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Phillip Belder

__A Day With Mr. Pate __ __By: Phillip Belder & Roger Glass __ I walked into a bustling corridor full of nasty, vile blurs running around the hallway. As I traversed the planes of the language hallway, I dipped and dodged my way around these lving projectiles. I felt like a stone in jello, gasping for air until I finally broke free of the crowd. I was a fish out of water that had migrated from a pond to a vast lake. My first time, my first experience, and my first day at Murray Avenue was wonderfully eventful. The first class I had is science. As I walked in, a huge, lumbering giant is towers over us little beings. Mr. Pate starts to teach us about the earth and tectonics, but slowly and gradually shifts to his vacation in Alaska. He finally returns to the topic at hands and announces,” I had an awesome PowerPoint about this with cool animations and sounds, but I lost somewhere and can not find it. Instead we will just have to use this one that I found online.” “Is that not plagiarizing, Mr. Pate”, asked an audacious and aspiring student. “Well, its not copying if its for education. See…We have rules in this rule against plagiarism, but as long as I am a teacher and if it is for education, I am allowed to get any of my materials for free.” Then, Mr. Pate starts to teach about rocks and their classifications. Since, I knew this information already; I did not feel the need to take any notes. The tall giant stands above me and questions why I have not taken any notes. “Stay after school we need to talk”, he yells. Later after school, I come by for a meeting with him. “I knew the information and do not understand the reason for why I should take down extraneous notes.” “Well, school is not for swallowing and barfing information back up, it is for digesting and understand it”. I later told him that I had understood it as well. Mr Pate concludes on a friendlier note,” Well, okay. Thanks for having this talk; you are excused and sorry about causing you to miss the bus. Oh, by the way, there isn’t a late bus; have fun!”

__Fate’s Disgust and Fury__ It is a mid-summer’s night in fair, crowded New York City where silhouettes block currents of the ocean breeze and sway with the wind. The peaceful serenity is broken with loud huffs and puffs of a large truck dashing through the narrow streets. It was evident that a new family has just moved into the busy city, but this wasn’t the case. The Norway family had actually lived in the city back years ago with their daughter until a family member’s health turned for the worse, and had to be attended to. Julia joined the swaying silhouettes on the beach, wallowing in her memories of her life. She had finally returned to her lovely residence near the beach. Years ago, Julia had been a popular girl, and had always thought she experienced a “ love at first sight ” moment with her old boyfriend, Ryan. She and her boyfriend were straight out of a rendition of __ Romeo and Juliet __. A couple, who were destined to be, but fate and family drove them apart. Until now, Julia had cast aside her feelings for Ryan, for the chances of him still living in New York in the same school and to still remember her was slim at best. Julia’s thoughts of him encompassed her mind and she realized that they were destined to be together. “I’m just going to have to find him tomorrow at school”, thought the senior aloud. A screeching siren sounded across the small multiplex apartments. “Turn off the damn alarm, boy or I’ll file an injunction on you and your family”, yelled an angry neighbor. “Shut up Harry! No one wants to hear your rank voice this early in the morn’”, replied my father in an equally loud and nasty tone as he walked into my bedroom. Ryan’s household and life were always this hectic and the neighbors never seemed to appease the chaos of his already busy life. Mr. Pater, Ryan’s father, was a family man and seemed to have a nasty split personality. He was great when he was nice, but catching him in a bad mood and he could turn into the hulk. Ryan rushed out of the house, skipping dinner and running of the school. The bus on the corner of the street sped off and as the bus sped off into the distance, he noticed a face. His thoughts race inside his head,” Was that Julia? No it couldn’t have been. Why, she’s in L.A.. I knew it was her; the probabilities of something like that happening are impossible, right? Yeah, my mind is just playing tricks on me. That’s what it is, of course.” Meanwhile, Julia stared down the street where she had thought to have been scene, awestruck by how much the city stayed the same. She decided that she was going to look for Ryan and have her happily ever after. Period passed by for Julia and her patience was draining. As she was beginning to doubt herself, Ryan appeared. In excitement he exclaimed,” Oh my god Julia, is that you.” “Ryan I’ve been looking for you all school day. I just keep my thoughts off you”, she replied in haste. “I’ve been looking for you too! I knew I saw you in the bus.” “Look, Ryan.” Julia’s voice change to a much more somber one and she began to get serious. “I really like you Ryan and I don’t want to lose you again. It was painful the first time and I never want either of us to experience it again”, she continued. “I totally understand Julia, and I feel the exact same way. By yonder blessed moon I swear that I will be at your side from now on”, Ryan said