My childhood was PBS Kids on weekends and rainbow goldfish for snacks. It was books and reading, warmth and love. I was raised by Chris and Martin from Wild Kratts and found comfort in books like Caps for Sale and The Snowy Day. I learned how to be myself from Fancy Nancy and Chrysanthemum. I fell in love with Mooch from the books Just Like Heaven and Hug Time, and wanted to be in the book If You Give a Pig a Party. My days consisted of Welch’s fruit snacks and pirate booty; of Tangled and The Princess and the Frog. Mornings were for Dinosaur Train and afterschool was for Word Girl. My love of science stems from countless hours looking through botanical books and my dad reading A Seed is Sleepy. I loved it all, from puzzles to soccer games, my childhood was the best. Sure, I always wanted to watch SpongeBob and eat Freeze Pops; but no, I had it best.
We were made for the gods, for petty entertainment. We were made for the gods, we fight their battles.
They will laugh their shallow laughs, watch in amusement of our blood baths. We were made for the gods, scuptuted and shaped. We died for the gods, in a attempt to escape. We were made for the gods, and learned to hate. but mortal wars are far worse disagreement becomes a curse. fatalities and crying mothers all because of hating others.
human hate. limp on a puppet string, dangling from perpetual power.
From what I have learned during my comparatively short life on this earth is that people tend to create ideas that comfort them in times of uncertainty. The common religious concept of an afterlife was created to console those who had lost a loved one, feeling lonely, unsure of what is yet to come. “The dearly departed watch you from heaven,” they were told. “They’ll wait for you up there until your time comes.” Do we actually know what happens when we die? The simple answer is no. Philosophies answer these burning questions that will never gain an answer, hopefully bringing peace to the distressed, however true they may be. Personally, I don’t believe in heaven or hell. I don’t believe that we know what happens when we die. And I am okay with that. This may seem like a blunt statement, but it means so much more to me. Although I am only 15, I have seen a lot from changing scenery every two years of my life. Life is meant for living. You aren’t supposed to know everything about it.
I have a LOT to say about Global Warming. It is a horrible, harmful thing. Many people are scared of it. But the thing is- it's OUR fault. We always want more, more more. Humans are greedy. Sure, we can be good. But so many of the bad things- including global warming- are caused by US. And that means it's our duty to stop it. To fight it. So many animals are being affected, hurt- even killed!! Because of global warming. And we HAVE to stop it. My dream is to be like David Attenburough. And I want to be an activist against climate change. Please, everyone, start thinking about climate change. Do anything you can- even if it's just usin gless energy- just do anything you can to stop global warming.
I like the mornings, the sun just starting to crest over the mountains. The way the sun rays peek through trees and dance on the motionless lake. I love the way the sun gently rocks me awake in the morning and the taste of the first drops of sun. When the sun shines in through all the different windows and my house has that welcoming glow, that’s the sun I want. Morning sun rays are different, the light is different, the warmth is different. They say the morning sets the tone for the whole day, and I think that’s true. There is nothing better than going outside in the morning, the air still dewy, with the sun melting all your thoughts away. The light shimmering across the lake and making it all the way up to your toes. Morning sun is the best because I know that it will only be perfect once a day, I know that the light is what makes everything prosper. The light in the morning is what hopes, goals, and challenges are made of.
I think we should be able to travel during Covid-19 virus without a Covid-19 vaccine. Here are the reasons why.
People all around the United States of America want to visit their family and travel so they are getting the vaccine. The problem is we don't know if the vaccine is safe. We should just get a temperature test before and after we travel.
Also, isn't this country supposed to be free?! We shouldn’t be forced to do things. We should be able to make our own decisions by using common sense. People have fought and died fighting for our freedom and now it’s being taken away.
It is important to see our family during the pandemic. I mean we can see family on the meeting program, Zoom but it would be better to see them in person. This is being taken away from us because of this pandemic. The government is taking away this freedom.
Dreams. I dream of things far and wide; new things, old things. Dreams are where I see my creativity fly free. From floating through the air to beating a cheetah in a race, dreams are where you can do everything. When I dream I am invincible, I can do anything. Dreaming is freedom, it’s living life without consequences. Dreaming is like testing out your life before you really try it. Almost every dream is different, but occasionally the same ones slip through the cracks. Some say that dreams mean something, give you hints to the past or the future, but to me, dreams are an escape. Dreams are the adventure you didn’t know you wanted or needed. They are the opportunity to be whoever you want. Dreams are a time to let go. Dreams are a time to let your mind take over. There is no thinking or choice in dreams, you just let your imagination guide you along. That’s the best part; dreams are made for you, by you.
My eyes flutter open and dart to the windowsill, my lucky wooden spoon is still there from last night. I leap out of bed and nearly fall sprinting to the window, I feel the excitement start to rise as the snowflakes begin to fall. I watch each individual snowflake dance through the spirling winter air. I shoot down the stairs and rip open the door to be greeted by a gust of wind that carries the delicate snowflakes inside. I don’t even notice the freezing air and feel only the humming warmth of excitement inside me. It’s the day we’ve all been waiting for. There is nothing that could smother my feeling of adventure in fresh powder and the euphoric feeling of the illusive SNOW DAY!
To be told you can write anything makes it hard. The freedom gives you too much room. Seems easy, but really, the possibilities become overwhelming. I am not a writer. I write because that is what I am told to do. I am good at writing, but I don’t enjoy it. I write to impress, to satisfy, and out of necessity. I understand its importance, but I lean towards math and science. I would rather be given a math problem and be told to solve for x. I like to have a definitive answer, I like right and wrong; black and white. The problem with writing is that there is no end, there is no clear stopping point. When the math equation has been solved and the science experiment has been run, I know that I have done what was expected. I know that I have fully achieved the goal, I can feel accomplished. Sure, I can test for more trials or check my answer, but there is still a clear end. Writing, on the other hand, never stops, the endlessness of it is daunting.
