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Poll: Johnny Tremain
October 28, 2008, 5:50 am
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A Story Starter…
October 14, 2008, 5:52 pm
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Something brushed up against my foot. I looked down to see a sewer rat on the ground, looking up at me. I shooed it away and I trudged on through the tunnel, which carried the strong scent of human waste. I was running out of time. I’d be at the concert by now if I hadn’t dropped my keys into the toilet! I accidentally pulled the flush and down they went. That’s why I ended up here.

All of a sudden, I saw a small, silvery object that was stuck between two drainpipes. Hallelujah! I found my keys! I ran towards them and yanked them out of there. Now, all I needed to do was find a way out… I’ll just go back the way I came.

Unfortunately, that was virtually impossible because I went through so many tunnels, and took so many turns that I couldn’t possibly remember them all. I peered into the sewage water to see my reflection in it.

I’m Kavita Kanitkar. I have black hair with bangs, brown eyes, I’m on the taller side, my skin is sort of tanned, and I mostly wear baggy clothes that are black. And right now, I was doomed because I’d miss the concert being held by one of my favorite bands of all time: My Chemical Romance.

Before I could make an attempt at finding a way out of this place, someone, or something, knocked me out cold and the last thing I could remember was how I stood near a tunnel and some big fat guy assaulted me. I remember trying to punch him in the stomach, but he was so fat that my hand got stuck in. I tried pulling it out but it was no use. Then, his fist came into contact with my face. A second later, all I could see was black.

I woke up to find my self in a dark room lying on a mattress with a pillow and a plain woolen blanket. I couldn’t see much but I managed to make out the slight figure of a man wearing a mask. Next thing I know, he pulls out a knife and the silver blade is right up against my throat…


The man in the mask...

The man in the mask...


So there you have it… a cliffhanger ending. More?

The Native Hawaiian Struggle for Sovereignty
September 27, 2008, 8:14 pm
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People would normally see Hawaii as a tropical paradise with beaches, fancy real estate and hula dancers – but they have no clue what goes on behind the scenes.

First off, Hawaii never wanted to become part of the United States. They were annexed – so they’re a colony at best, not a state – you might want to rethink the lyrics of Fifty Nifty United States. The natives have been driven out of their land, and they have been forced to live in makeshift shelters on the beaches. The Hawaiian government is clearly embarassed by the homelessness and are eager to move the natives off the beaches and shove them someplace else. These people have nowhere to go.

All they recieved was the 1993 Apology Resolution from President Bill Clinton, which admitted that Hawaii did not willingly become a US state. The natives didn’t want a stupid apology for crying out loud! They wanted their land back! To put it simply, the Apology Resolution was nothing more than empty words. Why hasn’t there been any action to enforce that point?

The US military bases in Hawaii also cause damage to the environment, as well as the people. The chemicals released by all the nuclear weapons pollute the water, and the fish are poisoned by it. The homeless natives, who have to hunt for their next meal end up eating dirty, contaminated fish.

As if this isn’t enough, the native people in Oahu have their water supply cut off because the water flows through a steel grate and collects in a basin underground. It then flows through a pipe to provide a water supply for real estate in Honlulu.

You see, Hawaii might be a tourist magnet that got all these nice things from the US, but hey – it was at the expense of the natives and they wanted none of it.

Sunset on the beach...

Sunset on the beach...

September 22, 2008, 2:37 pm
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It was at Sophie Colvin’s birthday party where I met her. I remember her as a weak, scrawny, dehydrated, abandoned kitten who had nobody but her brother to keep her company, and the Colvins, who fed her – but didn’t allow her inside.

With a lot of begging and persuading on my part, my parents finally agreed to let me keep her – as long as I did the cat litter. A minor setback – but hey, something is better than nothing.

The Colvins named her Gloria, which I found a bit too formal for a cat, so I named her Hazel. Mrs. Colvin said the name suits her, because of the golden-brown spots on her fur and her checkered face. We took her home that night and she slept with me in my room. The two of us slept peacefully toghether – until I woke up in the middle of the night because she crawled up my pyjamas and was scratching at my leg.

