"The earth is becoming a greenhouse!" "The world is ending!" "Stop the production of CFC’s! They are feeding the hole in the earth’s ozone layer!" These tend to be comments voiced by the media about global warming and the ozone layer; two of their favorite subjects to discuss and frighten people with. My beliefs? There is no such thing as global warming and the greenhouse effect and the hole in the ozone layer is simply no threat to us whatsoever. But I’d better slow down and tackle one thing at a time :)
First of all I’ll discuss global warming. What is this you may ask and why is it known as the greenhouse effect? First of all the earth is kept warm by greenhouse gases which are trapped in the earth’s atmosphere thus warming it up (carbon dioxide is one of these gases.) Greenhouse gases are very handy (unless you want to freeze to death) but environmentalists are afraid that too many of them are being released into the air by factories and things like that. They compare different years and claim that the earth’s temperatures are getting higher and higher as the years go by because of an over excess of greenhouse gases. Many people are afraid that eventually the earth will have so many trapped gases that it will become a "greenhouse" and everyone will be suffocated to death. Sounds harsh doesn’t it? Before you start running down your street screaming in panic take a deep breath and listen up. The media is just trying to scare you. Do they actually look at the facts? NO. First of all it’s perfectly natural for the earth to go through stages where it starts warming up. It will eventually start cooling off, however, and no one on earth is suffocated as a result of the heat spell. Also real scientists have compared the different temperature’s of the earth over a period of time and the supposed rise in temperatures is almost too insignificant to be mentioned.
Where I got all this information? Dr. Jay Wile’s Exploring Creation with Physical Science which is a great book I highly suggest you read. It has lots of great information in it and is an all around great science course from a Christian perspective.
So if you’re still determined to run outside your house screaming at the top of your lungs in terror, go ahead but know that there’s really nothing to worry about. I still haven’t tackled the whole "hole in the ozone layer" subject yet, but that’s for another blog.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Newspaper Part Two
Here's some more of my 19th century newspaper.
Weather Almanac Predicts Tough Storms Ahead
Sir Ben Roberts announced the official weather prediction from Martin’s Weather Almanac this morning at 6 o’clock AM. Today and tomorrow are to be sunny and pleasurable, but the rest of the week is to be filled with horrific storms including rain, thunderstorms, and perhaps even a tropical storm. If you reside near the coast you may want to travel inland for a while if a tropical storm has been reported for your area. For more information concerning this week’s weather we request that you spend some time at our office talking to Sir Roberts. We are precisely certain he will be able to assist you further.
Local Gentleman Acquires a Fortune!
When Mr. George Peterson was interviewed for this article yesterday evening he was simply speechless with shock. "I can hardly say a word," he stammered out. "I have never been so genuinely happy or so surprised."
Mr. Peterson’s great uncle Mr. Thomas A. Peterson had passed away about two weeks ago, and at the time of his going Mr. George Peterson knew nothing about his uncle’s inheritance. "I simply assumed that my uncle had left nothing for me though I was a bit surprised that he hadn’t. After all I was his only grand nephew and Uncle Thomas had no children. He never married."
As Mr. George Peterson was going about his daily doings yesterday morning he received a telegram to commence traveling immediately to River Oak Heights, the home in which his uncle had resided. When he arrived there he was informed that he was the heir of Mr. Thomas A. Peterson’s grand inheritance which totals to 1,000,230 dollars. Imagine the genuine shock Mr. Peterson experienced when he received this message. As Mr. Peterson is the local doctor in town many of his esteemed customers have feared that he is to resign the practice since he certainly does not need the money. Mr. Peterson has graciously assured them otherwise. "I simply could not leave my dear patients no matter how much money I received from my uncle. I assure you that I will reside as doctor in this town for a good while longer."
Political Editorial Written by the Esteemed Mr. Roger Collins
A week ago yesterday I wrote a column about our esteemed president Mr. James Madison and how worthwhile it was that he recommended the War of 1812 back in 1812. After all, I reasoned, Britain has no right to control the seas in such a ruthless manner and take over our fine American ships. I received a great number of responses to this particular column many being negative and some being positive. I will share two responses to this column with you today. First of all I will share the negative comment sent to me by Mr. James Howland.
Dear Mr. Collins,
I simply must beg to disagree with you on your points listed on your last column about Mr. James Madison. I do not believe Mr. Madison is a good president for our fine country, and I believe his recommending the War of 1812 was a very grave mistake on his part. We have lost many men over this silly skirmish with the British, and I don’t see why we had to go to war in the first place. Why couldn’t we have settled this whole thing in a peaceful God fearing manner? I do not understand the president’s reasoning. Not many years have passed since the Revolution. Why did we have to get involved in another war so suddenly like this? I dearly hope I have not offended you in any way, Mr. Collins. I am merely stating my humble opinion on this great mess we are in.
