is mind, I decided to write this time about my purpose. Although my writing may not be to change the world, I write simply for the joy of it. I write for the other people like me who want another story to read, a story of magic, a story of mystery, a story where anything is possible. These tales boil up inside of me and grow and grow until I can no longer contain them, until they overflow onto the page and take the shape of descriptions that form enchanted cities and glorious ships. The battles raging in my head are constant, but they are not the result of self doubt or the result of clashing feelings. These battles are between two kingdoms or the clashing swords between pirates fighting for gold. There are pages and pages waiting to be written and to be read, characters whose stories who have not yet been told. I write to escape, I write for pleasure and I want to share these feelings with others who enjoy the same sort of exciting, fantastical literature. I want to share the wonder and perhaps give others just a little something to look forward too, the next chapter, the next story.
Fall is one of my favourite seasons. It makes me happy seeing the hot, sticky summer weather slowly become more refreshing and cool. I love the feeling of walking out the door of your warm and cozy house to enjoyable brisk weather. I just wait a second before going on with my busy life and take a deep breath. Everything just stops for a minute as the fresh air enters my lungs. Going for summer walks wouldn’t be very enjoyable. The hot sun shining on my head makes me feel sick and dehydrated. When it’s fall, I constantly want to do everything outside. I’m even sitting outside writing this. Fall gives me inspiration. Sitting outside lets me clear my head of everything that's going on around me. It gives me a chance to think straight. When I need to be alone for a while, I can always count on the hill behind my house, that's where I go to sit. Something about having the cool fall wind blow through my hair makes me feel better. I know a lot of people disagree with me, but I'd rather have fall weather over summer any day. Fall is the season that I can sit around in oversized sweatshirts with my cup of hot chocolate, it’s such a fun thing to have lazy fall days. Everyone becomes happy because it’s easier to work with the temperature change and they know Christmas is coming soon. People start getting into the holiday spirit. In my opinion, fall is full of change, not only the season but also the people.
We live in a day and age where everybody is scared of everything. At school we're scared of bullies, fighting with our friends, failing a test, being late for class, and school shootings. At home we're scared of being alone, family issues, break-ins, and robberies. Outside we're scared of just about everything. I wonder why we are all so scared. Because of all the crime that happens nowadays? But, I never did anything wrong, at least not enough to get cancer, robbed, murdered or raped. I live my quiet mundane life and most of the time, mind my own business. However, that's the scariest thing about nowaday- crimes. No matter how good of a person you are, anything can happen to anyone. Though we try not to think about that. We wake up and hope we are not late for school. We go outside and hope it does not start to rain. We go to school and hope we do well on that test. We go home and hope we did not forget our homework. We're changing fear to hope so that maybe it won't be as bad. Maybe nothing will happen to us. You can get through anything if you have hope, right? But I still wake up every day and become scared to live. Scared to be in such a crime-filled world. And after every single breath I take, I'm scared.
School, school is a necessity to everyone’s life no matter if you like it or not. After grade 7, I started putting less effort in school and didn’t care as much. I didn’t see school as what it actually is. I passed grade 8 with sixties and failed one or two classes. Grade 9, I didn’t do anything but pretend to work and it bit me in the arse. Throughout the whole grade nine I didn’t really fool around much. I was just lazy and not interested to work. In conclusion for wasting my year and expecting things just to come I got repeated in grade nine. Now there are pros and cons to repeating a kid. Having to repeat a year, which means I lost a year where I could have been working and made some money and having to be in a class with kids younger than me made me realize that school is the number one priority. School will open up more paths for everybody’s future rather than if you don’t have your school. Every since I had to repeat my attitude just switched around. It is frustrating, but I still do my best to get through it and now my goal is to be on the honour role before I graduate. I see kids in my grade saying the same things that I would say when I didn't finish my work. For example, I didn't have time and I worry for them because that's just an excuse you always have time for school. It's about putting that time into your daily routine because excuses will get you nowhere. I don't want to see kids have to repeat like I did. I wanted to tell the kid that school comes before everything besides of course your family so it goes to say that you must find the time to do your work otherwise you'll fail, although sometimes failure could be the only way you'll learn.
