Crash; I heard something glass shatter. What was that I thought? Where was it, upstairs? “Hello” I cried. Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe, I slowly began to walk down the hallway. “Hello” I said again. I heard another loud pounding, almost as if something had hit the floor. Faster, harder, rapidly my chest began to beat. Heavier and heavier I began to breathe.

I looked over, and saw the open closet, inside a broom. I looked up the stairs, bolted for the broom, slid across the floor into the front room. It was so quiet, but the faint noise of a breeze whistled in the air. Upstairs, through the window, that’s where it is coming from I thought. I slowly crept up the stairs on all fours—a silent skill that I had learned over the years from sneaking out—I stopped two stairs from the landing.

I peered into the room, my eyes twitched, my heart raced, my breath depend, I could not believe what I was looking at. There in the middle of my parents room lying on the floor was giant man. I knew right away that he must be Esteban. There was no other name that this perfect man covered in seaweed and mud and scales could possibly have. To give him any other name would only be to take away from his perfectness. Just looking at him on the floor he was glowing with Anglican lights.

My first thought was I must find other people, and we must build him a house, and give him a family. I quickly gathered up all of the neighbors and we headed straight to the forest after I showed them Esteban. We immediately began to cut down trees, and cut out logs. After a long three days of work we had built him the most beautiful fort ever created in the history of neighborhood forts. People from all over the state came to visit him at the funeral.

I remember the priest was just about done with his reading win all of a sudden we heard a voice calling from the neighborhood well. “Is there anybody there? Help I’m stuck down here”. We started to ask the person in the well question, but he did not answer any of them. After a while we had grown tired of getting no answers and disgracing Esteban at his funeral.

We told him that Esteban was going to get help, and when he came back he would be safe. After that we went to the reception. It rained that night, so you do the math.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Dwayne Michael Carter Jr.

Lil Wayne is by far the most talented rapper alive, and maybe the greatest of all time.

Big Fish

One time in 9th grade I had to right a paper about a story that I changed to be like a story from this movie we watched in class. The problem was I had no clue what to right about. I was tempted not to right this story but I realized I couldn’t because of my teacher. You see my teacher was a nine foot tall monster who intimidated the crap out of you. He was mean and harsh, and enjoyed to see people struggle. Not only would he like to see you struggle, but he would rub it in your face when you did bad, by giving you grades worse than an E, like “Crap”, and “Fart” minus grades. He didn’t even give out A’s, no matter how good you did.

There was also this old witch who would always be in his room, and they would always be conversing about how to make the students life more miserable. One thing they liked to do was not tell you when the class was in the computer lab, and then give you a tardy when you got their late. He also coached freshman basketball, and JV football. So if he had you in one of his classes and you played on one of his teams, you got benched almost the whole year. The weirdest thing he did was not let you drink bottled water, but he would drink it himself even though he said he wouldn’t.

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FDLR

The FDLR (Democratic Forces for the Liberation of Rwanda) are the enemy/opposition of the RPF (Rwandan Patriotic Front). The FDLR is a group of Hutu exiles from the Rwandan Genocide, and they work against the FARDC (Congo Armed Forces), but wreak havoc together in the eastern part of Congo. These attacks are partially aided by the UN who believes that they should move out, and have also said “the joint military operations were catastrophic” (globalsecurity.org). The FDLR are also partially responsible for the 3.8 million people who were killed in 6 years (1998-2004). Even though many of those deaths were caused by starvation, and disease the FDLR, and FARDC often go on rants looking for food, and supplies, while raping and killing on their way through villages.

The FDLR and FARDC are also enemies of the LRA (Lords Resistance Army) led by Joseph Kony. I believe that the UN needs to get out, because if they don’t they will end up supporting the wrong group any way they go. The FARDC, FDLR, and LRA all commit human rights violations, and for the UN to support them is doing the wrong thing. If the UN wants to stay in they should fight separately for the people, or alongside the RPF who have sent some forces into Congo to help protect the civilians (globalsecurity.org). If the UN does not want to do either of the two they should just pull out.

Global Security

Native Blog

If I had to be a Native from America, South Africa, Rwanda, or Australia I would want to be from Rwanda. I would want to be from Rwanda, because the Rwandan Natives weren’t forced to move, and even though both of their major ethnic groups were discriminated against, it was at different times.

It would be better to be a Rwandan Native, because they were not forced to leave their homeland. In all three of the other countries (Australia, South Africa, America) the Natives were forced to move when the Europeans arrived. In America the Natives were forced to move when the Europeans wanted to expand the United States, they were even forced to walk thousands of miles, and were eventually driven out. In South Africa the Natives were a little bit more resistant, however it led to various battles many of which they lost. Then In Australia the Natives were not only forced to live in certain places, but they were also abducted as children and taught to be more like white “proper” children.

Some people may say that the Rwandan Natives were discriminated against the most, but I think that they actually had less. If you think about it pretty much every Native in America, South Africa, and Australia were treated, and discriminated against the same. This was not true in Rwanda. In the beginning the majority Hutu were discriminated against. This would mean that if I were a Native Born in that time I would have an 11% chance of being the more privileged (Tutsi) Native, and an 88% chance of being a less fortunate Native. If I was born in the later times I would have had a flipped chance (88% good, 11% bad). Either way you put it you still have a better chance than if you were from another country.

The bottom line is that the Rwandan Natives had less discrimination (of people) than in Australia, South Africa, or America. Even though there was much more drama over races there the Natives still had a better chance of not being discriminated against. That is why I would chose to be a Native from Rwanda instead of Australia, South Africa, or America.

Final Blog

Over the course of this year I have learned many things in Global Education (Language Arts) the first was learning about the life of an aboriginal boy close to my age. I learned how they must travel across the land of Australia from one side to the other to get to the river and manhood. If they don’t they die. I also learned about the capturing of Aboriginal children, and how they were mistreated, even though the Europeans thought that they were doing the right thing. It showed me how when you are taught one thing that you truly believe it is right (like the movie I’m Normal you’re Weird).

I also got to see the tragic of the Rwandan Genocide from the view of Paul Rusesabagina. I viewed how even a Hutu man with plenty of connections could get caught in a world of trouble during the Genocide. The Hotel Rwanda showed me how influencing a radio station can be (MRND) and how terrible things can get if no one can stop a group of extremist like the Interahamwe. One of the major things that I learned in the movie was how dysfunctional the United Nations is, and how passive a lot of countries really are when another is in a crisis.

My favorite thing that I learned so far this year was when we did a Mock United Nations practice in class. There I learned how much patience you have to have to be on a committee of that sort, and how frustrating it can be when you can’t speak.

Another crucial thing I learned was the importance of more than one point of view. In discussions I would always go into believing what I thought was right. However when you hear what others have to say it persuades you to change your mind. I learned that more perspectives make the whole situation make much more sense.

The big thing I learned was about power, and how big it is. Everybody wants power, and doesn’t want to give it up. It was in the Rwandan Genocide, it was in the Apartheid in South Africa. In almost every single thing we looked you can find a struggle for power and it showed me how No matter what might be right, whoever is in power decides what goes on.