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Essays about power from Mrs. Neville's creative writing class.TRANSCRIPT
Mrs. Neville
Creative Writing
January 2013
Toree Hafen
Creative Writing 5B
One/Many
1/23/13
Alexander Leviticus Power
“The name is Power, Alex Power.” he stated, sticking out his hand waiting for a handshake. I
laughed, meeting him in the middle with my own hand.
“Hafen, Toree Hafen.” I said with a smile. He smiled back, paused for a second or two and then
moved on to the next person. Our first meeting was awkward and classy, exactly like Alex himself.
I only spent a week with Alex, but he was the type of kid you could never forget. He carried
happiness in his pocket, ready to share it with anyone who wanted or needed some. He laughed at
everything, even himself. He was always making jokes, always smiling, always being Alex.
His name was important to him, he made sure everyone knew he was a Power, or in his words
that he “had the Power”. He always introduced himself with his last name, like Bond, James Bond,
thinking that had a better effect than just Alex Power.
Alexander Leviticus Power, with a name like that he could turn into a super villain with the name
of All Power, but he chooses not to. He chooses to use his power for good, to make people happy, not
for evil.
Ahriya Stucki
Creative Writing 5B
One/Many
1/19/13
ABC Story: Power is Weakness
A long time ago, there once was a King in a far away kingdom called
Bargona, which was located in the country of Rome. Everyone in the King’s
land loved, adored, and respected him and every rule he made.
Cyrenius was his name, known throughout the villages of Rome for his
Deep kindness, humility, and goodness. The people could count on him for
Everything they desired. In the frigid winter, during a time of hunger and
starvation, he managed to
Feed all of his people from the Castle’s underground food storage. King
Cyrenius was
Great and wise, indeed, but he soon came to realize that his years were coming
to an end, and he was growing old and weak.
His worry began to set in about who would run the Kingdom when he was gone,
for he had no sons. There had been talk that
Ibycus, the King’s nephew, would become King when Cyrenius passed away.
Cyrenius wanted to make sure his Kingdom was well-off and taken care of,
Just as it has always been. However, Ibycus was known throughout the
Kingdom as lazy, spoiled, and rude. This troubled Cyrenius deeply, so he
approached Ibycus and told him that he had a strict plan for the Kingdom, so
the villagers could all be happy. Ibycus agreed to follow the plan, but of course
he was
Lying. The day came when King Cyrenius died. Ibycus was now king and he
was exhilarated by his new ranking in the Kingdom.
Much of the village suffered because he bought riches for himself, instead of
food rations for his people. Soon, the village became starved and the disease
rate was rising.
Now people despised Ibycus because of the many unwise choices he made.
He would always drink to temporarily take his problems away, he treated the
people of the village terribly, and he made intelligent people his slaves.
One day, he called for every woman in the village to go to him at once. He
Put each woman through several tests and trials to see who was equipped to be
both his wife, and the
Queen. He picked a sweet, beautiful girl named Valerie for marriage. Valerie
was timid and gentle on the outside, but aggressive and fearless on the inside.
The King told Valerie that he would soon over-rule the kingdom and
Rob them of their riches, making them peasants. Valerie was also the main
victim of his controlling ways. Every
Time she wanted to leave the castle, he made a guard named Xavier go with
her everywhere she went. This was so she would not tell her friends about his
cunning plan. The King
Unknowingly paired them together. What he did not know, was Xavier and
Valerie were trusting childhood friends.
Valerie told him everything about the King and his
Wicked plans for the Kingdom. They decided that they would need to make it
known to the village, so
Xavier called for a secret town meeting. They discussed what they would do to
defeat the king. While in the meeting, Xavier noticed that Valerie was missing
and he heard a loud
Yell outside. They ran outside and found that the King Ibycus ordered his guards
to threaten Valerie’s life with swords and weapons. He was furious with her for
telling the village about him. Yet, Valerie was extremely
Zealous, and wanted the best for the Kingdom. Right as King Ibycus went in to
stab her, Xavier took his weapon and struck the wicked king dead. And the
village lived happily ever after, thanks to Valerie and Xavier.
The Man in the Mirror
In America, the people have the power to change their communities and their country.
However, the only time we seem to act proactive is when a tragedy takes place. The only time
there is a call to unite is when a cause never thought about becomes a problem.
We are so powerful ourselves, this country is founded on the idea of a government for the
people, and by the people, yet we don’t usually have the drive to use our power until change is
needed.
For instance, a stoplight may not be put up until a devastating accident claims the life of a
mother, a child, a friend, or a sibling.
The devastation in Connecticut will spark a change in the way society is prepared to
defend their children and their rights, and the power we have as citizens of the United States to
change our country and communities will come to the forefront of our minds as we battle to
protect ourselves and our children. The debates about whether the government has the authority
to ban guns or exercise control over our right to carry guns, have become ubiquitous. Debates
and arguments are heard on the radio, seen on TV, and are nearly impossible to escape.
We are powerful beyond measure, and even if our efforts seem to go unnoticed, the effort
we make counts. The change we are seeking may not happen while we are here to see it, but we
can spark a change in the future. For example, Martin Luther King Jr. died before he could see
the change in civil rights and racial injustice he caused. He didn’t live long enough to see his
dream come to pass, yet his efforts changed not only the lives of African Americans but the
country of America as well. America became a country where truly all men are created equal, no
matter their race or gender.
We as the people of America need to make change on our own. We cannot wait for
tragedy to befall or the government to step in. It is our country, and it is governed for us and by
us. It is our responsibility to make the changes necessary whether it is changing injustice or
being more prepared to defend our children. It is our responsibility to stand up and take action.
No matter the consequence.
Cori Davis
Creative Writing 5B
One/Many
January 23, 2013
My Guardian Angel
It bothers me that my parents think I cannot hear what they say about me.
They talk behind my back, but it’s when everyone else is around and can hear them.
He thinks everything is fine—that the words don’t prick and that the pain doesn’t run deep.…but it
does.
Most days I just want to sit and cry and fade from this world.
