Blog 6- Anything

In this post, I'm going to talk about what life would be like if I was the president of the United States.
If I was presidednt of the United States of America, I would ban democracy, and make myself dictator of the USA. Then I would be in charge of the most powerful country in the world, FOREVER!
Then I would make a law that banned google from America. I would do this because I have a fear that they will take over America, which would mean I would no longer be dictator, which would make me sad:(
Next I would invade Canada and Mexico so I would be in control of all of North America! Then I would change our new county's name to Michaeland. I know that would make other countries mad at us, but I would bribe their leaders so they will ignore us.
After this, I would buy(take) every chocolate company in Michaeland, so I would own a lot of chocolate. I would then make it mandatory that chocolate be eaten at least once a day.
Then I would make purple our national colour, turtles our national animal, and chocolate our national food, and make You Belong With Me and or Grand Theft Autum/Where is Your BOy Tonight our national anthem.
I would also rig sport leagues so my favorite team would win every year.
Lastly, I would raise taxes so I would get more money, so I could buy anything (if I don't feel like taking it!)
Those are the all the things I would do on the first day of my new life as dictator of the USA.
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Blog 5- Empathy In Readers

In this post, I'm going to talk about how good authors establish empathetic emotions within the reader.

In any good book, the author tries to give the reader feelings that make them understand what a character in their book is feeling. This is called empathy. Empathy can be used to make the reader feel depressed, saddened, or even hopeless. It can also be used to make the reader feel happy or joyful.
Some examples of this kind of writing is when a character in a book dies. When this happens you often feel sad or depressed because that is what the other characters are feeling. That is an example of how the author makes you feel empathy for the characters in the book.

This is how I think that authors make you feel empathy.

Blog 4- Breadwinner post

In this post I'm to tell a short story as if I was an Afghan living in the street of Kabul, and I was the only person in my family who could provide money and goods for my family.

July 14th 1996
Today in the market I saw something so terrible. I was selling my cigarettes to the people in the slums of Kabul as I do every day, when I saw a Taliban member come into the area. I hid behind a crumbling building so he couldn't see me.
I wasn't supposed to be down here, I knew, the Taliban didn't want us to sell things to the extremely poor, for reasons I didn't know. But as I peeked out from behind the building I saw him yell out a few names. He sounded mad, and if there was one thing I have learned in my lifetime about the Taliban, it was to never, ever, make them mad.
I'd heard stories of how they just killed random people, and things they had done to people that are a billion times worth then death. But when I saw a man stand up with a women covered in a burqa who was carrying a little baby stand up and walk towards the man I almost yelled for them to stop and run away. I covered my mouth because I know he would kill me if he saw me too, so I stayed quiet.
Right when the family finished making there way towards the man, I saw the Taliban take out a gun, and in one swift motion, shoot the baby. I knew it was the baby and not the women because of the pool of red liquid covered the baby in only seconds.
As the women began to cry in her husbands arms I looked into the killers eyes and saw something that surprised.
It surprised me a lot.
In the killers eyes, there wasn't the evil I suspected I would see, but I saw regret, and even some fear. Then, as I looked at him some more, I realized that he was only around eighteen, which is only four years older than me.
Next, he didn't kill the two people as I thought he would, but he instead just ran away. I watched as he became smaller and smaller until I could barely see him. I then quickly exited the slums and returned to the small room that has become my home. Inside, my mother and two older sisters greet me, but I quickly go to the other room and cry. And I keep on crying for hours until I finally build up the courage to think about it all again and write it down.

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Blog 3- Eva Olsson

On Monday morning the whole middle and high school listened to Eva Olsson, a holocaust survivor, talk to us about the horrors of being in the holocaust.
The one thing that Mrs. Olsson said to us that will stick with me for years to come is when she said that the word hate is a more powerful and dark expression than what we mean when we use it every day. She said that ninety-nine percent of the time we usually don't mean hate, we instead mean dislike. The only time you should use hate is when something takes away everything close to you, as the Nazi soldiers did to her.
The thing that impacted me the most was when Mrs. Olssen told us that even though she was in the middle of a living hell, she still found hope to inspire her to survive. I thought and think that if I was ever in her position, I would never of had the courage to survive the horrors she had to go through. I mean, going on a boxcar on a train with so many other people in it there was hardly any room to breathe and having no food or water, and still having the courage to survive is simply unbelievable.
I had two questions that I have only recently thought of and that I wish I could've asked her. They are;
1 Did you have any friends that you made that might of helped you survive day-to-day while you were there?
2 What kind of work did you do while you were at the concentration camp? Make guns or ammunition? Make bricks?
I'm really glad that Eva Olsson came to talk to us because of how much it gave me to think about and how many things I learned about the Holocaust.

Blog 2- Norval

Yesterday, the whole Middle School went to a place called Norval somewhere near Toronto. The idea of the trip was to establish a larger sense community by doing activities that involved a lot of teamwork.
The activity that my team did the best at was the third activity we did, which was the one in which there was something like six platforms, with two people standing on each one. The point of this activity was to get yourself and your partner to another platform two platforms away from your own. The problem was that the only way to get yourself to your destination was to walk on a tight rope around a foot off the ground. The only things to help you get to the middle, in which there was some ropes for you to get to your new platforms, was a rope attached to the tree your platform was on that went about half of the way to the middle. Our group did very well at this activity because most of the people in my group had pretty good balance, and could make it a meter or two without a rope to hold on to. And with only a bit of confusion at the middle where all the ropes interlocked and people had to move around each other, we made it through this challenge in less than ten minutes.
The challenge our group had the most trouble with was the fourth challenge we did. It was the one where there was a six or seven meter high wooden pole with a tire at the bottom that we had to try to get off the pole without using any props. At the beginning we thought all we would have to do would be to just try to lift the tire off the pole by making a human pyramid and the person at the top would only have to take it off. The problem with that idea was that our pyramid wasn't tall enough. Then we tried two or three other ideas using the same concept, but none of them worked. So then, since we only had a few minutes left, we decided to put Jenny and Blayne on top of the tire, push the tire as far up the pole as we could and have them hang on to the top of the pole. Then we tried to pass them up the tire, but since they couldn't cling onto the pole and get the tire off it at the same time, that plan failed. Then we ran out of time, so we couldn't get the tire off the pole at all.
My overall impression of the day was that I really enjoyed everything there and would love to go back next year, but since there wasn't really any large activities, but instead many smaller ones, I think the trip is sadly forgettable. I mean, every day of your life you don't remember all the small things you did like what you did during recess or after school, that even though they were fun at the time, you would never be able to remember them in even just a few weeks.

Blog 1- Does clothing shape who you are?

No, I dont think that clothing shapes WHO u r, but it shapes what people
might think of u.
Think about it, you may be a sk8tr guy, but if u wear a sweater vest and dress pants around everywhere, people wont think of u as a sk8tr person, but theyd think of u as a nerd ( no offense 2 u if u wear a sweater vest around everywhere.)
Also, what u wear does not shape who u r! Right now i am wearing a vibrant green Quicksilver t-shirt and blue bootcut jeans and do u think that reflects who i am in the slightest bit. If u think it does, u seriously dont know me!!!!!
So, i do NOT think that clothing reflects who u r!
Please comment!
Bye,
Michael;)