while falling into a romantic embrace. The day continued with much laughter and play as Ryan and Julia caught up to each other’s lives. As the sun’s drowsiness started to set it, it started to gently float down past the horizon. As the sun made its last glance at this city, Ryan and Julia gave their final propositions of love and headed home. Ryan jumped for joy as he strode into his family’s apartment. “What brings you in such a fine mood my boy?” asked Tyler, the brother of Mr. Pater and the uncle of Ryan. Ryan without further consequence prepared to share the information with the rest of the world. His happiness was overflowing and even overwhelming. He told Tyler and Mr. Pater about Julia’s return and his love. “This is not to be, boy! You cannot love the Norway girl. For, do you know who her mother is? My former wife, she was. She manipulated me and used me as a tool instead of a being. They think they can do whatever they want because they are practically rich. Well no, they can’t. She can’t have you. I bar you from even laying eyes on her and your father would agree just as well”, screamed at the top of his voice, ringing throughout the building. He turns to Mr. Pater and gives him a deathly stare and questions,”Well?” All eyes turning to Mr. Pater, he responds with his consent to the decision. The intimidation of his brother forced him to this decision and he actually somewhat agreed with his argument. Mr. Pater was not a fond supporter of relations between the poor and middle and upper class and reinforced Tyler’s decision. Ryan stormed off with his only response, “As long as the soil on which I stand is near Julia, our love cannot ever be separated. While Ryan left, Tyler was scheming how to separate the two from each other and believed that he had found the perfect solution. Ryan would be sent up to Maine to take care of his dear grandmother who will contract and have a fatal disease. Her former acting experience would of course be a benefit for this job of deluding Ryan. In a final exchange of farewells, Julia told him of the letters that she shall send every week. Four months slowly pass and the spring scene turns into the colder season of autumn. The Norway ’s mailbox had been stuffed every day, but only with magazines and letters. No word has come back from Ryan. Julia’s pain was insufferable. Julia started to wonder, “How could Ryan be so vain as to ignore my only lifeline to him after confessing his love to me. Has he found someone else in another school to love? Oh, why did he swear by something as inconstant as the moon? My only choice is to get up and actually visit his love myself. I will go to him and see his situation and make him vouch for his life after what he has done to me!” Julia spent four days trekking to Maine on her forth she came upon the door of his residence. The door bell rang. “Who is it?” said a lively voice from the crack of the door. “It is I, Julia. Ryan’s love come to see him”, Julia responded “You are not welcome here. I will see to it that Ryan will not see you.” “Okay have a nice day then. Tell him that I never want either see or love him ever again.” The door slammed shut and Julia knew her plan was in motion. Her mother told her about Tyler and his accusations against her. She knew him well enough to know exactly what he would plan. Mrs. Norway told Julia to sneak into Ryan’s room from the backyard and plan an escape from that point. As Julia started to stealthily walk around the house, Ryan’s day was about to change for the worse. “Julia is finally gone,” the grandmother who answered the door told Ryan. “What are you talking about”, he replied sounding worried. “Why, your love has finally left her world. She went crash, and disappeared. Never to be heard of again. Everything is over and she is in peace.” Ryan started to panic and ran out of the room. He started to frantically think, “Julia had died. How could she have finally left the world into a simple crash? Has she been attacked? What am I to do? I must be with her. Our love is indefinite whether living or dying.” Ryan ran over to the grandmother’s room and took a bottle of pills and shoved them down his throat. The poison would end his life and he would be with his fair Julia. He passed out from pure misery and fell down across the bed in the room. The placebo pills of his grandmother used to trick him entered his body and simply dissolved into sugar. Julia stepped into the room. Her body clenched up and tensed. She saw Ryan on the floor presumably dead. Julia went back out to the backyard and pulled out a spike out of the ground. Without any thought or words she plunged the makeshift spear into her abdomen and cried out. He collapsed to the floor only being able to mouth the syllables: “Ry-an”. In about an hour, Ryan had woken up. Realizing he wasn’t in heaven he directed his line of sight towards puddles of tears. Following the tears he saw Julia lying in the grass waiting for him. He leaned across over the balcony and yelled out her name. As the grandmother turned on a light in a lower floor, the light from a window illuminated Julia. Out of panic and pure fear, Ryan lost his footing falling forward onto the hard, dirty earth. Crawling and dragging himself toward Julia, he outstretched his hand and touched hers. He knew that now they would be together in eternity in heaven, living their mortal dreams of true love. Thanks for reading!! Please comment on what you think of this story!