Nothing makes sense—my life is in the hands of a control addict….
Nothing will ever satisfy the expectation’s hungry belly;
Always a reminder of sin, never a reason to be praised.
I sit here and wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t here….and then I remember that he controls
whether I live or die.
Even if I wanted to, my existence couldn’t end.
My fate will always be decided by the power-hungry hands, never by my hands.…
Yet, there’s that one person who says I can be free; I can’t give up, the key to escape is almost in reach;
just wait a little longer.…
A little longer? That seems too long….
No, my angel says, a little is never too long. Hold on for one more day.
At the end of that one day I asked again, can I go now?
No, hold on for one more day.
Day after day that’s all he said to me,
But day after day I slowly grew to wait for it.
I yearned to hear it, to feel the comfort that came from it….the love….
I began to see the strength in me growing.
I didn’t have to be afraid anymore; I didn’t have to be my father’s prisoner.
I took back what’s mine. His lustful hands never to touch my life again….
See, my angel said, it wasn’t too long. One more day was all you needed.
He believed in me. That tiny ounce of faith brought me back into this world.
Forever will I thank my guardian angel.
He saved me from something worse than death.
He taught me how to find strength even when the world says you have none.
He instilled in me a desire to live, not just a reason.
My freedom is here.
I’m no longer in shackles.
All I needed was a push in the right direction.
Forrest Ebell
Creative writing 5B
one\many
1\10\13
I Have the Power
I have the power
To choose, whatever I wish
So why don’t I do what I wish?
Because with power, great or small
Comes the consequences, none or all
If I choose to steal, take what I want
Then I choose guilt, on the other
I can choose to help, if so
Then I choose to be proud?
No, I choose the greater good
For me or another it would not matter
I have the power, and I choose not to use it.
Aubree Lindsay
January 18, 2013
Creative Writing 5B
One/Many
The Power of a Mother
In my family we always crack jokes about how any boy, or date we girls bring home,
should be scared of our father. Like most daughters, we envision our dates coming into a home
where our dad is lounging on the couch cleaning his gun. Many people say you should be scared
of a girl’s father, while this may be true, what boys really should be afraid of is the power of a
mother.
The happiness of a family sits upon the shoulders of a mother. She will raise the tides
when she gets angry, or calm the sea when she is happy. When her happiness wavers, the rest of
the family feels like they’re walking on a tight rope. One wrong word said or unsaid will raise
the winds and cause you to tumble down into a war that you will never win. But, mothers are
strong. They will stop at nothing to give the highest quality protection to their child. Mothers
stand against evil; they stand as a shield. A mom will bring down destruction upon any who dare
to even touch their child in the wrong way. A mother brings warmth into the coldest days. My
mom is the strongest influence in my life and she shows me every day the kind of woman I
should look up to and strive to be.
But, like in all wars, not all shields go unscathed, and not all hearts go unbroken. Every
mother goes through betrayal and heartbreak, pain incomparable to any other. Betrayal is a
lingering pain that occurs when someone has done something so completely wrong, they have
somehow betrayed the beliefs you once shared and decided to go the opposite way. Heartbreak is
the feeling of losing a child to death or just losing them from your life, both are equally painful.
Both of these can weigh down a heart with grief. To lose one’s child to death is a hard concept to
grasp, especially when they are so young, but something that could feel even worse is losing a
child who is still alive. To have one of your own children lose sight and remembrance of
someone they once loved and cherished can add to an already sunken heart.
So now you may ask yourself, how then does a mother not crumble into a bubbling
concoction of pain, betrayal and fear and turn into someone who is happy again? The answer:
love. A mother’s love can overpower any pain that might linger.
A mother’s love not only shatters, but can also rebuild her own heart, for love fills her
with happiness and pride, along with so many other feelings, that can drown out the bad. A
mother can do anything with the love for her children. Never underestimate the power of a
mother, or the power of a mother’s heart.
Parker Roe
Creative writing 5B
One/Many
1/23/13
Freedom is Power
Seeing that I am writing a short paper on the subject of power, I think it is best that I explain the
definition of power. “The ability to do something or act in a particular way, as a faculty or quality.” I find
it very interesting that a definition so simple can define a word with such strength behind it. When I
think of power, famous world leaders come to mind. Why? Because they demonstrate great leadership
and power, guiding their people and armies to expansion whether it is a positive or negative movement.
When I read the definition of power, the first word that came to mind was freedom, because it is the
ability to do something or act in a particular way. I also think that it is interesting that power can give or
take freedom.
We live in the great country of America, where you can just about do whatever you want where
you want to do it. That sounds like the ultimate freedom to me. People immigrated here, to this land
from distant places, to live the American dream and escape a life that was ruled by a vicious power.
Between 1815 and 1915, 33 million people migrated to the America due to uprooting caused by some
type of power. Germans were pushed out from a war and Irish were swept away from the British taking
their land. These are just two examples of many ethnicities that sought refuge in America.
America was the ideal place for people in that time. Anyone could start fresh and build a life for
themselves or their family. It was the time in which you could turn your life completely around. That
sounds like power to me. The difference between someone that radiates power and someone who
doesn’t, is their willingness to work. A quote that I love pertains to this, “Nothing worth gaining was ever
easy.” I love this quote because it makes me want to push myself harder in everything I do to become a
more experienced and knowledgeable individual. All the hard work pays off in the end anyways! Take
doctors for example, every time someone even considers becoming any type of doctor they immediately
become intimidated by the amount of effort they will have to exert. There are years and years invested
in schooling for doctors. This is a good thing though. It’s a weeding out process; the ones willing to work
are the only ones that I would trust operating on myself, or anyone for that matter. It would be a
tremendous responsibility to have a person’s life in your hands. A surgeon deals with this stress each
and every time a critical patient comes through the door. But they have put in the hard work, they have
been taught all of those long years in medical school just what to do to save a persons life. And that is
one of the greatest powers I think there is.