Sincerely,
Mr. James Howland
Dear Mr. Collins,
Thank you very much for that inspiring column you posted in last week’s paper. I agree with you entirely on nearly every point and you discussed the matter in an educational intelligible way. I wholeheartedly agree with you on the fact that Mr. Madison is an excellent president for our esteemed country and on the fact that the War of 1812 is necessary. This war is the only logical way we can show Britain that we are not to be toyed with. Thank you again dear, sir, and good day.
Sincerely,
Mr. Clark Rochester
I hope you have enjoyed reading these comments from these two different gentlemen. If you would ever like to submit a comment on one of my columns at any given time you may do so by writing out your comment, sealing it in an envelope, addressing to Mr. Roger Collins, and leaving it at the newspaper office here in town. Thank you very much my fine readers for being ever faithful to my column, and good day.
Interview with Ms. Jane Austen
We are very happy to be able to hold an interview here today with the wonderful authoress Ms. Jane Austen. One of Ms. Austen’s most recent work of fiction Pride and Prejudice was published last year and took the reading world by storm. Many copies were sold and this novel is probably one of Ms. Austen’s best works yet. Here is what passed between Ms. Austen and ourselves yesterday afternoon.
Sunbeam: Tell us, Ms. Austen, what were your feelings when you realized how successful your book was becoming with the common people?
Ms. Austen: I must admit I was extremely surprised. I never dreamed this humble writing would do so well with the people. The plot line is a very common one, so I shall admit I was very surprised.
Sunbeam: What do you think was the main factor that attracted so many people to this story?
Ms. Austen: Most certainly the strange characters in this story. First and foremost there’s Mr. Darcy and his very strange aloofness which certainly does not impress the main young lady in the story, Elizabeth. Then of course there is Mr. Collins, Elizabeth’s cousin, Charlotte, Elizabeth’s friend with the oddest ideas surrounding marriage, and the incorrigible Mrs. Bennett.
Sunbeam: Which character in this story are you most drawn to?
Ms. Austen: Probably Elizabeth or perhaps even Mr. Bennett. Elizabeth is the heroine of the story and is very confident and sure of herself in many affairs. Mr. Bennett should be admired greatly for not letting Mrs. Bennett having her way in all affairs and certainly is a very likeable sensible character in more ways than one.
Sunbeam: Which of your novels thus far have the most difficult to write?
Ms. Austen: After most careful thinking I have come to the conclusion that Pride and Prejudice was. The characters were quite difficult to form and sometimes I wasn’t sure where I wanted the story to go. It all came together in the end, however.
Sunbeam: What do you want your fine readers to learn from this story?
Ms. Austen: One should not judge someone merely for their looks or appearances. You should get to know them first and not be prejudiced against them and certainly don’t let your pride get in the way of your relationship with another.
Sunbeam: Thank you very much for this fine interview, Ms. Austen. I certainly wish you a very pleasant day.
Well that is all I'm going to post on this assignment. Hope you enjoyed.
Weather Almanac Predicts Tough Storms Ahead
Sir Ben Roberts announced the official weather prediction from Martin’s Weather Almanac this morning at 6 o’clock AM. Today and tomorrow are to be sunny and pleasurable, but the rest of the week is to be filled with horrific storms including rain, thunderstorms, and perhaps even a tropical storm. If you reside near the coast you may want to travel inland for a while if a tropical storm has been reported for your area. For more information concerning this week’s weather we request that you spend some time at our office talking to Sir Roberts. We are precisely certain he will be able to assist you further.
Local Gentleman Acquires a Fortune!
When Mr. George Peterson was interviewed for this article yesterday evening he was simply speechless with shock. "I can hardly say a word," he stammered out. "I have never been so genuinely happy or so surprised."
Mr. Peterson’s great uncle Mr. Thomas A. Peterson had passed away about two weeks ago, and at the time of his going Mr. George Peterson knew nothing about his uncle’s inheritance. "I simply assumed that my uncle had left nothing for me though I was a bit surprised that he hadn’t. After all I was his only grand nephew and Uncle Thomas had no children. He never married."
