Give a bear...

Fishing. There's nothing like it. I was ready for a relaxing day up at the old creek. I invited my father but he was busy working. Work. Psh. I don't work. I do okay. I've got a private chef. Mom's the best cook. I've got a maid. Mom's the best cleaner. I've got a personal driver. Mom's the best driver. Who would have thought at the age of 37 one man could be so successful?

I put on my army camo that I wore for Halloween last year and I walked up to a creek a few hundred yards into the woods behind our house. I use to play here when I was little. I guess I still do. I found a nice rock to sit on. It was flat, wasn't wet, no noticeable amounts of dirt. I took my seat, dropped my rod an tackle box besides me. I cracked open a cool Mr. Pibb. I put that down besides me and opened up my tackle box. I found a sandwich inside with a note that says, "Good Luck! Mom." It was peanut butter and jelly, which I stopped liking in the 8th grade but haven't had the heart to tell her.

I took a piece of bread out, ripped off a small morsel, and attached it to my rusty old hook. I threw my line into the water. It's game time.

I sat, waited, and enjoyed nature for the next few hours. The fish were not biting today. I saw a few crayfish scurrying around, but I was going for bigger game: tuna.

Then, it happened. I felt a small tug on my line. I waited. It tugged. I waited. It tugged that magical third time. I yanked the line to rip the rusty hook through the smooth mouth of the unsuspecting fish. I could feel the line fill with tension. The reel became harder to turn. It was time. I pulled. He pulled. I yanked. He yanked. I pulled him in slowly. He swam away quickly. The battle was a stalemate for at least 10 minutes. I could tell this was a good fish.

Slowly over the next hour I reeled him in, inch by inch. I brought him to the surface of the water. The fish darted around, but resistance was futile. With one last yank i ripped the fish out of the water and threw him on land. What a beauty. 8 inches long. Golden Green scales. Slippery. He was still flopping around on the earth. I didn't want to watch him suffer. He was a heckuva solider. He didn't deserve to go this way. I looked around for a rock, grabbed a suitable one, and brought it down on the fishes head. He stopped flopping.

RAAAAAARGHHGHGHAAAARWAAWWWWW

I spin around. There is a black bear charging right at me. He is over 6 feet tall. His illustrious black fur glistening in the sunlight. He had been on a fishing trip too apparently. They say you should play dead when a bear comes at you. I'm a poor actor, and that seems ridiculous propaganda propagated by the bears.

I left my rod and tackle box, and with the fish still in hand, I ran. I ran faster than I ever have before. I was swift as a gazelle, jumping over fallen logs, ducking under hanging vines, leaping giant chasms in the earth. The bear could not keep up. He turned around after a minute or two. I finally reached the end of the woods and ran inside. I told my mom the story of me fishing, and the bear, and then my amazing run through the forest. She told me I have an overactive imagination.

Later that night, I went back to get my rod and tackle box. I went slowly and carefully, on the lookout for bears. I made it safely to the creek but then I saw something so strangely odd that I had to leave immediately. The bear was fishing using my rod and eating my mothers peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Give a bear a sandwich, feed him for a day, give a bear a fishing rod, feed him for life.

What to eat? What to eat?

The factors that go into my decision making process are quite extensive, or quite spare, it is usually one or the other. Sometimes I just decide without considering any possible ramifications. For more important decisions; however, I go through a lengthy process. I consider my potential happiness level after the decision. I consider the financial strain that it could impose or the gain it could bring me. I consider what I will do after the decision is made. I consider what other people think of the same decision.

Let's say that I was hungry. I will go into my kitchen and take a look at the food. I consider what I want. I consider whether or not to make what I want. I consider whether or not I will want to clean up what I want. I consider what I would do while eating what I want. I consider what I will do after cleaning up what I want. I consider if it is even worth it to eat now if dinner is coming up. After all these decisions I will usually choose not to eat anything at all and decide If I want a drink. After that decision process I will usually leave the kitchen empty handed and with an empty stomach.


As I continue into college, I plan to keep some the same decision making processes. It seems to have worked so far...

Recipe for Afghanistan

1200 Years of Islam
3 Anglo-Afghan Wars
30 years of Political and Social Unrest
1 Pinch of Taliban
5 Mountains filled with Caves

First, beat 1200 years of Islam until creamy. Then add in 3 Anglo Afghan wars and mix together.
Then mix in 30 years of Political and Social unrest and a pinch of Taliban.

Then pour into caves and let sit in the heat for 3000 years.

Spring Break

I had a very exciting spring break. I wasn't able to just sit around and do nothing like I had hoped. I started the break off with a visit to New York City. It was a beautiful day, and apart from getting lost....it was fun. After that, things took a turn for the worse as I became sick. On top of being sick, I had to travel to Pittsburgh (a 4.5 hour car ride) to visit my grandparents. I came home Thursday and caught up on all the TV I had missed. On Friday, I saw Adventureland with some friends. It was a really good movie. It was filmed at Kennywood, an amusement park in Pittsburgh where I have been many times. On saturday and sunday I finished up my homework and just relaxed.

Che's Essential Question

Che wanted to become someone who helped others. His impact he wanted to have was eliminating poverty and improving the lives of millions of people. He saw the poor throughout Southern America as he traveled on his motorcycle journey. He saw what they had to live with and he wouldn't stand for it. He thought the government must help its people, so he set out to make sure that could happen. he fought for it and allied with other leaders who felt the same way as he did. The impact he had was overthrowing the established government of Cuba and setting up a government that would care for its people under the rue of Fidel Castro. He was then removed from Cuba and went to Bolivia to try to have the same impact there, but he failed. He then brought sadness to Cuba and happiness to the united states government.

I do not think Che felt he achieved his goal as there were still a lot of poor people who needed his help when he died.

Che in Chile

Che visit to the mine shaped his views the most. It probably had a big impact on his political views as well as he saw the poverty around the mine and the little to no compensation paid to its workers' families when they died. "It brings to mind a meaningful shrug with which a manager at Chuquicamata answered my questions regarding compensation paid to the families of the 10000 or more workers interred in the local cemetery." 87 This is one reason he put so much focus on helping the poor and made such an effort to educate people. He wanted socialism so that everyone could afford cheap health care. Che probably wanted to create a union to help achieve better conditions and pay.

America's Six Word Memoir

We're kind of a big deal.

U.S. in Pakistan

The situation in Pakistan is comparable to the situation in Bolivia when Che was trying to overthrow the government. In both instances, the U.S. government is using special forces to train an army to keep the current government in power. It could be very dangerous for us if these terrorists who hate America gain power and rule of this country. The goals of the two people are slightly different. Che wanted to bring peace to one country by implementing socialism, and these terrorists want to take over the country and rule the middle east. Both of them hate America though.

The Voice of Che

Lovesick Pause-This represents Che’s adventurous voice. Here he is talking about the trip and the eart around him. He notices a lot of the environment and remembers a song he once heard. There is a certain tone of worrisome in his voice that is combined with a pondering mind and a touch of anxiousness to see what is ahead. It helps the rader understand how Che thinks and what he feels about his surroundings.

For the flu, Bed-This section reveals che’s determination to continue his journey, even though he is sick with the flu. It also shows his revolutionary spirit as he mentions he wants to be free from civilization. This helps the reader understand where Che is coming from when he wants to help people because he has been in the rural hospitals and stays with poor people.

These diary entries carry Che's voice well and help the reader understand how he feels about the little unimportant things to life to form a foundation for his opinions on bigger issues.