As I mentioned earlier a good leader has their own way of expressing their power. Famous
dictators like Joseph Stalin and Adolf Hitler chose to rule using violence, aggression, and killings of
countless people. This method of ruling worked for a time, but eventually failed them. There was no
trust between these leaders and their people, and they were in time driven out or killed. A great leader
such as George Washington was one of the most important men in early American history. He led
Americans to victory in the Revolutionary War, and became our first president. When asked if he
wanted to be president for the rest of his life; he left to go back and live on his farm. Washington served
as an example to all other presidents that preceded him. What I’m trying to get at here is Everyone has
power, what makes a great individual is how you choose to use it.
Braxton Adams
Creative writing 5b
One/many
1/23/13
POWER How did it all change so fast, one day I’m at the top of the empire then the next my kingdom
came crumbling down.
There sat a young man, couldn’t be more then 27 years of age, looking out the window
of his office, staring 80 floors down to the sidewalk. As he looked out the window his life
flashed before his eyes.
He was nothing but a boy six years old at the most when his mother died. He never
knew his father, who left as soon as the child was born. He had nothing: no family to look after
him, no food to fill his stomach, and no power. He tried to get help, but in New York no one had
time to stop and help a child, no matter what the need. Everyone hustling and bustling, it’s
amazing the boy hadn’t been trampled to death.
He had been on his own for two weeks eating any scraps he could find, covering himself
with trash just to keep warm at night, when a older gentlemen found him. Just a poor helpless
soul sleeping in a gutter was all the man saw. He picked up the child and took him to his home.
When the child woke up in the man’s house, he was alone. He couldn’t hear or see
anyone else in the house. His first instinct was to take as must food as he could, so he did. He
stuffed his pockets full and ate as much as he could stomach. While he was clearing out the
pantry he heard footsteps behind him. It was the man, who had been just outside working in
the garden.
“Take all you want”, said the man,” I have plenty to go around.”
The boy had no idea what to do, so he just sat there eating the man’s food on the
pantry floor.
“I have to go get cleaned up, I expect you’ll still be here.” When the old man returned he
found the child exploring the house looking at all the pictures on the walls. The old man told
stories to the child about every picture for the rest of the day. It was getting late, so the man
showed the child to the guest room.
The child ended up staying with the old man for weeks and they grew close. The old
man eventually adopted the child and treated him like he was his own son.
Years passed and the little child was now 17 years old. The old man was very ill and the
doctor told him he only had a few days left. The boy never left his “father’s” bedside.
“Look boy, everything here is going to be yours in a little bit, the house, everything
inside and all the money. Promise me you will remember who you are, better your education,
better yourself, I love you…”
The old man died hand in hand with the boy. The boy then thought of when his mom
died, how helpless and powerless and alone he was. Once again he had no one. He packed his
bags and left for school, like the old man wanted.
Years passed and he quickly made his way to the top of his class. He was a very smart
kid but he was driven by his need for power. He graduated at 20 years old, accomplishing what
takes some 6 to 7 years in 3. He returned to New York and started his new business with the
money he got from his father. The kid was so smart with investing and money that his business
quickly grew. Within three years he had the biggest business in all New York. He also got
married to the most beautiful woman he had ever met. They loved each other more than
anything in the world. All his employees loved him, because he was so fair to them. Society
loved him because he donated so much to schools, churches, and hospitals. He had all the
power in the world and he used it to better himself and the world.
Three years later his wife was diagnosed with cancer and she had to get surgery. The
doctors told the man that it was a simple surgery and everything would be fine. Unfortunately
that’s not what happened, none of the doctors weren’t exactly sure what happened, but she
passed away before anyone could help her. The young man was hit hard by the news. He had
the funeral a week later.
He went to work the day after the funeral. Many coworkers had tried to discourage him
from going in, and to just take some time off. He didn’t want to hear it and fired 3 people just
for caring about him. That day someone brought him his lunch, like they usually did but they
got the order wrong so he fired the one who brought it and all the cooks. He lost all his
investments and half of his staff and either been fired or quit because of how he was treating
them. The business no longer had enough employees or money to keep it running. The business
eventually had to file for bankruptcy. The schools, and hospitals weren’t receiving their normal
donations and had to raise their prices in order to keep themselves running and now hardly
anyone could receive an education or any medical attention they may have needed.
And now here was this young man staring out at what was once his kingdom. He exited
his building and headed to his old house, where he hasn’t been since his father died. He walked
for a long time until he finally reached the house. When he entered it was exactly the same. He
found a picture of him and the old man and remembered the old man’s final words and he
cried for ten minutes or so. He apologized to the old man and his wife for what he had done,
and promised he would better himself and do what’s right. He thought about when he was
young, when he had no power or money and realized that’s the only time he had freedom and
all he wanted was that freedom back, but he went the wrong way of trying to gain it back. He
then heard a loud pounding on the door. He wondered who it might be, because no one knew
he would be there. He answered the door and it was his old personal assistant, whom he had
fired.” James”, said the young man,” I’m so sorry for what happened. I really lost control of my
life.”
“ Yeah I’ll say”, replied James, “but being sorry isn’t gonna pay my family’s bills.” Then
James pulled a gun on his old boss and pulled the trigger. As the man fell to the ground, James
ran away. No help came for the man; no one cared after what he had done to their city. And
that was when the young man left his desire for power and gained freedom.
Federica Casamassima
Creative Writing 5B
One/Many
1/23/13
POWER
During this same time of the year last year, I decided to start my exchange program to come to
the USA for a whole school year. I had to convince my parents, explain what I was going to do to my
entire family and to my friends, fill out a hundred papers for the organization, get a visa from the US
Ambassador, do an interview with a psychiatrist, pass some English tests and get really good grades at
school.
