Love and Hate Chapter 2

Love and Hate Chapter 2

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"Now?' I asked in confusion, part of my sandwich still in my mouth. "Yes now," my "mom"said grabbing me by the arm. I stumble after her and into the car. When I sit down my head starts to get woozy and my eyes begin to burn. "Mom?" I asked panicking. "What?" She replied irritated, until she looked at me. "Oh no," She whispers. "What? What?" My mom hates whispering; she had since I was really little so I knew something was up. I gripped the arms of the chair, and my nails dug into the leather. A bolt of pain shot up my back and I screamed in pain. All of a sudden my "mom" had her hands over my eyes and was yelling at me to calm down. My brain was in chaos and I couldn't see anything. After this happening for another minute or so my head instantly cleared. All of the pain left my body and was replaced with a calming feeling. I open my eyes, which had been shut tight from the pain my body was suffering, and looked around. I was in a meadow that was filled with what looked like thousands of different flowers. To name a few there were orchids, lilies, roses, sunflowers, daises, and more. Considering most of them lived in different climates than others they looked strange all together, but also like they were meant to be. The sun was shining down from between clouds and there was music playing faintly from a town nearby. It was the complete opposite of what had happened only minutes earlier. I'm quickly returned back into the car that was speeding down a highway with  my mom at the wheel the only worry line she had was showing on her otherwise flawless face. She glanced over at me then back to the road and then back to me. She sighed and the worry line disappeared. Her eyes skim over my face but soon focused back on the road. She didn't look a lot like me and neither did my father, but every morning before I went to school they made me point out the thing that we did have in common. First I would point to my mom's chin which had a dimple in it just like mine, then my dad would smile and I in turn poke his teeth and say that I had a smile just like his. Just before I can try and find something else my mom would cut me off and say I would be late to school. "So how do you feel?" My mom asked snapping me back into reality. "Just a minor headache mom," I lied. My head felt like it was about to explode, as if there were a tiny man stabbing me with a blade. "Good, good," she said nodding, "Because that was nothing,"

Love and Hate. Chapter Two: Election

Love and Hate. Chapter Two: Election

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Hate is a powerful emotion.  Election season brings out the most hate, and anger in people than any other time. Opposing beliefs bring can bring out the worst in people. In the digital age Facebook, Twitter, and other social medias provide a platform for political debates. Democrats and republicans are often very fervent in their beliefs and refuse to back down when challenged by citizens that support the opposite party. These "debates" often turn nasty and end in anger.

However the hate and anger displayed during, and after an election never seem to last long. Several days or weeks of rage seem to disappear in an instant. For the next four years there will be much less fighting between parties, at least at the average citizens level. But not too long from now everyone will suddenly develop a political view akin to that of Bill O'reilly, and Steven Colbert. When that happens the political hate will begin to flow again, trampling everything that gets in its way.

Chapter 2 Love and Hate

Chapter 2 Love and Hate

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"Where are we going?" I ask impatiently. "Away, away from his country these people everything." "Well I'm not leaving." I stand up, cross my arms, and give them both a look of pure determination. "Come on sweetie we need to leave. Look Dad's already packed your things!" "I'm not leaving and if you love me then you won't make me leave." 'Mom' and 'Dad' look a eachother and she whispers "Do we have time?" "No." He replies. They stare at me and I stare back. They inch closer and slowly make their way towards me. Suddenly 'Dad' reaches out to grab me, 'Mom' right behind him. I give a little shriek as they carry me into the living room open a large cardboard box with holes on the top and dumps me inside. Aftere struggling and moving around as much as I could I know it's no use. I sit back in my box while they load me into the car. I start thingking. Why did they already have the box? Did they know I was going to say I wasn't going and this was there plan B if I didn't cooperate? Have they been planning this or did come up suddenley? Where are we going? So many questions that will probably never be answered. Woohoo. Just like one of those mystery books I used to read.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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          When I got home, I was mad. I didn't understand how the world worked, and I wanted to know. I was so furious that I couldn't think straight.

          I decided to let out some steam by playing some Call of Duty. This was the go-to activity for me whenever I was angry, bored, or just felt like playing. I was able to lose myself in the game. My emotions were always reflected in the game. It was pure excitement that sold it for me.

          I realized I hadn't done my homework yet. It was a friday, so I continued to play. Not a good idea, I know, but I usually procrastinated on weekends. That's the way I am.

Chapter Two - Love

Chapter Two - Love

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love

 [luhv] noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.

noun

1.

a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2.

a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, asfor a parent, child, or friend.

3.

sexual passion or desire.

4.

a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person;sweetheart.

5.

(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, orthe like): Would you like to see a movie, love?

Nothing. This did me nothing. I mean, of course I know love's definition, but I can't even begin to grasp the word as a whole. Usually I have a strong lead after reading its definition, but I still could not figure this word out.

Maybe I'm missing the point entirely. Perhaps love runs deeper than the word advertises. What is love, anyway? I cracked open my thesaurus to take a look at some synonyms for it.

Synonyms:	Adulation, affection, allegiance, amity, amorousness, appreciation, ardor, attachment, cherishing, crush, delight, devotion, enjoyment, fondness, friendship
Antonyms:	dislike, hate, hatred

* = informal/non-formal usage

None of these words even scratched the surface of what love could potentially be. Love must be something stronger than a great desire or attraction for something or someone.

Love must run deeper.

But how? And why? I still didn't understand in the slightest. There had to be something that I have or do love.