Ever since then, she’s gotten healthier and she grew into what I would call a really nice cat. She is very playful, hyper, and territorial. She is very mad because her mother, who abandoned her, recently gave birth to a new litter of kittens in our backyard. More than anything, she’s ticked off because we won’t let her go after them. Hazel bites and scratches too.

She’s not perfect, but life wouldn’t be the same without her.



I Really Wanna Meet Amy Lee…
September 21, 2008, 2:28 pm
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A famous person who is still around today is the vocalist from my favorite metal band, Evanescence. Her name is Amy Lee. She has a beautiful voice and she writes very meaningful songs that are straight from the heart. I’d give anything to meet her.

What I admire about her the most is how she is not like other celebrities, who’ll do the cheapest and stupidest of  things just so they can gain popularity. She doesn’t make herself subject to trashy gossip. She has too much self respect for that. I sure do have a lot of respect for people with self respect.

She is a very talented person, and so what if her music is ‘creepy’? I think it’s unique. Many other celebrities don’t even know how to write their own songs – and even if they do so, their attempts at it are quite pathetic. They simply have to make do with whatever cheap trash their songwriters throw at them. It’s good to see someone like her who can defy the norm.

Amy Lee

Amy Lee

Letter – An African Slave’s POV
September 21, 2008, 1:52 pm
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July 4, 1619

Dear Family and Friends in Africa,

If this letter has reached you, things are going as expected. This is Zara, and I have been enslaved by white men and taken to a place they call the ‘New World’. I do not like it here – but you should be thankful that I’m still alive. A great number of men, women and children did not survive the journey. Their bodies were simply thrown overboard as food for the fish.

I eat little and I work for hours on end in a plantation where they grow tobacco. As far as my knowledge goes, this plant is a source of great wealth. I work alongside fellow slaves who I used to know and play with as a child back home. We were so free back then… we had no idea what would come our way.

Fortunately, my master showed me some kindness and taught me how to read and write. I am thankful for that much, because if I lacked this valuable skill, I would never be able to reach you. He ordered me to keep this a secret, because if anyone finds out what he’s doing, he’ll be hanged. I’m risking his safety by even telling you this. In a way, I feel it would serve him right. He doesn’t know how it feels to work all day and night in the sweltering heat without even having a minute to rest. The only work he does is whipping us if we stop toiling for what seems like a mere fraction of a second. I have only been whipped once – after that, I’ve made it a point not to stop until sunset.

When I do stop, I trudge over to a small shed where I’m supposed to sleep – it’s a pathetic excuse for a shelter. In it lies a haystack with a simple woolen blanket to keep me warm. A small lantern serves as my only source of heat and light. I sit by it as I write this letter. I hear footsteps approaching, and I fear that they could be my master’s. With that being said, I must say goodbye.

                                                                                                     With Love,



The Slave

The Slave

Alike In Many Ways
September 10, 2008, 5:16 pm
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Colonial and modern Saudi culture are not as different as they seem. One of their main similarities is how religion plays a major part in both lifestyles. In the colonies, people attended church services every Sunday and in Saudi Arabia, people pray five times daily. Both groups of people put worship before most other things in their lives.
The Puritans, who settled in what is now Virginia, were to look out for one another so they could survive. Modern Saudi families must assume responsibility for one another as well. Puritan women were required to dress modestly just like Saudi women and their main duty lied in keeping the home. Now, unlike the Saudis, who are Muslim, the Puritans were Christian.
Modern-day Americans are likely to be descendants of the Puritans, who were persecuted in England because they were Protestant and not Roman Catholic. Back when the Arabs used to worship idols and the religion Islam was introduced to them, many who adopted it as their faith were persecuted as well. Their religions also believe in the same prophets and they both originated in the Middle East along with Judaism. And both religions regard Jerusalem as a holy place. However, the Puritans followed Jesus while the Saudis follow Muhammad.
Laws for the citizens to abide by were also based on religion. This also exists in Saudi Arabia. Unfortunately, it has extreme elements in it which restrict the female sex. For example, women are not allowed to drive and they must be in abeyyas whenever they are outside their house.
Puritans and Saudis are not as different as one might think they are. Both environments are conservative and filled with very religious people.

A Puritan woman

A Puritan woman