In Italy we can pick our school. They are specialized and focused on different subjects and
students can choose the one they like better. I decided to go to the Classic High School where, besides
Math, Sciences, History, English and Art you can write a lot and focus more on the Italian literature and
study Latin and Greek. We study the ancient Romans and Greeks, their culture, their habits and their
language. In fact we translate from Latin and Greek to Italian. This can be really cool and an excellent
way to practice for your brain or a horrible nightmare. Without knowing it I picked one of the hardest
Classic schools in Rome. I had a really hard time studying those two subjects and I started hating them,
not because they were useless and boring, but because my teacher wanted us to know maniacally every
little particular of the language and translate every single day. I had to translate Latin and Greek and
study all the other subjects everyday for four or more hours, without having anytime for myself. But it
was fine. I knew that was really going to help me once in the university and I liked the other subjects a
lot. I was always curious and ready to learn more. I had great grades besides in the Latin written tests,
but I always caught up with the oral tests that are really easy for me since I talk a lot and I was
interested in what we were studying. When I started my exchange program I had to show my grades to
my organization and get the signatures of my teachers. As soon as I asked my Latin teacher to sign it, she
totally changed her personality. She started giving me really hard written tests that I couldn’t even
understand and even if I did great on the oral tests, she graded me really bad without giving me the
possibility to catch up. Everything happened in front of my classmates who told me they noticed how
unfair it was. My teacher told me she thought that going on an exchange year during high school was
stupid and that I didn’t need to and I could go during the university. She didn’t want me to leave, she
didn’t have any reason and any right feel that way, but she did. Sadly she had the power to ruin my
chances.
My parents and I were really angry about it, we felt weak in front of the power of the school and
we couldn’t do anything. Going on my exchange experience was my dream and I wanted to leave really
bad. I thought that she didn’t want me to go because she was worried about my education, so I started
to study harder and harder. I knew everything she assigned us and I paid for private Latin lessons to
learn how to translate better. But nothing changed and I realized that it wasn’t my fault but hers. It was
too late to change schools, the principal didn’t help us to face the problem, and we had already paid a
lot of money to the exchange organization that we could lose if I couldn’t go. My Latin teacher told me
that she wanted me to study the entire summer and come back at the end of August to do a Latin exam
to prove that I was able to study by myself. That meant that I was going to leave three weeks later that
the other exchange students and that I had to start at the American school two weeks later. I had to call
my coordinator, the lady who takes care of me during my program and she had to call the principal of
the American school and ask if I could arrive late.
I was really lucky, they allowed me to come late, so I studied during the summer. I did my Latin
exam (getting a great grade) and with all the stress on earth, I left three days later.
This was my experience with power: I felt weak, angry, stupid and sad, but at the end I was able
to face it and do what I really wanted to.
Miah Saunders
Creative Writing
Place
January 18, 2013
Power; noun
1. ability to do or act; capability of doing or accomplishing something. 3. great or
marked ability to do or act; strength; might; force.
I was a car, my feet were the wheels keeping me on the ground and moving forward,
my leg muscles was the engine extending and flexing to keep my feet moving, and I was sitting
in the driver’s seat using my motivational thoughts to press on the gas pedal. It was mile 25
and I could see the crowds of people along the sidewalks shape shifting from ants into child
sized people. Cries of victory could be heard echoing down the streets. The wind became the car
radio and I was following the notes straight to the finish line. I felt like a small child back in
elementary school playing follow the leader as each person followed the next through the finish
line.
I could see the people singing words of encouragement as I creeped closer and closer
to the bright yellow banner hanging over the street, but all I could hear was the drummer in
my chest and winds pushing me forward. I looked up, lifted my arms in pride, closed my eyes
and shouted for joy as I leaped over the yellow line. I had won my inner battle to complete
my goal and nothing could bring me down from my castle in the sky. 26 miles and 385 yards,
42.195 kilometers. I built up my strength and used all the power my body could hold and ran a
marathon, step by step, body power by will power.
4. the possession of control or command over others; authority; ascendancy: power over
men’s minds.
She was a cloth doll, her hair was made of yarn, her arms, legs, face, and trunk were
drawn on with permanent marker, nothing could erase the scars. He held her arms with hands
that felt like lobster claws. Flames of red grew hotter and hotter in his deep blue eyes as he
threw her at the wall. Her mouth was a sprinkler head, staining the carpet red. Black tears
of horror fell and mingled among the colors of red. She was helpless, lost in her love for a
man with no control. Her legs were ripped out from under her and she was dead weight being
dragged down the hallway. Piercing sounds of pain shot up and down her spinal cord as her body
went into shock. The sound of her skull cracking the tile resembled a bowling ball crashing into
its target.
He knew his ‘twin’ was gone when his fits relaxed and he realized what had been done.
The water turned pink and soap stung her eyes. He picked her up and wrapped her in a towel
with the touch of an angel. Her lifeless body was laid soft on the bed and he held her close as
salty drops of water prickled her head. The power of one differs from another. Let the powerful
control and you lose yourself. His wife was dead and his other personality misused its power,
but there was only one body to be blamed.
Conner Mitchell
Creative Writing 5B
Power
As a kid all I had to do was put on my Superman muscles, tie my cape on, and in that
moment, I was the most powerful person on planet Earth. I felt like I could do anything and
nobody could stop me. I could eat whatever snacks I wanted to; play with my G.I. Joe action
figures when I wanted to, and bedtime? This was just a time for my superpowers to charge again
for the next day’s adventures.
One day I was minding my own business just battling the evils of the world in my
costume, when all of a sudden the neighbor’s evil dog burst from the fence it was trapped in and
gave chase to me. Immediately I panicked and began to run for my life, this dog was like my
kryptonite and I was completely powerless against him. But not to worry, because I had an
escape, the fence! I ran as fast as I could and jumped up the fence and just as I thought I had
gotten away clean, the dog grabbed my cape in his mouth and was trying to pull me down!
Quickly, I untied my cape and rolled over the top of the fence and fell to what I thought was my
inevitable death.
What felt like hours later, I opened my eyes and looked down, what I saw caught me off
guard and caused me to scream out in surprise. Superman was bleeding! Not only was I bleeding,
but there was something covered in blood poking out through my arm. Not knowing what it was
I did the one thing every superhero would do. I ran to my mom. When I showed her what had
happened she began to freak out and said that my arm was broken. I had no clue what that meant,
all I knew is that my arm felt like it was going to explode from the pain.
