Goodbye Homecoming Number One!

Well Homecoming Week has finally come to a close; why such a negative attitude about such a fun week you may ask? The answer to that my dear friend, is that "one man's fun is another's hell." All of that pomp and circumstance that goes on over those seven long days is put together by yours truly, along with the PHS Student Senate of course. And never before, has more time been spent in Mrs. Fogerty's room, running in and out of her room in-between classes is not necessarily one of the most desirable things one can do, but none the less a job needed to get done and I was ready to do. Even though I did have the flu on Tuesday and felt like the living dead the whole week, I stood up proudly to the challenge. And in all reality I did have a nice time at the dance, that is when I wasn't sitting in the hallway on the floor exhausted talking to one of my sisters friends, yeah I'd say I had a pretty nice time. Well, one Homecoming down, and three more to go!

Goodbye

It seems like only yesterday we were walking into eighth grade telling our summer tails and wishing that we could have had one more week of break. But now it's all over we are freshman, we're one step closer to becoming adults and our paths are starting to become more distinct. As I walked down the hallway for the last time my throat choked up as the year flashed in front of my eyes. Goodbye Asa Clark Middle School, I will always remember you.

Six Flags Great America

It may have rained, it may have been cold, but boy was it fun. As soon as I jumped off the bus and ran into the park I had been over whelmed with excitement and anticipation; where to go first? Personally I had to work my way up, so I started with the Dark Knight, it was a little disappointing but not bad for an indoor ride. Then came the big rides, Superman and Batman. First it was Superman, needless to say I was freaked out, it was my first time going on a coaster of that caliber. But boy was it worth it as we laid on our stomachs plunging into the giant loop and accelerating into the twisting turning curves of the Superman. Then finally it was time to challenge Batman. As I impatiently waited to jump on to the first yellow and purple bat, I skimmed the rollercoaster with my team, Bailey, Becky, Leah, and me. As soon as we had reached the top of the ride and started the twisting turning journey we were like five year olds on Christmas morning yelling and screaming as we flipped upside down and dove down towards the ground; in total, I rode the Bat fifteen times. No matter how cold or wet it may have been, yesterday is a day I'll always remember.

The Reagan Diaries

The Reagan Diaries, a book that tells you who the man truly was, not a biography written by some journalist, no, it’s a real first hand recollection. Although I am only through President Reagan's first year in office, it is self evident that Ronald Reagan was not just a politician, he was a true leader and a good man. As he tells you of his many tails in office you see how he loved this country and its people. You also got to take a look at his sense of humor. My favorite part of the book so far has been the day when Reagan got shot and wrote, "Getting shot hurts." Well I would have never guessed. This book truly does make you feel like you know the man, I can't wait to get started in his second year in office.

Memorial Day Weekend

Memorial Day Weekend, cookouts, parades, swimming, and much more. Four days of fun away from school. It all started for me with something anything but fun, yard work, only second to allergies on my long list of things I hate. Four hours of pulling weeds and planting flowers in the hot sun. Not thank you, I'll take the cookouts and swimming. But not to worry, I got to the cookouts, swimming, and parades later.

Kevin Gardner, Attorney at Law

Hi guys, this story just popped into my head and I had to write it down, I know it's not complete and I promise that I'll have the next part posted soon, but for now I'd love to hear what you think. Here it is:

There are two kinds of people in this world who know the law, civil servants and lawyers; me, I'm the kind that pays better. So who am I? The name's Gardner, Kevin Gardner to be exact, I'm a partner at the firm, Genske Cromwell and Gardner, one of the most prestigious law firms in the state of Illinois and numero uno in the Windy City. I'm not the kind of lawyer who sits around all day trying to think of how to get my client off the hook for murder one, no way man, you couldn't pay me enough to get my hands dirty in criminal defense. I'm the kind of attorney who works with civil and divorce suits, and I know that side of the law like the back of my hand; I can twist the law around with the drop of a hat to make it point in my clients direction no problem, that's what you get with a J.D. from the University of Chicago. Anyways, two days ago I was approached by one of the most effluent men in Chicago, William Lockhart…

Continuous Effort

I woke up this morning not wanting to get up out of my soft comfy bed to go to school; as the day dragged on, I dragged with it. I didn’t really wake up until resource when I was overwhelmed by my friends congratulating me on winning the election, at that moment I started to think about how what we do today can greatly impact what we do and who we are tomorrow. We all have the potential and the ability to succeed; who we are may be predetermined, but at the end of the day what it all comes down to is where we are and how we got there, as Winston Churchill once said, " Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential."