Phillip Belder Mr. Church/Haldeman World Studies 5/6 4 May 2010 Computer Creation One day in the confines of my house, my son approached me. Robert was always a curious one, diving into every nook and cranny, just to see what is inside. This time his curiosity was a little more complicated. You see, about a month ago, I lost my job due to the recession. It was a hard time, but we managed to get by. I wanted give Robert the best possible conditions, so, we moved where I found another job. Sure, it paid better, but it was a different school and different people; it must have been tough for him. I guess I was just a little worried for Robert. There were a lot of changes. The biggest of course was the advent of computer. He’s never seen one before and he was fascinated. Being raised in the country, I never had any experience with them. They would be my least knowledgeable subject. Ironically, Robert confronted me about this wonderful machine. All his curiosity culminated in the subject of the computer’s creation. “How is it made”, he asks me. A wave of fear swept down my back. I had to answer; I couldn’t disappoint him. So, I started to make up fictitious stories and ideas to explain it to him. For an odd reason, maybe from today’s sermon, I decided to draw on the story of the book of Genesis, the story of creation. I decided to tell Robert that God created the computer it was during the span of ten days. The idea was crazy at the time, but he still believed me. I started out with a vague idea… I started telling him the made up story, “Well, at first there was a dark time in the world. Telegraphs were becoming obsolete, and phones were picking up in popularity, but most of the world remained in a dark age. Humans were desperate creatures trying to please God, using good faith and good, generous will as its tool. God being forgiving and merciful recognized this fact and tried to give us better tools to spread his word. He spent his precious time working to cultivate our world. It took him days, be he destined us with the possession of computers. On the first day, our all-powerful entity, God, modeled a machine after humans. He gave them a brain and a body. The CPU supplied processing power to computer and the motherboard acted as the skeleton. He carefully completed his invention. He made the invention so that it would be able to be fully utilized, but never surpassed, by our own brain. He hoped that we would use the power for his will’s benefit. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">On the second day, our great master, God, brought us RAM. This let CPU think in a different way. Instead of taking on instruction on a task by task basis, it would be able to multitask and have short-term memory. He molded silicon metals into a creation reminiscent of his first, us humans. We served as a foundation, but his vast imagination built upon us and brought forth the machines. Later, he also brought us long-term memory to his “new humans”. Hard drives recorded information with more permanence. It reflected both types of memory in our own bodies, but in machine form. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> On the third day, our helpful inventor, God, gave us peripherals. This allowed ways of communication between man and machine. From speakers to monitors, it allowed us to fully utilize the connections he desires. By creating a link between man and machine, God used it to create a new age of peace; a re-entry of our electronic messiah so to speak. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> On the fourth day, our merciful leader gifted us with internet. Instead of focusing on ourselves, we could now create a spider web of connections with each other, spreading the word of God and his good will. He created special machines to hold information, just for our use. By connecting the world, all ideas of good gained momentum, and evil thoughts were banished by our collective minds. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> On the fifth day, our gracious father, God, offered us a reward. The work we did in short day’s time in banishing evil paid off. He gifted us with advanced graphics processing units, interface devices, and sound cards. It lifted the overall spirit of our culture. He also spent it to make printers and other physical media such as compact discs. His ideas were to be spread across the world by physical means as well as electronic. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> On the sixth day, our kindhearted teacher bundled up everything he made in a simple case. He tried to make it as small as possible in order to spread his technology faster. As the world was swept by his ideals, God felt his hard labor and he needed to rest. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> On the seventh day, our tired creator wanted to protect us from uprising evil. Evil tried to once again to create a surge throughout the world using his own gifts as a medium. God created a defense, but fell asleep before deployment. Viruses were strewn across the network and hacker joined the revolution. Humans tried all they could, but short of disconnecting the internet, there was no defense. God finally woke up and in the last minutes of the seventh, our forgiving father, God, gave us programming languages. We used this to create a defense and further improve on his original invention. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> So in the end, God created our computers and gave us the tools to succeed on our own. We respect that and try to further ourselves and most importantly spread his word, or in this case, his data.” <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> After that long speech, Robert believed that for a while about computer. That is until computer science was available in his school. My explanation wasn’t the best, but it was fairly easy to understand and came form my heart. I think that I at least taught him about our religion and about trust. His trust in me may not be well-placed, but it is heartwarming. <span style="color: #5112a1; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;">