We went to the hospital to take care of my arm. After we had returned from the hospital
and my arm had been put into a cast, I realized something, I wasn’t Superman, I didn’t have
super powers, and that dog had gotten the best of me.
The weeks following were completely miserable for me. My powers were taken from me
by some evil Godzilla dog that I feared more than anything. But four long weeks later, I was
back at it. Only this time I knew what I had to do. It was time to face my fear and beat the dog. I
put on my suit again, retied my cape, and went to the neighbor’s fence. I hopped in and the dog
made eye contact almost immediately. We stared each other down for what seemed like hours. I
decided to make the first move and took a step forward. The split second I did this the dog began
sprinting towards me; I knew I had to stand my ground. When the dog was almost upon me, he
stopped. I couldn’t believe it. I had stood my ground against this evil.
After this encounter I realized that the dog wasn’t really evil, and was actually very nice.
I played with him almost every day until I moved. I also knew that my power was never really
gone, I had just lost my way as many superheroes do in their journey of becoming the greatest
superhero ever, and that is exactly what I consider myself to be.
Devan Webb
Creative Writing 5B
One/Many
1/23/13
POwEr
There are a lot of keys in life; some which open doors that lead to other directions,
some that are used more than others. One of the biggest keys in life is power; power is just as
important as any other key in life. Power is the reason why people are successful, power is the
reason why you listen to your parents and teachers. Power is the reason why you tug and pull
in relationships, trying to maintain and keep it rather than giving it away.
Ask yourself how much power you have. Are you a teenager who gives away your power
to others instantly just to make friends? Are you a parent who’s constantly struggling with the
battle of power with your kid? Some of us have more power than others, and some of us are
okay without having any power at all. Every person has a different set amount of power in them
made from confidence, intelligence, fame or fortune.
My favorite part of watching people give away all of their power is in the attempt to find
a boyfriend or girlfriend. Trying to see if someone likes you by giving away power is more
common than a dog chasing a cat. It’s funny how someone can think they like someone or have
a crush, when all they know about the person is what the person wants the other to know, or
what the other person looks like.
Put yourself in a situation where you’re trying to be in a relationship with someone you
want. You start off texting them, seeing how long it takes for them to text back, trying not to be
too careless of what you’re saying. You can sit there for minutes trying to figure out the perfect
thing to say, trying to figure out if they’re just as interested as you are. At some point your
patience runs out and you have to know the answer, you have to know if there’s going to be a
chance at love. So you give, you give away your power hoping that they’re not some heart-
smasher. You tell them how you feel, you let everything out. That feeling you get when you tell
them everything all mixed up with fear, regret, shame, doubt. Yeah that’s what giving away all
your power feels like.
It’s the same basic process in any type of relationship. There’s power in friendship,
relationships with girls or boys, relationship with teammates, the list goes on. I believe the key
to power is trust, meaning you should never give any power to someone you don’t trust,
because once you give someone to much, they can destroy you with it. Which is mostly why
trust takes a long time to develop.
Kennedy Eagan
Creative Writing 1B
One/ Many
1/20/13
“Joel Sandoval was caught again disguised as a perfect suburban husband and fooled
another family in California out of fifteen million dollars. His addiction to selling and using
heroin just keeps on climbing. Police have yet to find this man so be on the lookout for a tall,
dark, blue eyed man who last went by the name of Derrick. This is channel two news recording
live on the Joel Sandoval case we will be back right after these messages.”
I turned the television off and called my friend Shiela.
“I just left the house, I am on my way now,” said Jenny.
“Okay I will see you at Wingers in a few,” Shiela replied
They hung up the phone and met at Café 440 on Rodeo Dr. When they got seated Jenny
couldn’t help but tell Shiela about how she missed her ex boyfriend and it made her feel very
lonely since her boyfriend broke up with her a year before and that she wanted a boyfriend. She
considered opening an EHarmony account, she had recently seen a commercial for it and was
very interested. Shiela thought that was a great idea so finished up there lunch and headed back
to her house and they opened an account. Within minutes they had a hit! His name was Kason
they went to his profile to check him out. Jenny was impressed with him and thought she should
message him, but Shiela figured she could do better but she did it anyways. Shiela got onto the
account and started following a bunch of random, hot, single guys in the area and she found
someone that looked perfect, his name was Brandon.
The next day Kason responded, he wanted to meet up with Jenny. She agreed so they
planned a date to meet at Starbucks the next day. She told Shiela and the next morning she drove
to Jenny’s house to help get her ready for her first online meeting. They went to Starbucks and
on the way over Jenny was ecstatic because she wanted to see if she really liked this guy, Shiela
on the other hand was not paying attention because she was so excited to show Jenny this new
guy Brandon. After coffee Jenny got back in the car and Shiela told her that she had found a new
guy and that she had already set up a date for that night at eight. She needed to meet him at
White, because it was the nicest restaurant in town. Jenny was so excited and couldn’t wait to go
out that night.
Seven o’clock rolled around and Jenny’s best friend showed up to help her get ready.
They talked about how excited she was but also how scared she was to go out with another
stranger because she remembered the story she had seen a couple days before on channel two
news. Shiela calmed her down and said everything would be fine and that she was almost late
and needed to be on her way. By seven thirty she was ready to go and getting more anxious to
leave. She hopped into her black Bentley and dashed off to White.
She had a blast at dinner; Brandon was so much fun and so perfect for her. That night he
called her to ask her if she was okay and if she was home safe. She thought it was so sweet, they
got talking and made plans to meet up the next day because they had so much fun together. For
the rest of that week they spent as much time as they could together, he always seemed so
concerned about everything and where she was going. Jenny thought it was cute that he cared so
much and that he was the perfect man. At the end of the week she was getting so busy from
missing so much work and had to go back. Brandon called her that day and asked if they could
go out to the club that night, she explained to him that she wished she could but she was so busy
with work and that she would have to catch him another time. Brandon got so mad and started
yelling at her asking if she even liked him and he started throwing a fit because he thought she
was lying to him. He started yelling at her calling her names, she could hear him throwing things
getting really upset, and he then hung up on her. He got out his heroin and shot some up, he was
aggravated and stormed to her office to see if her car was really parked there or if she was lying
to him. He waited for her to get into her car and followed her to make sure she really did go
home that night, and that she was alone.