Career Days

Career Days, two days away from the stress of school, away from all the tedious work, away from life. Two days to take a look into your future, and to see what career field suits you. For some it was more exciting than others, but none the less we all had our favorites. For me it was the Milwaukee Marriott West; they're sense of elegance is unique as you walk into the lobby and see the oak paneled front desk and the clocks from all the different cities, it gives you a sense of the high standards of this magnificent hotel. The general manager was interesting and entertaining as he promptly offered us soda and handed out candy as soon as we had arrived at the lovely hotel. It was an entertaining two days and a great brake from stress of everyday life.

A Scene From The Battle of Hampton Roads

It was the morning of March 9, 1862, a day that would forever change naval warfare as it was known to mankind; I was lying in my bunk as I thought about the events that had lead up to what was about to happen. Just the day before the ironclad ship, CSS Merrimac, had engaged in two Union ships, the USS Congress and USS Cumberland; the result was devastating, both Union ships were blown apart while the Confederate ironclad had taken no damage. But now it was our turn, as we sailed around the bend into Hampton Roads on board the USS Monitor, the Union’s first ironclad, we were going to show the impeccable rednecks what the United Stated Navy was capable of.

You Gotta Love the Arizona Sun

As we drove into my grandma’s drive way and stepped out of the car I thought to myself, you gotta love the Arizona sun; whenever you are touched by its golden rays, you feel the stress run from your body and you are in a sense of peace where nothing bad can happen. And that was just the case for the rest of my vacation as the sun shined down on us every day. It made spring break that much better, as I swam in the crisp blue water of the pool, and walked down the lush green fairways of the golf course with the sun warming the state.

Welcome To Arizona

Spring Break…arguably one of the best parts of second semester; no matter where you went, you had some time away from the stress of everyday life. For me the destination was Arizona. It all started on Friday, April 10th, it was 6:30am and I found myself in General Mitchell International Airport waiting at gate 33 for my 7:00 flight to Phoenix. The fun soon began after we touched down at Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport and I stepped out of the jet and was immediately over taken by the warmth and Arizona sun.

Navy SEAL

My first day of SEAL training had gone great, I ran 8 miles, swam two miles, and pulled off a few hundred 9mm rounds at the range. It wasn’t until later that night, or morning rather, that the hell that SEAL training is known best for started.

I was sound asleep when all the lights were turned on and Commander Taylor’s booming voice came out of nowhere. “Everybody up, it’s time to learn how to be a Navy SEAL,” he ordered.

“Are you crazy? It’s four o’clock in the morning!” I moaned.

“Are you crazy? It’s four o’clock in the morning!, Sir. Ensign I am your superior officer and you will address me with military courtesy. Clear?” he replied.

“Yes sir.”

“Now get your men assembled in full gear on the beach,” Commander Taylor ordered.

“Aye, aye sir,” I stately replied.

Five minutes later we were assembled on the beach and the commander started his speech. “Over the next month I am going to undo what God has so horrible messed up, I am going to turn you miserable sailors into the best damn warriors that this country has ever seen. And I will not rest until I have succeeded. Clear?”

“Explicitly sir,” we all shouted in reply.

Talk about an honest officer, it’s two days until graduation and Commander Taylor has brought us to hell and back. But boy is he a fine officer, he has turned a group of boys just out of colleges into the best of the best, Navy SEALs. Tomorrow is the last test, a live fire operation where we have to rescue a hostage. Commander Taylor says we’re ready and if he says it, I believe it.

April 29th, 3am: the operation has started and everything is running smooth; however I somehow doubt that it will stay that way. Suddenly a burst of machine gun fire has us pinned down. But we were ready, our training promptly took over and we took out the machine gun got the hostage and got out of there.

As soon as we got back to base Commander Taylor was standing there with a grin on his face, we all were going to graduate and not one of us had rang the bell. The next morning we had our graduation and Commander Taylor gave one last lecture.

“ Today you are all Navy SEALs, you are the best of the best and I do not hesitate to say that when all else fail, you will succeed. I’m damn proud of all of you and I will say that I am a better person for having the honor to lead you into battle for the first time. Give ‘em hell, boys.”

A Scene From Air Force One

As I walked up to the stairs to the upper deck, I saw one of our agents posted outside the cockpit. Never in history had an agent guarded the cockpit before that flight. When I reached the door to the cockpit, the agent let me in and locked the door behind me. Colonel Tillman glanced back and asked, "What can I do for you Kevin?"

"The president wants me to find out our itinerary," I replied.

"As of now we are just going to fly around until we get more news; we are headed toward Tennessee for now--," Colonel Tillman was interrupted mid sentence by Air Traffic Control with news no one wanted to hear.

"Air Force One Air Force One come in, this is ATC"


"This is Air Force One go ahead ATC," Colonel Tillman quickly replied.

"We have an unidentified jet heading toward you, we are trying to raise them on the radio but they aren't answering."