As Mr. George Peterson was going about his daily doings yesterday morning he received a telegram to commence traveling immediately to River Oak Heights, the home in which his uncle had resided. When he arrived there he was informed that he was the heir of Mr. Thomas A. Peterson’s grand inheritance which totals to 1,000,230 dollars. Imagine the genuine shock Mr. Peterson experienced when he received this message. As Mr. Peterson is the local doctor in town many of his esteemed customers have feared that he is to resign the practice since he certainly does not need the money. Mr. Peterson has graciously assured them otherwise. "I simply could not leave my dear patients no matter how much money I received from my uncle. I assure you that I will reside as doctor in this town for a good while longer."
Political Editorial Written by the Esteemed Mr. Roger Collins
A week ago yesterday I wrote a column about our esteemed president Mr. James Madison and how worthwhile it was that he recommended the War of 1812 back in 1812. After all, I reasoned, Britain has no right to control the seas in such a ruthless manner and take over our fine American ships. I received a great number of responses to this particular column many being negative and some being positive. I will share two responses to this column with you today. First of all I will share the negative comment sent to me by Mr. James Howland.
Dear Mr. Collins,
I simply must beg to disagree with you on your points listed on your last column about Mr. James Madison. I do not believe Mr. Madison is a good president for our fine country, and I believe his recommending the War of 1812 was a very grave mistake on his part. We have lost many men over this silly skirmish with the British, and I don’t see why we had to go to war in the first place. Why couldn’t we have settled this whole thing in a peaceful God fearing manner? I do not understand the president’s reasoning. Not many years have passed since the Revolution. Why did we have to get involved in another war so suddenly like this? I dearly hope I have not offended you in any way, Mr. Collins. I am merely stating my humble opinion on this great mess we are in.
Sincerely,
Mr. James Howland
Dear Mr. Collins,
Thank you very much for that inspiring column you posted in last week’s paper. I agree with you entirely on nearly every point and you discussed the matter in an educational intelligible way. I wholeheartedly agree with you on the fact that Mr. Madison is an excellent president for our esteemed country and on the fact that the War of 1812 is necessary. This war is the only logical way we can show Britain that we are not to be toyed with. Thank you again dear, sir, and good day.
Sincerely,
Mr. Clark Rochester
I hope you have enjoyed reading these comments from these two different gentlemen. If you would ever like to submit a comment on one of my columns at any given time you may do so by writing out your comment, sealing it in an envelope, addressing to Mr. Roger Collins, and leaving it at the newspaper office here in town. Thank you very much my fine readers for being ever faithful to my column, and good day.
Interview with Ms. Jane Austen
We are very happy to be able to hold an interview here today with the wonderful authoress Ms. Jane Austen. One of Ms. Austen’s most recent work of fiction Pride and Prejudice was published last year and took the reading world by storm. Many copies were sold and this novel is probably one of Ms. Austen’s best works yet. Here is what passed between Ms. Austen and ourselves yesterday afternoon.
Sunbeam: Tell us, Ms. Austen, what were your feelings when you realized how successful your book was becoming with the common people?
Ms. Austen: I must admit I was extremely surprised. I never dreamed this humble writing would do so well with the people. The plot line is a very common one, so I shall admit I was very surprised.
Sunbeam: What do you think was the main factor that attracted so many people to this story?
Ms. Austen: Most certainly the strange characters in this story. First and foremost there’s Mr. Darcy and his very strange aloofness which certainly does not impress the main young lady in the story, Elizabeth. Then of course there is Mr. Collins, Elizabeth’s cousin, Charlotte, Elizabeth’s friend with the oddest ideas surrounding marriage, and the incorrigible Mrs. Bennett.
Sunbeam: Which character in this story are you most drawn to?
Ms. Austen: Probably Elizabeth or perhaps even Mr. Bennett. Elizabeth is the heroine of the story and is very confident and sure of herself in many affairs. Mr. Bennett should be admired greatly for not letting Mrs. Bennett having her way in all affairs and certainly is a very likeable sensible character in more ways than one.
Sunbeam: Which of your novels thus far have the most difficult to write?
Ms. Austen: After most careful thinking I have come to the conclusion that Pride and Prejudice was. The characters were quite difficult to form and sometimes I wasn’t sure where I wanted the story to go. It all came together in the end, however.
Sunbeam: What do you want your fine readers to learn from this story?
Ms. Austen: One should not judge someone merely for their looks or appearances. You should get to know them first and not be prejudiced against them and certainly don’t let your pride get in the way of your relationship with another.
Sunbeam: Thank you very much for this fine interview, Ms. Austen. I certainly wish you a very pleasant day.