My jar. My jar dictates how I go about my day. My jar gives me insight into the unknown, it gives me a guiding light down a dark path. Do I love my jar? No. I appreciate it; I like it.

So the dictionary and thesaurus approach failed to work. It was time for some field research.

Destroying Print-Chapter One

Destroying Print-Chapter One

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In journalism you must adapt or die. Ignoring the advances in technology has proven deadly for countless news publications. As the internet grows so does the amount of information available on it. Newspapers and magazines are now being threatened by various news websites.
This internet based content is easier to find, cheaper, and more eco-friendly than its print counterparts. These advantages have proven very important as companies rush to catch up. Most recently, Newsweek has transferred its content completely to the internet, becoming an e-magazine. Many critics believe this could mark the beginning of the end for all print news sources.
Switching from print to an internet news publication has its drawbacks as well. These disadvantages make some companies weary to make the switch. Workers involved in the making of the physical newspaper, as well as the people who distribute and sell these copies may find their job has become obsolete. These layoffs could prove disastrous for those affected.
News on the internet is not always trustworthy. Fake news sources such as The Onion have gained popularity. The stories written by parody news publications are often spread by people unaware of their falsehood. Popular social media sites have become a veritable breeding ground for false information. Pages and hashtags declaring the death of celebrities have become commonplace. These accounts can cause great trouble and make it difficult for people to acknowledge the internet as a valid news source.

Various advantages of news on the web still remain. Speed of print news is oftentimes not fast enough to spread important knowledge anymore. In the digital age news of world changing events spread seconds after their occurrence. The lag that is profoundly prevalent in print news is much to long to provide the reader with valuable knowledge.

More information and different points of view can be found on the internet. Everyone with access to the world wide web has the opportunity to spread what they know with the world. This culmination of ideas is what makes the internet the most diverse news source available at this time.

There is no denying the evolution of modern news. Although there are so many advantages of internet publications, eliminating all print news could have disastrous consequences.   

Chapter One – Beginning

Chapter One – Beginning

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¹be·gin·ning

noun \bi-ˈgi-niŋ, bē-\

1

: the point at which something begins : start

I have always been fascinated with words. People usually disregard the importance of words, but words could not be more important. They compose the sentences we speak. They provide meaning for a confusing world. This is why I immerse myself in words, studying them. What purpose do words have unless I understand them.

That is what brings me back to my jar again. The jar was the centerpiece of my life, the very foundation of what I live on. Why? The jar was filled with words. More words than any one person could imagine. Even I myself don't know how many words encompass that jar. Hundreds? Thousands? I do not know, nor do I care. I simply wish to learn each and every one of them. One paper slip at a time.

I began my occasional ritual of opening the jar, and retrieving a word. I made sure to make my selection completely random. I concede that the word I selected shocked me, to the least.

Love.

I never concerned myself with a life of love, nor have I immersed myself in it's definition. What is love, anyway? Is it something you like, or is it more complex than that? I stared at the tiny paper slip, trying to pry the secrets from the very depths of it.

I needed to study this.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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          "Uh... sorry, but no."
          That sucked. Of course, I never expected that she would say yes, but I was hopeful.

          The next week was homecoming. I felt expected to get a date for it, but I really didn't think I could. I wasn't ready for this. What class is there to prepare a student for the most stressful time of high school?

          The bell rang and I made my way to the door. Sometimes, I realized, life is pretty fucked up. Then again, my life wasn't too bad. I got good grades and had plenty of free time, so I guess I couldn't complain. But life is full of wants. And when someone doesn't get what they want, sometimes bad things happen. This wasn't and is never the case for me. I have always known how to control myself. Everyone does. That's just the way things are.

P.S.

  My individual topic is video games--check it out at http://rjhvideogames.blogspot.com

          Of course, we are planning on incorporating each of our individual topics in the group blog, so I'm planning to either program a video or an interactive video game later in the year, once I feel comfortable doing that. Until then, I'll be writing regularly.

The beginning of the end

The beginning of the end

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Who? Me. When? Now. Why? I don’t know. Where? Behind the burning remains of a building. I am Sydney and you have just walked into my living nightmare.  I wipe my forehead with my arm and it comes back covered in blood and sweat. This is probably the wrong way to start my story. I’ll begin when things got interesting. I was about thirteen when this happened, I’m, what,  fifteen now, time tends to fly when those you think you love turn their backs on you. I was in my house with my “parents.” We were in the middle of having lunch and I was halfway through my peanut butter sandwich. They were talking in hushed voices to each other, occasionally glancing my way. I stared them  down as I slowly bit down on the sandwich, daring them to reveal their dark secret.

My “mother” finally looked my way, her eyes portrayed the impending doom they were about to place onto my shoulders, as she then said, "Sydney we need to speak to you.”

“About what?” my eyes narrowed in suspicion, my feet shuffling across the kitchen floor toward them.

“About you. We aren’t your real parents. You aren’t the same as everyone else. You are special and wanted. Wanted by so many different people in so many different ways that it doesn’t seem possible. I know this is a lot to put on you but we are telling you all of this because we need to go... now.”

Group Project, Progress and Problems

Group Project, Progress and Problems

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This I going to be basically a live post so I'm just going to be writing as I get ideas.

People havent seemed to think to much about the project since last meeting.

We need the software to produce (Ryans) posts.

Im not very famillar with the google sites format.

We need a timeline, when each character does the actions in a specific story, Old age-remembering past experiances,

Topics:
Introduction
Job
War (Conflict)
First/Last Day


This post may be updated later with more info.