My Grandfather: Space Capsule Recovery Project

Time capsules help store items for people to come and get a piece of the past. In 100 years who knows what life is going to emulate, everyone knows history repeats itself. By showing the people of the future what mistakes happened in the past and the outcome that came from it, making crucial decisions would have a better outcome. When the time capsule goes into the ground, it needs to contain meaningful objects. Smartphones, magazines, and videos should travel to the future because they have enormous impacts on today’s society. Learning from the past will only perfect the future and everyone in it.

My international background has shaped who I am today because of the influence of my Chinese immigrant parents. My parents never had an easy life. My parents, who lived in poverty in China, immigrated to the United States hoping for a better life and to pursue the American Dream. They

From a very early age my Dad had taught me resilience. I didn’t even know what that word was as a little girl, but I knew exactly what it meant. Never giving up. The way your character grows, the different perspective you see things, and the content feeling of accomplishment. My Dad inspires me to go above and beyond expectations, and has always told me to set a goal and go for it. I give him a lot of credit for my academic, and athletic achievements due to him always displaying his hard work ethic, and his involvement in my life.

As I entered my teen years, my father expected more out of me than just being a good student. Dad always seemed to have projects going on around the house, and I became his helper. It did not matter what the project was, he always seemed to need my help and I was not happy about that. I had better things to do than wasting a weekend working around the house. Somehow my dad knew how to do everything and felt it was his job to teach all of it to me. I was a teenager and had all of the knowledge I would ever need, so I thought. As it turned out, most of the skills I obtained helping my father led me to a rather lucrative career in manufacturing a few years later.

Nautilus elementary, 5th grade. Probably the grade that every kid either had crazy times and bad experiences. At this time, I was not the greatest at reading. Reading was at the bottom of my list because I thought it was pointless. Avoiding all the reading assignments that my crazy teacher gave us to complete. She was ridiculous! Made us read a book a week and then test the book the following week. This test was called an a.r test, this test not only showed that we understood and read the book but it also calculated our reading level. Being at a grade and half lower reading level was not the greatest. Always failing all the test and my grade dropping lower and lower didn’t make my look like a good kid. A couple of months went by and I

It was 2005 and I had started my first year of pre-k. I was nervous, not because of school but because of my crooked pinkies. I was terrified that kids would laugh at me for having crooked pinkies. So I would always hide them in school, restaurants, and in public. My parents and sister always told no one would care,but that never help especially since my brother always made fun of them.

My dad thanked Nor Din for everything that he did to help him one last time. My dad packed his stuff and left for college. His parents were so proud of him. My dad went to college and Nor Din continued his job as a science professor. He will ever forget those days. When my dad thanked Nor Din he said “Thank you Nor Din for everything that you did to help me.” My dad finally arrived at Hope College in Michigan. My dad graduated from Hope College and went on to get a PhD in Chemistry from Boston College. He is a great scientist who works at DOW Chemical. My dad learned that everyone needs a little help every once in

as he did. I was always an underachiever. Lectures about work ethic and my future were commonplace with my parents, and teachers. I

The time capsule that I will create must be made out of red quartzite, similar to that of Tutankhamen’s sarcophagus, this material would be great because it can withstand heat and it would take time for erosion to show. Because erosion can become a problem if water is present in the area, my time capsule would be located inside a cave. This cave would have to be present in the Valley of the Kings. The quartzite box would be place in a cave where water would be very hard to get into since flash flooding is a big problem in the dessert valley. Because there is only one possible element to the box, the chances of remaining intact and withstanding the test of time would definitely be successful. It really wouldn’t matter when it would be found because I think if its meant to be found, its destiny, if not well it wasn’t meant to be. A set period would be around 100 years or perhaps later because this cave could have already been searched through and after somebody already searched, it could be a hit-or-miss for somebody else to go in that same cave.

The Fight is on The alarm clock rang three consecutive times, as the young man remained in bed, paying no attention to the alarm, and continued to lie asleep. His first class already starting, he decides not to attend, but instead dozes off wasting the day. This was just another typical day for my father back then. As a teen my dad always skipped out on classes whenever he got the chance to. He was the type to always fool around, and never took school seriously. At the age of 12 he basically raised himself, ever since his parents gave him up for adoption. Always moving from family to family, and having to interchange schools several times, he grew tired and became irritable to the point where he no longer had interest for an education.

My Son Booker T. My son was always a good kid. He would always reach for the impossible. He believed in everything and everyone. One day, he was reaching for the impossible again. I told him that he was just on a wild goose chase. He wanted to go to Hamilton school, but couldn't simply because of the color of his skin.

A time capsule represents a culture in a bottle. And so, in order to create a relevant time capsule, this class must ask the question; “What three facets of a society clearly represent its culture?” Because archeology specializes in the deciphering of long-dead cultures, a look at archeology’s perspective is most beneficial in answering this question. A review of the archeological literature reveals three topics consistently dominating the conversation. The technology, belief system, and pastimes peculiar to a nation define its culture to observers viewing it from a future date. Therefore, a time capsule to be opened in the year 2115 must include an artifact specific to the area of innovation, a relic representative of America’s dominant religion and the main contender, and something to present a picture of popular entertainment.

Who doesn’t like buried treasure? Most young children attend a birthday party with a pirate theme at some point during their childhood, and the search for buried treasure is usually the highlight. Time capsules are an adult-like version of the pirate’s treasure chest, and one is able to get a glimpse of the past through real artifacts, or treasure, that someone thoughtfully prepared for future generations to uncover. The items that are placed in the capsule are extraordinarily meaningful to the individual who placed them there, and if one were to complete a capsule for a future community at Fox Lane Middle School, it would be certain to hold critical technology, vital household items, and important fads, since these items are thought to be necessities in the daily life of a middle school student today.

I would get so frustrated at myself because I couldn’t spin a basketball on my finger. I thought that only my dad could do it and I wouldn’t be able to. I would give up and say “I will never be able to do this!” My dad would always say “Keep on trying, you will get the hang of it someday.” So I would try harder, but I still failed.

Growing up I think I always knew my brain was different than most of the students in my class. I have always had a difficult time doing the most basic mathematical problem. While most of the children in my class could solve the simple problem such as five divide by