Personal Review: The Stupid Event By Allan Zhu

To get to the ride that we were going to, we had to go through a part of the park that was really scarey. The part we went through had lots of clowns, and I don’t really like scary clowns. One of my friends told me that some of the monsters can go on the rides with you.Stop- being -slow and- walk -faster. When she said that I imagined that if I was going on a ride and I saw a monster sitting right next me for the ride I would scream and not look at it. After that it was getting really late so we we were walking back and this monster shouted in my ear

Every so often I would think about the horrible creatures or see them on the TV, whenever I stumbled upon them I would change the channel immediately. But one day, while getting gas,I saw something across the parking lot that I never wished to see again in my whole entire life. It was in fact a clown, I quickly threw the hose back in its holder and jumped in my car with out getting gas and left. After getting gas from somewhere else I didn't think much of what happened until, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw the big nosed creature once again. It must've followed me because I was close to my house and it was still following me close

By this time we had pulled up to the school. Then we exited the bus and dragged ourselves through the prison gates of the prison that were disguise as doors of a school. As I went through the day I could tell something was going just from the vibe of my class and the atmosphere in the halls in between classes. Especially when we had lunch the teachers looked like teens girls who were gossiping out the latest secret but by the look on their face it was clear that something worried them and it was serious. For the rest of my lunch period I tried to think of what could accrue such a situation at the teacher table like nothing was coming to mind. When our lunch period was over our class went back to the classroom. 15min into the class the tornado drill bell started ringing and our teacher hastily escorted us to the hall and had us sitting down with our back against the wall so close to the person next to us we could read each other’s minds. Even with all that’s happening I still wasn’t worried because we had many tornado drill since we lived on Tornado Valley, but never were there tornados. I felt like they were just a waste of time, excepted when they got me out of an energy draining class or a test that

Eric Liu has written two books with Nick Hanauer on politics and civic life, The Garden of Democracy (2011) and the True Patriot (2007) and has written a memoir, The Accidental Asian. His commentary on “branding” appears to be the main issue in the op-ed of the public space in the USA. Eric Liu displays his disagreement on their Bronx homestead’s being named into some brand called “Yankees”. The Yankees showing off their name into the homestead has angered the writes in many ways. The writer thinks it has insulted the great legends born in the stadium. He isn’t happy about this change as he thinks it as a national treasure. Now Yankees will also be a part of a deeper, acceleration trend in our society, the relentless branding of public spacing.

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

MONSTER WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW HIM!! DIDN’T YOUR MOM TEACH YOU TO NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER!?!?!?!?" The leader looked at me with such hateful eyes and the men behind him were worried that he might kill me. I didn't really cared if he killed me or not. The leader then yelled after trying to keep his calm "Fine, but you are coming with me to America!!!" I shook my head furiously and ran in-between his legs to distract them from Snow. I ran out of the house and I stopped. I fell to my knees and tears came flowing through me like a dam that just broke and cant stop. The leader came out and laughed "HA HA HA HA!!!! So, you saw what I did to your poor mommy and daddy, huh? If they just did what i wanted in the beginning then this wouldn’t have happened." I turned and I could feel my eyes changing, it went from a grayish blue to a dark deep

Walking into the classroom, something just didn't seem right. The lights were out, blinds closed, and only one shadowy figure sat at the teacher’s desk. Just by the shape of the figure I could tell it wasn’t my teacher. A chill swept through the room making the hairs on my neck stand up. I began to sweat and my hands shook. I stood, staring at the shadow at the front of the room. I finally built up enough courage to mutter out “Who are you?” The figure then spoke with a deep, threatening voice “I think you know who I am!” This was true, I had met the figure a few years ago. I tried to escape the past, but it caught up to me. “How did the school let you in?” I asked. “Do you really think that I would come in here with permission?

