What I Would Tell Ameria's Founding Fathers

Author’s Note: I wrote this essay in the form of a letter, answering the question, What would you tell America’s Founding Fathers?  This essay will be submitted into a contest.

Dear America’s Founding Fathers,

            Hysteria in the streets, citizens setting anything within sight on fire, almost every citizen screaming, rocks being thrown from every angle.  All settled by the laws you established.  If it weren’t for the commandments you signed, the population would come to a minimum within two weeks at most.

If The Women’s Rights Law wasn’t signed, I may not have my rights today, as the woman I am.  When I turn eighteen I have the right to vote.  I have my say in whom I want to run me and my neighbors and I would like to thank you for that.  I cannot imagine having no say in how I would like my following four years to turn out.  In addition if it weren’t for this law being created, more laws for women’s rights would not have been formed and I would not be treated as I would like to be.   

     Considering The Women’s Rights Law, if not signed, would change my rights today, The Equal Rights Law, if not signed, would also change my life.  One of my best friends and I weren’t born anywhere near each other but, since she moved here and is living here, we are friends, who are able to hear each other and look at each other, but we wouldn’t be able to be if you didn’t acknowledge the fact that it was not right, and change it.  Not being able to hang-out or talk with her would be extremely painful.  I would like to again thank you for your great job of the shaping of our country.

     The population would come to a minimum within two weeks at most, if it weren’t for the commandments you signed.  The Women’s Rights Law and The Equal Rights Law may be most important to my life but, the other laws that you, the founding fathers, established would also change my life if not given your signature of approval.   

    

With pleasure,

A grateful young woman

A Child Called "It" Cause/Effect

 Author's Note: This writing piece is reflecting on the book, A Child Called "It", cause and effect.  The book is written by, Dave Pelzer, who happens to be a fanominal author.  I would recommend this book to anyone, in the end no matter if you relate to the child or not, it makes you notice how lucky you truly are.  

Through the adventure of reading, A Child Called "It", you will cry and feel the pain of the poor abused boy and I promise you will want to jump right into the book and help the poor boy.  Dave goes through abuse from his always intoxicated mother.  Some ways she abused him in the story are by, putting his body on the stove and burning it, making him eat inedible objects, stabbing him with a knife, and some other extremely irresponsible methods. The abuse method I chose as my cause is, when she locked her son into a bathroom full of toxic cleaning materials, for a very long period of time.

The major effect was, Dave becoming nauseated.  Dave also started to get a headache and his vision blurred but, he didn't die, unfortunately because, his mother got aggravated and found even more abusive ways.  If this cause hadn't occurred during the story would change a lot.  His mother would not have done tried the method a second time.  The school's administration would not have questioned him as much.  The doctor wouldn't have expected abuse as well and most importantly he would not have had as many struggles in life.

Richard

Author’s Note:  This is a personal narrative.  I wrote about this specific familiarity because, I felt that since, I was the person that made everything happen, I could easily write about the occurrence, with vivid language and voice.

"Oh my gosh, Allison you saved our butts, thanks," those were the first nine words that flowed from my mouth after I had one of  spookiest experiences of my life.  I'm sure for at least one of my other three dorm mates, it was the most alarming encounter of their lives too.  Or maybe even the teenager from the dorm neighboring ours, that was breaking one of the rules by being there (since, you had to be in your own room by eleven and it was twelve).  It may have been my fault but, I didn't influence myself to make the lousy decision of screaming out the window to a person out on a leisurely stroll.  Which was also another rule broken, this time by me.  It had all started with a biker.  

"Molly, Molly, come quick, there's a biker outside our window," Jenna screeched to Molly.  As Molly was rushing into our dorm, Jenna just couldn't contain herself and had to bellow, "Hi biker dude," to the innocent man.  "I like your bike," Molly added.  Jenna went on, "I like your helmet."  Once again Molly just had to compete, "I like your shirt."  Jenna had to win the battle ending with, well let's just stop straightaway.  As soon as Jenna and Molly finished telling Allison and I their hysterical story, I thought to myself, that’s it, there will be no more rule breaking for anyone in my room.  Turns out it wasn't the end.  That afternoon after wishing and hoping the biker dude would come back, I was peering out the window and spotted a man or woman.  It was too dark that I couldn't quite tell what the persons' gender was.  The next words that I shrieked were almost uncontrollable and at the time seemed not harming, "HI RICHARD!" Richard was the name we gave the biker. Abby quickly added, "DUCK FACE," with a giggle.  I knew something was wrong when the undetermined man or woman stopped and slowly walked backwards.  So that, he or she was no longer blocked by a tree that would potentially be in the way of his or her flashlight beam.  "HIT THE FLOOR," I screamed at the top of my lungs.  