"Roger that ATC, we're turning around, notify us with any updates," Colonel Tillman replied.

"Will do sir, ATC out."

"Kevin, tell the president that we're heading for the Gulf where the fighters can protect us, we'll wait there until the skies are clear," stated the Colonel.

"Yes sir," I replied as I turned around and ran down the stairs to the president’s office. I ran into the president’s office and the president looked up at me and asked, “Kevin what’s wrong, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“Sir, we’re being followed by an unidentified commercial airliner,” I replied.

“Has it been hijacked?” he asked.

“We don’t know sir, they’re not responding to ATC, they’re going to try to reach the airliner on an emergency frequency,” I replied.

“Go back up to the cockpit and keep me posted Kevin,” the president ordered.

Godfather Death

A deal is a deal, someone helps you and you do something for them in return, easy. Not always... sometimes a deal isn’t what it seems, especially when you’re dealing with death. In “Godfather Death” by Jakob and Wilhelm Grimm this is very much the case as a poor man deals with Death to get his newborn son a godfather. Death doesn’t discriminate and may seem fair, but he can be as evil as the devil, he will only keep you alive as long as he sees necessary, and you never know what will come next.

Grimm’s fabulous story would be nothing if not for its plotline in reference to the ironic mode of literature. A chaotic world is obvious as the poor man searches for a godfather; not the Lord God, not the Devil, but Death, yes, someone who he believes to be fair. But wait the boy will soon be seen struggling as Death makes him a deal: the boy will become a doctor and get a herb that can cure all diseases, but whenever Death is seen at the feet of a patient, he must die no matter who it is or Death will come to our dear boy.

All is well as our boy takes his burden and saves those who will live and leaves those who must die; until he finds the king on his table, with Death at his feet. Our poor boy suddenly found himself struggling for life as he second guesses his mission and thought, “If I cheat Death this onetime he will be angry, but since I am his godson, he will turn a blind eye.”(pg.11). And turn a blind eye death did as he spared our boy, but he warned him never to cross him again. But cross him our boy did as he saved the king’s daughter came onto the boy’s table with Death at her feet. A horrible mistake indeed as Death showed no mercy as he knocked down our boy’s candle
and as the flame went out so did the life in our dear boy, ending the story on death.

After looking at the mode, you have to look at the very small details that make up the few symbols in the story. We will first look at the king’s daughter, why would he save her if our dear boy knew that his life lay in his decision? The answer lays in what drives all men, greed; if he saved the princess he would undoubtedly be rewarded with a vast sum of money. Also he may have ended up marrying the princess and becoming king where he would have everything that he could possibly imagine. But by taking that temptation he found himself in a room full of candles lit with a glowing flame. An obvious symbol of how long to live, a representation of a clock winding down to your last sunrise.

Dealing with Death may seem wise due to his fairness and lack of discrimination, however with the fairness of Death comes the question of what its next move will be and who he will take next. Deals can be murder if every aspect is not carefully examined as we saw throughout “Godfather Death” as our boy struggled for life and then fell to his sticky death; let this be an example to you as your life progresses and you find yourself in the same sticky situation.

Reason Free From Passion

“’The law is reason free from passion,’ or so says Aristotle,” she said. “During the next three years I am going to teach you everything from the most extreme elements of litigation to the simplest methods of legal contracts; and while I do so, I want you to prove Aristotle wrong,” my professor paused and seemed to look straight at me, “I want you to put the most passion you possible can into the study of law and when you leave Harvard, I want you to practice a passion filled law.”

I remembered it as though it were yesterday, as I sat in the conference room; my first day of law school had been one of the most memorable days of my life. My life as a litigator was changed from the moment my professor spoke those unforgettable words. I had always taken my morals and self preservation above anything else, until now.

“This job could change your life forever,” they told me. I couldn’t stop to object as I thought of what my life could be like: a big house on the north shore, a few Mercedes parked in the garage, expensive Italian clothes, and a country club for relaxing.

I suddenly thought of my early case as a prosecutor for the Chicago DA’s office. I had to put away a man accused of premeditated murder; as I sat in that Illinois court room listening to the defense plead insanity before the grand jury, I looked into his eyes and saw the sanity and thought that there wasn’t enough money in the world to get me to represent that cold blooded killer. Next I was sitting in the office of one of the most reputable attorneys in the state as he tried to negotiate a plea bargain for a man charged with fraud who had ruined the life of an innocent old lady; my second chair did most of the talking because I was so disgusted by what the man had done.

“Are you with us?” I heard someone ask.

“Oh, yes; umm I don’t know how to put this but… I just can’t take this job.”

“What??? This could change your life forever.”
“Trust me, I know; I just can’t do this.”