That night he called her up and was acting very strange. She asked him if everything was
alright, but since he was on drugs of course he wasn’t, he was acting delusional and saying really
aggressive things and threatened to kill himself so she rushed to his house just so he didn’t
commit suicide. When she got there, he answered the door but wouldn’t open it all the way. She
had to slip into his house and he slammed it behind her. She was getting really worried and
started to panic. He told her to have a seat, she glanced at the couch and it was a mess, stains and
dirt all over it, but she didn’t want to be rude so she sat anyways. He offered her a drink and she
accepted.
“Water please,” Jenny replied.
He waltzed into the kitchen and got her water, while he was gone she looked around the
house and saw a bunch of needles and other things. When he came back, she asked him if he
took any substances he shouldn’t be taking, he got really angry and pinned her to the couch and
said, “Don’t you ever accuse me of doing drugs ever again.” She didn’t notice but at that time he
slipped his hand into her purse and took out her wallet. The door bell rang and someone yelled
out the name Joel. He jumped off of her, tossed the wallet under a pillow and looked out the
window to see who it was. He went into the kitchen, got a baggy of something, opened the door
and handed it to him while also taking something from him. No words were exchanged. He
closed the door and turned to face Jenny. She had a terrified look on her face and didn’t say a
word. He told her that she needed to go and Jenny dashed out of his apartment and ran to her car.
On the way home she called her best friend Shiela and explained to her what she had seen
about how she thinks that he was a drug addict and a dealer and they were both freaking out
because they thought he was the perfect guy. Jenny told Shiela she was on her way to her house
and to come over. They both pulled up to the house at the same time they ran inside and locked
the doors freaking out that he might have followed her home. Jenny reached into her bag to get
her cell phone and realized her wallet was missing. Shiela googled Brandon and nothing came up
and while she was doing that Jenny pulled up her bank accounts to make sure everything was
still there. In the last twenty minutes, all of her accounts were cleared out and everything was
gone. While she was staring, stunned at the computer screen, Shiela turned the tv on and on the
screen was Brandon, only they said his name was Joel Sandoval. Everything all started coming
back to Jenny and she realized the person she had been seeing was really a crook.
She hurried and called the police and was hysterical, she explained to them everything
that had happened about how she met the guy and about the drugs she had seen and that all her
bank account were cleared out. She hung up the phone and in about five minutes an officer was
knocking at her door to make sure her and her friend were okay. Another cop car drove to Joel’s
place and arrested him on the spot. He is now serving life in prison and will not have the power
to control another woman ever again.
Sam Christensen
Creative Writing 5B
1/18/13
One/Many
Victor’s Power
Power: great or marked ability to do or act; strength; might; force. Who knew that something so
intangible as power could have such an effect on how some people get to live their lives? People with
power control those who are underneath them and those who get in the way of such power sometimes
end up hurt very badly or even worse, killed. The amount of power someone can possess is determined
by multiple things that range from tangible to intangible. “There is power in numbers,” is a true
statement that illustrates how people want more power.
In the big city of Los Angeles, California lived a man by the name of Victor Gallanari. Victor was a
notorious thug that had much of Los Angeles’s drug and gang related population under his power. Victor
was a respected man because of how and where came from. Victor worked hard every day from the
young age of twelve when he was introduced to the gang life. Victor had no fear and always kept his end
of the deal, no matter how big or small the task, he got it done. He slowly but surely started to gain
more power within the gang and it fueled his fire.
Victor was a power hungry mad man and worked did whatever it took to get recognized, even if
it involved taking the life of an innocent person. Soon Victor was in charge of blocks then communities,
then districts, and then finally when he saw his chance for the top, he took it. Victor had done it; he had
become the greatest and most feared thug in the Los Angeles area. Because he was at the top he gained
many followers and many workers underneath him, which gave him a lot of power. Victor made
countless amounts of money and had the girl of his dreams right beside him in their mansion
overlooking the Los Angeles area.
After 30 years at the top Victor became old and the effects of his smoking and drinking lifestyle
made his body age faster than his mind. Victor soon started to see changes in the way his gang was
being run and he didn’t like it one bit. Some new blood had worked its way up the chain and threatened
the position Victor was in. Victor was too old to battle this young fresh thug, and was slowly starting to
lose his power. The loyalty of his fellow members started to decrease which meant his numbers were
going down. Numbers don’t lie and when the new thug had more followers than Victor it was only a
matter of time before Victor was either killed or had to move into hiding. With a decrease in power,
Victor also saw a decrease in the things he loved most, like his wife who eventually left him completely
because he wasn’t a big shot anymore.
After realizing what had happened to his life Victor gave up all power and worked
underneath his old position. Victor had lost everything he knew and loved. His power, wealth, family,
and security were gone. Once Victor lost his power, he lost everything, which is exactly the kind of force
power has. Power: great or marked ability to do or act; strength; might; force.
Noel Grantham
Creative Writing
01-18-13
5B
Dear Brother of Mine
When someone asks me, “How many brothers and sisters do you have?” I normally respond
with saying that I have two younger sisters. What I normally don’t bring up is that I have a half brother
somewhere in the Unites States of America.
I met him when I was only about four of five years old at my great-grandma’s house in
California. I don’t remember him at all whatsoever. I really don’t like the fact that I don’t remember my
own brother.
About two yers ago I was on Facebook, looking around for fun. Then all of a sudden my Dad’s
former girlfriend came up on my friends list. I suddenly had th urge to look for my brother, Nathan, on
Facebook. I had found him and sent him a friend request. So many things were going through my head;
will he remember me? Will he even accept my friend request? I didn’t know but I was excited and scared
at the same time.