The Legend of Korra was the successor to the immensely praised animated Nickelodeon show, Avatar: The Last Airbender. One question that has been on the minds of fans of both shows has been “Is this an anime?” Today, I will choose to talk about the more recent of the two, The Legend of Korra. In my opinion, The Legend of Korra falls under a specific grey-zone in between western animation and the genre known as anime. Anime is defined as “a style of Japanese film and television animation, typically aimed at adults as well as children” by the Oxford dictionary. In this case, I would not define The Legend of Korra as an anime, seeing as the show, like Avatar, is an American-network (Nickelodeon) production. Be that as it may, there is something else that we must take into consideration about The Legend of Korra: nine episodes were animated by a Japanese animation company, Studio Pierrot while the other forty-three were animated by a Korean animation studio, Studio Mir. So, while the idea of the television program was created by a Western company, the show itself was animated, in part, by a Japanese studio that had already previously produced countless animes. Hence, Korra falls in an unclear spot in the middle. It is also worth noting that the definition of anime is not crystal-clear. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines anime as “a style of animation originating in Japan that is characterized by stark colorful graphics depicting vibrant characters in action-filled plots often with fantastic or futuristic themes.” In this case, because of Korra’s anime-like style and genre, it would be undoubtedly considered an anime. In my opinion, The Legend of Korra cannot be fully defined as a cartoon, nor as an anime. To say it is a cartoon would put it in the same category with shows like Steven Universe or My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and that does not seem entirely appropriate, seeing as Korra is much more action-centered and less whimsical than most children’s cartoons. To say it is an anime would also be incorrect because Korra was not conceived in Japan. In conclusion, The Legend of Korra is neither a cartoon nor is it an anime because of its contradictory characteristics.
The film “Suicide Squad” is a film about a ragtag group of supervillains captured and forced to do good by the government.
Overall the film in my opinion was subpar, not bad but not super (pun intended.) I found that some of the jokes and scenarios in the film were supposed to be kneeslappers. But they just fell flat, for instance at one point in the film Deadshot (Will Smith) said a line then there came a pause… there was no laughter whatsoever.
The overall story didn’t fit together at some points, sometimes the film felt like Momento (but not in a good way.) But the film was good if you block out the negatives, there were jokes when you would here nearly the whole theatre laugh and some points when you could actually feel for some of the characters (I will tell you that moment in the spoiler section)
At first the characters seem one sided and boring you didn’t care about them at all. But about half way there was a scene that you started to care about the characters and put some kind of direness in the movie because you think these characters could die.
One negative that I’m sure you have heard of by now is that there was a serious push in the promotion that joker will be a semimain if not main character. Sadly there where LITERALLY 4 scenes of him in the movie (trust me, I counted) which kind of ticked me off because the scenes with the joker were some of the best in the film. Anyway the scene I was talking about earlier was after a bad scene that had horrible pacing they went into a bar and talked and relaxed one of the only calm scenes in the entire movie when the characters motivations and backstory revealed.
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In conclusion the Suicide Squad is a smudged masterpiece, a film that could be perfect but due to bad editing and intervening producers became a jumbled mess.
For a better version of the film I highly recommend watching whatculture’s how they should have made suicide squad.
Here’s the link https://youtu.be/uahcsm_8LI
The Manchester derby is a match between Manchester United and Manchester City, the two teams are rivals and whenever they play it's exiting and tense. The derby happens two-three times a season. On September 10, 2016 the derby took plays in Old Trafford stadium, the home of Manchester united. With the game being play in Manchester United stadium, with Manchester City missing their best player Sergio Aguero, and with Manchester United new signings of Zlatan Ibrahimović and Paul Pogba, Manchester City looks like they were in for a smack down. But when the game started everything changed Manchester city came out fly, blowing by the Manchester United defense men like they were pylons. In the 15th minute something crazy happened, Kolarov shot the ball halfway down the field Ihneanacho headed it Kevin De Bruyne, De Bruyne tipped the ball past the defender and buried it bottom left. Manchester United was shocked. Their new signing Paul Pogba did nothing all game, and their new star Zlatan Ibrahimović had no help and couldn't do everything by himself. In the 36th minute Kevin De Bruyne took the ball into the box, cut in and shot, everyone frozen, but the ball hit the post bounced right out to Ihneanacho and he tapped the ball past De Gea and scored. Manchester United was devastated, but in the 43rd minute Manchester United got a free kick from almost center field. They crossed the ball into the box Claudio Bravo ran out and punched the ball, but when he went to punch the ball he jumped onto a defender and he fell, Zlatan Ibrahimović kicked the ball into the open net and scored. The referee blew for half time. The score was 2-1 for Manchester City. The second half of the game was tense, but nobody scored. The game finished 2-1 Manchester City. I hope Manchester city continues their amazing winning streak and I hope they win the Premier League.
Iaido is a sport that I have been practicing for the past three years of my life. It is a martial art that uses the iconic sword, the Katana, as a primary weapon and revolves around discipline of the mind and body (I know that that sounds very cliché). Canada is one of the main countries that practices Iaido outside of Japan, and last weekend, it hosted the second Canadian National Iaido Championship at John Abbott College. As soon as I found out about this, I signed up to compete, as this event takes place once every three years and it will not be in Montreal the next time. I arrived early in the morning so I could start practicing and preparing to compete before everyone else. The school was mostly empty when I arrived, but over the course of an hour it filled up with hundreds of others preparing to compete and some of the highest ranking Iaido masters in the world. I continued to practice for about forty-five minutes before I was stopped and told to get in line to compete. I arrived at the court where I was to compete and saw that the top ranking Iaido master in the world was judging me. My heartbeat started to increase and my hands were shaking as if I was in freezing weather. I stepped forward along with my competitor beside me, although he seemed much more calm than I did. And that was my mistake. Every one of my cuts was perfect and I did everything correctly, but the judges were able to see that I was nervous and that lost me the match. Even though I did lose, I learned that you don’t always need to win to feel happiness and satisfaction. As long as you know that you did your best and that you couldn’t do any better, you should feel proud of yourself and your abilities. Oh, I also became the youngest Iaido black belt in Canada.