“So what then?”

“You know what they say, as one door closes, another opens.” As I said that I got out of my seat and walked out the open door and thought to myself, Reason free from passion.

Yeah right Aristotle.

"The Masque of the Red Death"

Imagine a party with a thousand people all dressed in costumes, an orchestra playing in the background, everyone dancing with laughter, it’s a grand masquerade. But all through the night you cannot help to think that something isn’t right, something or someone is out of place. This is the case exactly in “The Masque of the Red Death”, by Edgar Allen Poe, as Prince Prospero gathers 1,000 of his subjects and attempts to escape the dreaded Red Death. Poe’s magnificent placement of symbols and exemplary details seen as the ironic mode is portrayed truly makes this story come alive.

The most stunning aspect of Poe’s brilliant irony is without question his outstanding placement of his many symbols. Almost immediately we meet Poe’s first symbolic reference, Prince Prospero; our lovely prince’s name should instantly give you some foreshadow to his personality as you see it look much like the word prosperity. And foreshadow it does as you see the prince in all of his arrogance display his richness and wealth as he attempts to delay the inevitable, the Red Death. Perhaps the only glimpse of hope or light comes next as you read of Prospero’s castled abbey, the location of his grand escape. But the thought of an abbey may be a chance given to the people to repent before their sticky end comes and they will face their judgment day.

Only within that castled abbey shall we see the best of the best, Poe’s prized jewel of symbolism. This room is different from all the rest in Prospero’s castled abbey, it is covered in black velvet cloth and trimmed with the scarlet red color of blood; the way Poe has designed this room has brought us to think of the deepest layers of hell and to feel the cold reality of death. But wait there’s more, if you noticed before I mentioned that this seventh room was also known as the west room. West, the direction of which the sun sets; an obvious symbol of downward, darkness, and even death. At last we come to the last element of the western room, the clock of ebony; a mysterious symbol of darkness as it represents the time winding down until the death of the people shall come, a most vivid reminder of death.

These wonderful symbols would not be quite so vivid if not for the carefully planned events in the plot of the ironic mode of literature. Chaos is the obvious state of the world as the dreaded Red Death spreads through the land causing misery and death to whomever it touches. As the 1,000 people try to evade the inevitable by hiding in Prospero’s safe house you see them figuratively struggle for life as the ebony clock winds down to their untimely death. And the end comes as the Red Death in human form is de-masked and the devastating power touches all and swiftly takes the life of each of the 1,000 and as the ebony clock rang for the last time, the last of the partiers fell to their horrible death.

The vivid symbols and brilliant plot line portrayed by Poe makes this grand masquerade of a story truly take flight. Prince Prospero attempted to evade the inevitable, the Red Death; but he has failed to learn that death has no limits and reigns in every crevice and every inch of the world; he has failed to learn that “the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all”(pg.390).

"The Tell Tale Heart"

Imagine the perfect crime, nothing is out of place, no sign of a struggle, and not a single scrap of forensic evidence. Your criminal is seemingly brilliant and very sane to have perfectly executed such a crime. This is very much the case in “The Tell Tale Heart”, by Edgar Allen Poe, as the narrator goes about telling his epic testimony. The absolute reality and authenticity that Poe added, along with the complexity and the sanity struggle of the narrator truly make the tragic mode come alive.

To fully understand Poe’s tragedy, “The Tell Tale Heart”, you must carefully examine the plot line in correlation to the tragic mode of literature. A conflicted world for our lovely narrator is the clear starting point of this tragedy, as he was constantly being haunted by the “vulture eye” of the old man, and when convinces himself to take very drastic action to save his sanity. Our narrator has made a decision that he will undoubtedly regret in his near future as his rise to power comes while he carefully takes the life of the old man and dismembers the remains. At this point, you are most certainly thinking that our narrator is most definitely mad, but wait there is more to our narrator’s epic tale.

While his ethics and performance may bring you to question the sanity of the narrator, his great precision and confidence may bring you some second thoughts. As this tragic story continues, you will see our extremely confidant narrator graciously take in some police detectives and sit them right above the dismembered remains under the floor as his confidence overwhelms him as his rise to power comes to its sticky end as the tragic flaw appears through his gulity conscience. As the detectives sit there his heart starts to beat louder and louder; he however believes it to be that of the old man, he starts to have a tantrum and screams out confessing to all of his horrible crime, which is his tragic fall and death symbolism.

The tragic mode is perfectly captured from the astounding complexity and detail of both the narrator and plot line created by Poe. Many crimes are committed daily, some are committed by those who are very sane, others by those who have no sanity what so ever; “The Tell Tale Heart” is one that can go either way. So I ask you, was his confession subject of guilt or subject of insanity?