I would constantly check Facebook to see if he had accepted it yet, and he didn’t. It hurt
because I would see him updating his status, commenting on my families stuff, and just being online. I
let the whole thing go and eventually forgot about it.
About two months later, I had gotten out my last period class and started heading to the gym
locker for basketball practice. I was getting changed when my phone rang. I knew it was an email by the
sound of the ringtone. After getting changed, I looked at the email and it was an email from Facebook
with an unread notification. I opened the email and it was from my brother. He had accepted my friend
request and wrote on my wall. I was scared , nervous, and excited all at the same time because of the
post he had written on my wall. I was almost in tears when I read it. He had wrote “Hi. I don’t really
know how to go about this, but you’re my sister and I’m your brother. I know we’ve met a couple of
times and you probably don’t remember, but I do. I really want to get to know you and our other sisters.
I love you.”
I was in shock. I messaged him and we talked for a while. We talked about how he was going
into the National Guard and he asked about my plans for the future. One day I had found out that my
Grandma, my Dad’s mom, weas coming out to visit us. Nathan had beein living with my Grandma and I
wondered if he was coming down too. I messaged him on Facebook and we talked like we always did
and then I asked if he was coming down to see us and his Dad. He never messaged me back, and ever
since then we haven’t spoken.
I knew the familt history with Nathan, considering he’s my dad’s son and I had asked about him
when I was told about him. From my Dad’s side of the story is that Lisa had gotten pregnant at a young
age. Lisa’s mom was incredibley angry at the fact that this happened. So mad that Lisa’s mom refused to
let my Dad see Lisa.
Even though my dad was becoming a father at such a young age, he knew he loved Lisa. My Dad
asked Lisa to marry him and Lisa refused. Ever since then their relationsuopship went downhill. My dad
moved on and found my mom and they had moved to California, leaving Lisa in Texas. Lisa eventually
found out that my dad had met another woman and then all of a sudden Lisa wanted to get married to
my Dad, now.
My dad didn’t want anything to do with Lisa until Nathan was born. Lisa ended up keeping
Nathan from my Dad because my Dad refused to marry her. She never wanted to get back with my Dad,
she just wanted child support. Lisa told Nathan that our family wanted nothing to do with him, which
wasn’t true. As Nathan grew older he had gotten into some trouble and from the last I have heard he
was trying to get his life together.
The moral of the story is that Lisa, as a mother, had so much power over Nathan that she
completely brainwashed him into thinking that he wasn’t loved by anyone but him mom. Now I’m trying
to get back in touch with him over Facebook, because that’s the only way I can get a hold of him. I wish I
had more power as his sister.
Mothers have a ton of power over their children. If mothers raise their children right, everyone
will be happy and the kids will turn out to be wonderful people in life. In this case, Lisa had brought up
Nathan without a father figure and told him things that weren’t true. This all lead Nathan to get into
drugs and alcohol and make terrible decisions in life. He went to rehab for his addictions and he is now
going to school to be a Vet Tech.
Ryleigh Bakker
Creative Writing 5B
One/Many
January 18, 2013
Powerless
Sitting on her bed with headphones in her ears,
To anyone else, it would be normal,
To her, it was escape
It was feeling.
It didn’t seem like that long ago she was smiling,
She was genuine and kind,
But time,
Is a funny thing.
Her life was ruled by monotony,
Sleep, wake up, survive,
Repeat,
Repeat.
It wasn’t going to change, at least not soon,
And for that,
She laid her head back
as the tears fell.
Sarah Ball
Power can be wanted by many people
Some will do everything to get power
Everything to the point of the steeple
Or to the very top of the bell tower
Sometimes power can be misunderstood
When you’re in the dark you can use power
But power can also be used for good
A leader with power can empower
Some people use power in a bad way
Men with power can be very sour
Women with men that have power can’t stay
Leaders with power control the hour
So, if you get anything out of this,
Use power for good and you won’t be missed
Shae Jolley
The Boss
Sitting in a small cubical, with papers flying over my head. Trying to concentrate on my work in
front of me thinking that if I don’t get this article written I will be fired. When through the chaos of the
reporting world of I hear the deep, steady, even footsteps that sound so haunting of the editor coming
down the hall. My heart quickens as my fingers move faster.
“Do you have that article done?” comes the frightening voice that I was dreading.
“Almost sir, just a few more things than I will have it ready to go.” I say trying to sound more
confident than I am.
“I was expecting that paper on my desk two hours ago. Now I was being nice and letting it slide,
because of what happened to your family, but this is unacceptable. If I don’t have it in my hands in ten
minutes you are fired.” Turning away from the cubical he storms down the hallway while everyone
slides off to the side trying not to turn into the next victim of the rage.
Ten minutes, that all I have? There is no way that I can be done with this article in ten minutes.
As I take in deep breathes trying to calm myself my eyes catch the picture hanging up of my family.
Could it already have been a year? Not aware of the time passing I look at the clock to see how much
time I have, when I hear those familiar footsteps coming back my way.
“I don’t have the article, and I am sorry to say that I need you to clear out your office.” I hear the
deep voice say to me in a sympathetic but angry voice.
I pack up the few things that I had in my office in a small box. The drive home was a shorter one
than I remember wondering how I am going to keep up the rent on the apartment that I am living in.
Copeland Larsen
Period 5(B)
Creative Writing
One theme/Many writers
The Power of Choice
When most people think about power, thoughts of the large mega corporation stepping on
a small business could come to mind, or possibly thoughts of an abusive lover or family member
destroying the innocence of world. When I think about power the first subject that appears in my
mind is the power of choice. From that I look into the consequences that come from a choice, if
the amount of choice we have and if that is too much, and the illusion of choice in modern
society. Living in the United States we are almost always surrounded by choice. From the color
of car we want, to the religion we choose to believe in, our choices reflect who we are as people,
who we are culturally, and who we are as a species. What are the effects of our actions?