We all have voices in our heads telling us the opposite of who we are. We also have a devil side and an angel side choosing a voice to stand up. We listen to the voices inside our heads because they are the ones that are controlling our minds. The devil and the angel on our shoulders are willing to hurt us and make the wrong choice because all they want is to win, they are their own enemies. Our voices inside our heads are the enemy. We tell ourselves in the mirror that we’re ugly, fat, too skinny and different. You seem to think that the anonymous voices are hurting you but they are actually your own voices telling you things that aren’t pretty about you. People seem to care about their looks and how they’re dressed, but all of us do have a say that we are all not perfect, we make mistakes but we learned from them. We don’t let people bring us down because we are stronger than we think even when you’re not letting the voices inside your head lose. Sometimes we just have to think positive and take a deep breath and say, “Today is an opportunity not a tragedy’’. We also tell ourselves from the voices that we are doing something wrong. We don’t have time to say that we are beautiful because we are not brave enough to say it. Don’t listen to the voices inside your head, there is already a war inside your head deciding what to do next. Listen to yourself and be happy with who you are.
If you're a student you definitely remember this feeling, if you're an adult, try to. The feeling of pure joy and happiness as you walk out the front doors on the last day of school, free to do whatever you want for the summer. Leaving school is more than that for me, it is the excitement of going home. I’m not talking about my house, you always hear the expression home is where the heart is, well if that is true then my cottage and the people there are my home. I have been there my whole life, I don’t expect you to understand, let me try to get you to feel a tiny bit of what I feel for these people. Close your eyes and Imagine the feeling of your mom kissing you on your forehead and your dad cuddling you after you’ve had a nightmare. Imagine laughing as hard as you can and being able to trust someone one hundred percent. That's what I feel for the people each and every one of them. Now you're thinking no one can feel this strongly about people who aren't in their family, she is probably exaggerating, but they are my family. I grow up with them, I tell them everything and although I may be happy to be back to school, nothing will ever compare to that feeling I get when I walk out the front doors on the last day of school, free to go to my home.
So, during the long weekend I went camping. I went to Murphy’s point with my immediate family, my aunt, and cousin (we also brought our dog, Jack). During the trip, we visited an abandoned mica mine (mica is a shiny sedimented rock, it was a predecessor of glass and it’s now used in cosmetics). It was really interesting because on the 1K trail there they had a few little stands that showed how they moved the mica, how they split it, how they recognised it, and etc. When we got to the mine entrance, the draft coming from the mine was insane, when you walked in front of the entryway- it was like there was an over performant air conditioner in there. When you entered the shaft of the mine, the ground was shiny and slippery because of the mica in the rock (thankfully there was railings). Once you entered the mine, the first thing you saw was that on your right there was a lot of greenery, then you look up and you see that there is an opening to the surface.It’s intriguing and beautiful because the plants look like they’re falling into the opening and then seeping away when the shadow hits them. Then, you see a man in a bowler hat with a classic, working class, industrial era Brit accent. After that you saw the two water basins in the cave, the first one led out to another exit, but the second one seemed shallow, upon closer observation you noticed that the black in the middle of the basin isn't a reflection of the top of the cave, it just goes down that deep. Then we went to the man with the bowler hat and he explained that he was the foreman of the mine and he was looking for hire. He explained the three jobs in the mine. Just a little side note, one of the guys that was in the mine said that last year there was ice in the water basins. That night we slept well, after working in the mine.
So I Felt as though this is a subject that must be talked about, anyway, touchy subjects, what are they? In my own words they are things that people do not want to tell people or they are not generally meant to be talked about. Some examples that I can think about are: Bullying, Depression, Relationships, and it gets worse. But let’s say a close friend of yours confides in you about a situation, if it is something that you may be able to help with, by all means you should help. If it is a bullying situation it does not have as many repercussions as an abuse situation would. Now this brings me to the main topic again, is it the right thing to tell a teacher? In a family situation, it will take your own judgement for if it will make the situation better or worse, for example if an issue is simply in the past and is not happening anymore you can only really comfort your friend. But with something that is still going on, like if abuse is going on that is when you intervene. Now, with a different situation, molestation or rape, which I am aware I should not be talking about but I wanted to talk about how bad it can be, if someone was molested it is in the past and you can only comfort them, but then there’s the argument that this person is still out there, is it the right thing to do? Once again, like in every other situation, use your own judgement.