My mom left and said she would be back at 8:30. We got to about two houses and they had really good stuff but not the best. Then when we got to are seventh house there was a doll sitting on a swing. The doll got off the swing and started chasing us. We ran for our lives and we didn't look back. Then we heard a giggle. There was a clown in front of us. I hate clowns so we ran and ran until we found are neighborhood. We went to my house and without hesitation I locked the door and barricaded me my friends and family in. Then I got my mom and told her what happened. She said that there were pranksters in that neighborhood that are bad people. They said on the news that there were teenagers pranking little kids with a doll and a clown suit. I was relieved to hear that and then. The door was getting banged on we called the cops and they said they would be over. They were here in about two minutes and took the pranksters away. That was the end of the pranksters scaring kids and I hope they don't come

One of the most influential catholic theologians, Karl Rahner, once stated: “How often I have found that we grow to maturity not by doing what we like, but by doing what we should[..] not every ‘should’ is a compulsion, and not every ‘like’ is a high morality and true freedom.” Similarly in Marie Lu’s Legend, the main characters, June and Day struggle with their own morality, thus showing the audience the effect of compromise on the individual. Their struggles make them do immoral acts. June and Day do not follow the compulsions of ‘shoulds’ or ‘likes’, they show true freedom through their ways of compromise.

I chose to read the article by Ellen Hendriksen titled Why We Do Stupid Things. In this article, Hendriksen talks about the three reasons why we still make regretful choices, despite how apparent it is that the choice is very wrong.

The Bronze Age ended in the early twelfth century B.C. with the destruction descended upon the cities throughout the eastern Mediterranean and plunging some lands into a dark age that would last more than four hundred years (Drews, pg. 3). However, this destruction marked a dawn of time for Israel, Greece, and Rome origins (Drews, pg. 3). The transition from bronze to iron was the only tangible innovation, however with the Iron Age came also the development of alphabetic writing, the growth of nationalism, republican forms of government, monotheism, and rationalism (Drews, pg. 3). For Robert Drews, in The End of The Bronze Age, this was “one of history’s most frightful turning points” as he focuses on the widespread destruction of city and palaces labeling it “The Catastrophe”. To gain an eastern Mediterranean perspective on “The Catastrophe”, Drews presents a chronological outline starting in ancient Egypt. There is one documentary source during this time that Ramesses III inscribed on the wall of his mortuary temple at Medinet Habu (Drews, pg. 4). The line of pharaoh’s succession throughout ancient Egypt provides a link to the destruction of cities near

Reading about Nguyen Du, he was very loyal to the Le Dynasty as he and his family had benefited from them. Which is why he was unwilling to join the new government. So, inspired he wrote The Tale of Kieu, depicting his situation and his memory of the dynasty that had been lost. In this story Nguyen Du tells us by the fate of Kieu that the fate of human beings in the wicked feudal society along with its cruelties and injustice. He wanted to scream out loud, and break our hearts all at the same time. Kieu was a beautiful and talented woman, such one that should’ve lived a good life with happiness, but because she lived in this cruel, wicked and unjust society she got the exact opposite of that. She became a victim to her society. However, Kieu

It was Tuesday in Washington DC, an ordinary day, or so I thought it would be. It was March 25, 2017 and I was 12 years old. That morning I was walking to school, when a rusty, black, GMC van, rounded the corner and trailed slowly behind me. I saw two figures out of the corner of my eye, their faces hidden by masks with a skull sketched on the front of it. Immediately, I took off running, the figures in the van pursued me down a dark, narrow alley. The alley came to an abrupt stop, I was trapped. The two figures slowly emerged from the van. I felt hopeless and scared, kicking and screaming, I tried to fight them off but it was no use. Tattered and bruised they threw me in the van like a rag doll. That day my life changed dramatically, and I

This week I decided to discuss the story The Diary of a Madman by Lux Xun. Lux Xun is every known for his fictional literary works. In this story, it is being told as entries of a diary written by a mentally ill man. The mentally ill man believes that everyone around him is a cannibal and that eventually he is going to be eaten by them. He is so obsessed with the idea of cannibalism being a part of his society that he begins to believe that his family are cannibals. He also began think that if he killed himself to get away from the society then the people would feel no guilt about killing and eating him. This man is so paranoid that even when he is doing normally everyday things like walking down the street he thinks everyone is watching him

Approaching the school I heard a familiar voice behind me. Suddenly I felt a kick on my back . My entire body flew forward and I fell face first into the snow and my chin hit the pavement. People started kicking my hips and someone pulled off my boots. Someone else grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me forward till I was standing upright. I turned around to see who it was, as I turned I felt my hair being pulled and a punch right in my stomach. There were multiple pairs of hands tugging on my coat. I couldn’t let them take it. This is the third time so far this year someone has stolen my boots and coat. I tried kicking them from behind, but I ended up slipping and hit my chin on the pavement once again, just harder. I couldn't move, the pain was unreal. My coat was pulled of my arms. As I was lying on the the ice I could hear running and giggle footsteps behind me.