When I was a child, my mother would scold me when I did wrong. Yet when I continued
to make trouble my mom would just let me go free, until I got hurt, then she would pick me up,
give me a kiss, and tell me, “Now you know not to do that.” Since I was little I have always
known that there would be consequences to my actions. Yet there where many times were I
would still rush into something blindly, never considering the outcome. These choices never
ended up without regrets. But, when I thought about the consequences of my actions, the choice
became clear. Many people today don’t look ahead to the consequences of their actions, if our
most recent recession is any evidence. When a person walks across a street does he not look for
signals of safety first? Said person could be hit by a car if they were not careful. If we as humans
thought about the consequences to our actions more often, than many of the problems plaguing
us today would be non-existent. But in an ever changing world, is the amount of choice we have
to varied?
Anytime I take a trip to Las Vegas, someone always suggests that we go to one of the
shopping malls Vegas are known for. These mega-monstrosities hold every type of store
imaginable, from Hawaiian clothing stores to rare book collectors; the mall is the modern version
of a merchant’s market. There are so many choices to fit my fancy that I never get around to
finding something that I need. Herein lies the problem; with so much choice around us, how do
we know that our choices are really going to satisfy us? We live in a world where choice is in our
face 24/7; every single miniscule decision is advertised so much that our minds, bombarded with
endless information, turn to mush. Choice brings the key to our worldly vices, and therefore
choice should be held to the same standard of moderation that we hold the rest of our daily lives,
right?
Choice, like any subject, is endless in bounds, yet we as a society make a big fuss about
choice. Everything we do in life is seemingly recorded so as to put the full front of our emotion
in each decision. Yet whenever I have made a decision about most anything, I feel that since I
made the decision that said product or service should meet my high expectations. I am usually
somewhat disappointed or regretful of my choices because of the responsibility I held in the
making of said decision. Should we as humans be responsible for so many choices, or should we
put our fate in the hands of a higher power?
Growing up in Utah I have learned quite a few different beliefs held by the Latter Day
Saint faith, one of these is the power of free agency, or the power to do what you want but that
your actions lead to the consequences that follow. Yet I find that many LDS people are very
restricted, living with an illusion of power that is not exactly there. I always hear stories from my
friends about how their parents or superiors are pushing them towards the same goal of being a
missionary, or how they can’t see the latest movie because it’s rated R. Now I didn’t exactly
grow up outside the church, but I have always felt that (at least in my experiences with the
church) that even though the church preaches enlightenment there is this sort of hive mind
cultivated into the culture of the church, that even though you are your own person, the thoughts
of one person matters more than your own. I, at times have come at odds with myself when it
comes to the subject of this illusion of freedom, but I felt that the point needed to be discussed
here more than anywhere else.
From all this thought I find myself at a crossroads, questions that stem from other
questions, although it’s probably human nature. Do the consequences of our choices really
matter? Are we, in some way more or less responsible for our choices with the amount available
to us? Is there only an illusion of choice propagated by our society? Or are the choices we make
truly and genuinely ours? In life the choices we make are so often scrutinized that we as people
must make a stand for ourselves by limiting ourselves, to take less time with the small stuff and
focus on the things that really matter in life, to do something that makes a real lasting impression
of usefulness on ourselves and the world around us.
Marchelle Lundquist
Creative Writing, 5B
One/Many
1/23/13
War
It is a complicated, complex thing.
I would know.
I came here from fear
of a white
feather
Given to cowards
And granted by those who have no idea
What it means to be
scared,
frightened
And powerless; after given power to kill.
We were told it was our duty.
We owed it to the country
Because it gave us all we had.
But when I dig my knees into the ground
And look at that battered
and disfigured flag,
I wonder:
Why are
those with the real power
not here
with their knees in the ground
Fighting
Their war?
Lynsee Loperena
Creative writing
One/many
1/20/13 My First Job
Getting your first job can be very scary and exciting at the same time. In October of 2012, I was
hired at a retail store making this my very first job. I showed up to work my first day unsure of what to
expect but really excited to be making my own money. The first day went well, I met the team members
and was introduced to what I would be doing daily. Everything seemed good, I mean it was a job, what
more could I expect. By the end of the week I knew my schedule and would be working about two times
a week for five hours each shift.
When I got to the second week I started working with different co- workers. They all seemed
pretty cool except for one in particular. When I was out on the floor working, I could tell she was always
watching me and it felt like she was always waiting for me to make a mistake. When I was told that she
would be training me, I wasn’t too happy because I could tell she already had something against me. She
liked having power over me and some of the other girls because she was older than most of us. As she
started monitoring me while I worked the cash register, it felt like I was being criticized for every little
thing I did. The last time I checked, I thought the people training you were supposed to be nice and
helpful but, no not her.
What kind of sucked was I found out I was the only one in high school, everyone else was
graduated or at least in college. Since I was the youngest, I think it was easier for some of the workers to
take advantage of me, especially the one training me. After about a month of this job I was done. I
dreaded going to work and it was starting to affect my grades because of the hours and getting home so
late. I finally called my boss and told her it wasn’t working out for me and that I would be putting my
two weeks in. A few days later I got a phone call during lunch. My boss had called to tell me they had
found someone to take my spot and that I wouldn’t need to come in again. I was so happy and relieved I
didn’t have to go back.
I’ve come to realize that this job has taught me a lesson. The lesson is that I will hopefully not
ever have to work at a retail store again and to make sure my hours will be able to work around my high
school schedule. But the main factor is that I went out on my own tried something new and didn’t like it.
I’m going to have other jobs in the future that I may not like, but I will just have to work through them.
My first job can help me understand that there are people that like to have power and control over
everyone else but you just have to learn how to handle them.
Bree Nyberg
January 14, 2013
Neville7B
Sonnet
The Curse Of Power
To have power is to have all control.
Power is a harmful state of mind.
Living this way can really take its toll.
When you have power, it’s hard to be kind.
Power is a negative way of life.
Families are often left in pieces.
The ones you love can’t help but be in strife;
You can’t stop and just go out to recess.
Sometimes people act like they are just fine;
They blow it off like it’s not a big deal.
But the truth is, they are sad all the time.
Try their best to hide how they really feel.
Power in moderation is okay;
A special person can know the right way.