Fear

Dark as the night where the unknown lurks

Sounds like the stealthy footsteps belonging to no one

The coppery smell of blood you hope not to see

The taste of your dry throat, mouth and lips

Looks like the twisted shapes and shadows of paranoia

The feeling of desperation as your throat clenches and your stomach churns.

 
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stepped off of the, airplane? I believe that was what father had called it. It was very big, and there were a lot of people, the flight had seemed to be full, even. Everything was so big and luxurious; there was a carpeted hallway in midair, which connected the airplane to the enormous building called an airport. I felt a slight breeze as I walked into the hallway, it reminded me of a bridge.

The flight had made me very nervous, at one point they had said we would be going through some turbulence, I don’t know what that means, but almost immediately, the plane started to shake violently. I leaned into my dad who sat next to me, and turned my attention to the screen in front of me, it was showing some sort of film. I had seen very few films in my lifetime, maybe 2 or 3? Soon enough, the airplane’s movement had steadied.

 
I believe Invisible Children’s Kony 2012 campaign isn’t very helpful, considering how many other similar campaigns are doing a better job of taking care of the issue. Apparently, there are seven other campaigns with the same purpose, and I don’t know about them, but I think they might have better management, anyways. Kony 2012 is more about the merchandise, which is meant to promote the issue, and it looks like it comes down to the money. Of all the money they receive as a charity group, they spend 2/3 of it in their ideas of promotion of the issue, and less than 1/3 goes towards the actual cause. I find this ridiculous, because if they actually want to help this cause, then they would use the money people have already donated to do something about it. Spending money on the campaign is for people to help out and contribute, but once people have contributed, a lot of the money is going towards the same campaigns, so they aren’t really contributing as much as they could. They are wasting too much time on their campaigns, time that could be spent on helping the issue, instead. 

 
The song that I'm relating "The Sniper" to is "Where is the Love" by The Black Eyed Peas. 
This song relates to the Sniper, because it’s meant to be about hate and violence amongst human beings. It actually couldn’t be anymore clear than it is. It talks specifically about issues such as terrorism, racism, and discrimination, and how society just tends to turn their back on the issues, especially when it happens in North America. That’s when people just ignore it, trying to stop it in other countries, and go to war. That is something else this song targets, that I think directly relates to the story; “Nations dropping bombs, chemical gasses filling the lungs of little ones, with the ongoing suffering as the youth die young”. Then, in the chorus: “People killing, people dying, children hurt and you hear them crying, can you practice what you preach? And would you turn the other cheek?”. Lastly, the song refers to negative images being projected through the media, and how it’s penetrating young peoples’ minds, when they might want to act the same way. This can be a problem, but it isn’t associated directly with the story. It does, however, make me think about how the government can make bad things sound alright. It could almost be like we are being brainwashed by the news, announcements, and many forms of media. What I particularly have in mind, is how we can be led to have different opinions about big, negative issues, like war. A certain statement put out might lead us all to think that war is a good thing, when it really isn’t.

 
Not long ago, the grade 8 girls’ volleyball team had a game at Elphinstone Secondary School. They left at lunchtime to catch the ferry in Horseshoe Bay, and were really excited. They piled onto the ferry and went to White Spot to get themselves some food for lunch. They had been warned by the coaches to NOT eat ice cream, but being the rebels that they were, they got some anyways. They sat down with their overflowing cups of soft-serve swirl ice cream, and gobbled it down. They decided to head up to the rooftop, which may have been a bad idea, if you considered how hyper they all were! They started dancing and having fun, their laughter getting caught in the rough wind that blew across the deck. Maddie seemed to be particularly enthusiastic, and was full-on jumping and dancing to “Gangnam Style”. With every dance move, she edged closer to the railing, and when she started to jump again, without a warning, she just tipped over. It took a few moments for the realization that Maddie had just gone overboard to sink in, but as soon as it did, panic arose. Three of the girls scrambled to the door, and onto the main deck, where they scanned the crowds of people until they saw Miss Camblin and Ashley. Kate, who was at the front of the group, sprinted towards them. She tried to explain what had just happened, but in the shock of the last few minutes and exhaustion of running, failed miserably as all she could do was stutter and mumble. Hazel helped her out, and summed up the recent events to their coaches. They immediately rushed to the main office on the ferry, and brought some emergency equipment, while someone from BC Ferries called search and rescue to help them out. Everything happened quickly, but they managed to throw Maddie a life raft where she waited for search and rescue, She had drifted a fair distance from the ferry, and was panicking, cold, wet, and barely visible by the time she was picked up. Everyone was quite relieved to find that Maddie was ok, and they decided to all sit down in the cafeteria instead. They were very wary of ice cream—and sugar in general—after that, and unfortunately had an extreme ‘sugar low’ which didn’t help them in their volleyball games. This did, however, teach everyone a very important lesson and a good rule to live by: “No dairy on the ferry”.