            When fifteen seconds had passed, we assumed the citizen was gone.  We had some quick choices to make, everyone in their head knew but, didn't say aloud, the security guard would be knocking on our door at any second.  Immediately Allison ordered someone, anyone, to shut the shades.  Afterward we turned off all of the lights.  As I chucked the sleeping bag over my whole body, I stopped breathing, was that?  Oh no!  Yes it is, the elevators' ding.  Within a literal five seconds, there was knocking at our door.  Abby practically flew to a hiding place.  We all laid silently, not moving a muscle.  Maybe he'll go away, that was not the case.  Allison tripped into a suitcase on her way to bravely peer out the peep hole, what she saw was, atrocious, the master key was half way into the key hole, Allison pushed the door open.  "Sorry I tripped over a suitcase," Allison offered.  Getting his job done he causally questioned, "Was there any yelling out your windows tonight girls?"  "No, we were just eating," Allison courageously admitted, not even lying, we were truly snacking.  The following question came out of nowhere, “Was there anyone else in your room within the past ten minutes?”  “No,” Allison fibbed but, we all silently vowed to make up for it as soon as the man left.  “You girls look fine to me, sorry to scare you,” the manager said in a somewhat annoyed voice.  All of us almost in unison claimed, “Oh it’s fine.” He left with a slam of a door and we all let out the breathes we’d been holding since, we apprehended the elevators’ ding. 

            No one spoke up.  If we happened to be loud enough for our dance coach to hear us, (the windows were open because, there was no air-conditioning in any of the dorms and our coach was rooming in the dorm directly to the left of ours) we wouldn’t be able to perform tomorrow at evaluations.  As soon as the manager checked all the rooms on our level and was on floor six, Abby quickly skedaddled to her room with Jenna on her heels.  Everyone got so, frustrated with Jenna, for breaking another regulation but, the disturbance was banished by the fact that we had just created a huge dilemma with the manager of this building.   I was the first person to break the silence with my unstoppable hyperventilating.  With Molly close to tears she recommended praying which, we all decided was a marvelous idea but, once our prayer was over our nerves were still tense.  Molly then called her dad and told him our whole predicament and asked for advice.  I couldn't acknowledge his wisdom at the time because, of my fright.  Molly hung up and we all started whispering about what just happened and attempted to find a loop hole.  Just then we heard a soft pound on the door, Allison tip-toed to the door and took a peek out of the peep hole.  Had we not heard the elevators coming back down from the sixth floor?  Jenna came in cracking herself up at our faces, not cool Jenna.  Now Jenna gave her opinions on the situation.  After Jenna finished, I blurted, “What if the manager comes back?”  That’s when I started to go out of my way to scare the poor manager away.  After an hour or two of me trying to analyse the best way to scare the manager and get him off our case.  I had heard enough what ifs. and announced, “We should all just go to bed.”  With that everyone said, their goodnights and dozed into a short rest. 

            It had all started with a biker.  The shaky voiced conversations and the nail biting stopped later that night I happened to overhear screaming, Jenna rushed to tell the security guard and also ask for some more toilet paper.  That assured that the manager was off our case.  From then and on nothing could have been better, we got to perform the next day in the dance recital and our dance coach wasn't upset or furious with us.  I can’t wait until High School reunion, when we all look back and laugh at this perfect memory.

Perfect Conflict/Resolution

Author's Note: This writing piece, is reflecting on, Perfects', conflict and resolution.  The book is written by Natasha Friend, and I would recommend the book to girls especially if you know someone with an eating disorder, which is what the whole book is about, it has a lot of wonderful tips to overcome eating disorders, finding the right kind of help, loving yourself once again, and helping others.  

In the novel, Perfect by Natasha Friend, the main character's name is, Isabelle.  Isabelle has an eating disorder which is called bulimia.  When Isabelle's sister ('Ape Face'), tells their mother that Isabelle was throwing up in the toilet after dinner, her mother immediately enrolls her for a special therapy class.  This is the main conflict.  Analyzing the conflict, bulimia is a serious thing, a few minor effects would include depression, fear of gaining weight, anxiety, dizziness, shame, and low self-esteem.  Bulimia is very serious, and until 'Ape Face' told on her, no one had even the slightness clue this is what she was up to, which I feel is very sad.  

            The resolution would be that Isabelle goes to the class and  the therapy class,which just happens to have Ashley Burnum in it, the most popular girl in school.  Once they bond through the class, Isabelle is being invited to have lunch with her and sleepover at her house.  Isabelle eats lunch with her and sleepovers at her house, and becomes best friends with her but, is starting to get grossed out with her always puking after they eat, which pushes Isabelle to stop being bulimic.  She tries to get Ashley to stop but, she won't and that ends their friendship.  Afterwards Isabelle didn't feel like she was losing anything but, she did feel bad that she couldn't help Ashley.