If I were to relive one day over and over again, my day would be simple. It wouldn’t be a holiday or any special day in particular. Not one that is even that much different from every other day. It would be a day that when you look back into your memories, it simply blends into the rest. It wouldn’t be fancy or new or even something different. It would be a simple day full of possibilities. The chance to see my friends, hang with my sister, and spend time with my family. My day would be full of laughs and bursting with love. The allure of opportunities and the feeling of contentment would be enough to last forever. It would be a day full of unknown choices and endless tries. A day like this is for the simple things, the feeling of the sun shining on your face in the morning, the sounds of your family cooking dinner together; it would be a chance to relax. The day would be about using the moment to take it all in; every last smell, taste, touch, and sound.
Do you ever just listen and hear every little thing around you making noise? I was sitting in class one day reading, when I realized how much noise there is around us. In that moment I could hear every little noise so distinctly. The noise of kids in the other classes, the turning of pages, the squeaky chairs, and loud cars driving by. I wondered what it would be like if there was no noise at all. If there was no noise it would be very quiet and maybe a little lonely. Sometimes I need some quiet time just to myself, then there are other times where I hate being alone. Even so it’s funny how noise is all around us and we don’t realise until we truly listen.
When asked what your favorite and least favorite holidays are, what are your answers? I don’t know about you but I for sure, have an immediate answer. Valentine’s Day. I hate it. I have my reasons. People will say, “Oh, you’ve never had someone to love.” No, I hate it because I see no reason to ask a person to be your valentine for one day, give them chocolates after all you are too scared to look them in the eyes on any of the other 364 days of the year, and tell someone you like them. Also the card, chocolate, and flower companies don’t make enough money throughout the year? It doesn’t make sense to have a specific day of the year to tell someone that you are interested in them.
White Ashes are a common tree around here in Vermont, so most people don't give them the credit they deserve. Ash trees provide cover, heat and protection for a large variety of wildlife. The seeds of Ashes are eaten by lots of birds, small mammals and insects. I have always thought that it was amazing how the rough bark of Ashes are rigid, and to me, it looks like diamonds engraved into the thick skin. The Ash tree has a hefty and broad root system buried underground, securing the above. White Ash is characterized by having opposite leaves with nine veins. All in all, I think White Ashes are helpful and awesome-looking trees.
Trees. They give us oxygen, food, and just make Earth more beautiful. But what do we give back to them? That is what Arbor day is about. It is about how much trees mean to us! Arbor day is also about planting trees to replace the ones that may have rotted away or got chopped down. Maybe in the future we will find more ways to help. It's the least we could do for them, considering all they did for humanity throughout time.
Lumberjacks sometimes cut down a lot of trees. This can make an entire forest go extinct. Although wood is a very important resource that humans use for many different things, there are some exceptions for doing harmful things to trees, for example burning them. It may sound bad at first but humanity would not have evolved without it and fire may not have even been discovered! This is a deeper understanding of why we celebrate Arbor day, and we celebrate it to show our appreciation of trees.
Maple trees are very important to the world because people prefer maple syrup. Everybody likes maple syrup because it tastes so good and I like maple trees in general. I think everybody should like maple trees as much as I do. Maple trees are a very big thing in our environment. They play a huge role in our everyday lives. That's why I think we should enjoy maple trees. Maple trees are beautiful in the fall when their leaves change to orange red and yellow. I love maple trees in the fall because their leaves are that color. The colors are so amazing and I think everybody could see that in all maple trees but some people don't like them but everybody has a different opinion of what they like and how they like it. I don't really care about what other people say about maple trees but maple trees are beautiful. In conclusion I think everybody should love maple trees!
Maple trees are very important to the world because people prefer maple syrup. Everybody likes maple syrup because it tastes so good and I like maple trees in general. I think everybody should like maple trees as much as I do. Maple trees are a very big thing in our environment. They play a huge role in our everyday lives. That's why I think we should enjoy maple trees. Maple trees are beautiful in the fall when their leaves change to orange red and yellow. I love maple trees in the fall because their leaves are that color. The colors are so amazing and I think everybody could see that in all maple trees but some people don't like them but everybody has a different opinion of what they like and how they like it. I don't really care about what other people say about maple trees but maple trees are beautiful. In conclusion I think everybody should love maple trees.!
Ever since I knew there was a word for it, I have thought of stress as something negative. In reality, the reason that we feel it isn’t negative at all. Stress was originally used to help us survive. If we were in a dangerous situation in the wild, our mind uses stress to protect us and help us survive. In modern days, we don’t have these kinds of life or death situations to overcome, so our brain gets confused. If we have an upcoming test or something we are scared of, our minds think that we are in danger. This triggers fight or flight, and can lead to us going into states of hypo or hyper arousal. Hypo arousal leaves us feeling down and even depressed, while hyper arousal can make us feel restless or energetic.
There are millions or trillions of ways that a lovey Universe will end. I will tell you three that scientists think are most likely. Even if the universe did end, it would reset itself, which is believed in many theories. (Heat or Cold death) The universe could end by extreme heat. If it got hotter than a star's surface it would end. The universe could also end by extreme cold temperatures. If it got 100% colder than the coldest planet in this Solar System, it would take a googol of years to get a cold death or heat death.
(The Big Rip) The force that is pushing our universe. Even though people don’t know this to be true yet, I think it might be dark matter or dark energy. Our universe will
go faster and faster to the point that it would go faster than the speed of light.