Well that is all I'm going to post on this assignment. Hope you enjoyed.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Newspaper
Well since nothing too thrilling is going on with me right now I thought I'd share a part of another creative writing assignment I finished up last week for school. Since I'm reading the 19th century novel Pride and Prejudice (which is not the most exciting book in the world) I had to write my own version of a 19th century newspaper. Let me tell you it was no piece of cake. I would often sit staring blankly at the computer screen for hours at a time trying desperately to think of something, anything, newsworthy to share. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. :) It was quite a challenge though. Since it's rather long I'm not going to post the whole thing. I'll probably post some today and then some tomorrow. Enjoy (maybe).
The Terrycott Sunbeam
Volume 22, Issue 15, 12th of September, 1814
.10 cents per issue
British Fleet Surrenders! American wins at Lake Champlain!
Yesterday when General George Provost sent the British fleet out into the ocean, he had little idea that it would be the last time he would ever do so for a long time indeed. American Master Commander Thomas Macdonugh commanded the American fleet of precisely four ships which took the British fleet by surprise and thus won another battle in the dreadful War of 1812 which has been raging for quite some time. Macdonugh arranged his ships in a precise and orderly way so the British would have to approach them head on. After a small skirmish the entire British fleet surrendered thanks to Macdonugh’s careful planning and precision. Macdonugh could not be reached for comment at this point.
Obituaries
We are extremley sorry to report that Mr. Jonathon Duncan passed away last night at precisely 11:01 PM at his home on the outskirts of town. At the age of 101 Mr. Duncan passed away from nothing short of old age and he will be commemorated always for the way he spent his long life. He was a steadfast member of Terrycott Methodist Church and contributed greatly to the community with his excessive wealth. A very generous and kind man Mr. Duncan will always be remembered for his kind and thoughtful deeds here in this community. He is survived by his eight children, 10 grandchildren, and 14 great-grandchildren. His funeral will be held at Terrycott Methodist Church on the 14th of September, 1814 at approximately six o’clock PM. Rev. Douglas Peters will be the speaker. If anyone would wish to extend their condolences to the family they may do so tomorrow evening from 6 o’clock to 8 o’clock at the family’s home.
Miss May Winston passed away yesterday morning at precisely 10:09 AM at her home due to recent injuries from a stagecoach accident. Miss Winston was a proud member of the Ladies’ Sewing Society and will be greatly missed by all. She was a Sunday School teacher at Terrycott Methodist Church and is survived by her two sisters, three brothers, and her mother Millie Winston. Funeral services will be held tomorrow evening at 4 o’clock PM at the Terrycott Methodist Church. Rev. Douglas Winston (Miss Winston’s brother) will be the speaker for the evening. If anyone would wish to extend their condolences to Miss Winston’s family, they may do so this very evening from 5 o’clock to 7 o’clock PM at the family’s home.
Town Bakery Robbed
On the morning of the 11th of September the Terrycott Baker was broken into and robbed. $30.00 dollars was taken from the store as well as a small assortment of pies and other baked goods. Fortunately no one was in the store at the time of the crime due to the fact that it probably took place in the early morning. Police are still investigating and hope to have some answers soon. Anyone with any information concerning this crime is requested to stop by the Terrycott Police Station on 441Taylor Street to reveal any tidbits or information concerning this.
More tomorrow.
The Terrycott Sunbeam
Volume 22, Issue 15, 12th of September, 1814
.10 cents per issue
British Fleet Surrenders! American wins at Lake Champlain!
Yesterday when General George Provost sent the British fleet out into the ocean, he had little idea that it would be the last time he would ever do so for a long time indeed. American Master Commander Thomas Macdonugh commanded the American fleet of precisely four ships which took the British fleet by surprise and thus won another battle in the dreadful War of 1812 which has been raging for quite some time. Macdonugh arranged his ships in a precise and orderly way so the British would have to approach them head on. After a small skirmish the entire British fleet surrendered thanks to Macdonugh’s careful planning and precision. Macdonugh could not be reached for comment at this point.
Obituaries
We are extremley sorry to report that Mr. Jonathon Duncan passed away last night at precisely 11:01 PM at his home on the outskirts of town. At the age of 101 Mr. Duncan passed away from nothing short of old age and he will be commemorated always for the way he spent his long life. He was a steadfast member of Terrycott Methodist Church and contributed greatly to the community with his excessive wealth. A very generous and kind man Mr. Duncan will always be remembered for his kind and thoughtful deeds here in this community. He is survived by his eight children, 10 grandchildren, and 14 great-grandchildren. His funeral will be held at Terrycott Methodist Church on the 14th of September, 1814 at approximately six o’clock PM. Rev. Douglas Peters will be the speaker. If anyone would wish to extend their condolences to the family they may do so tomorrow evening from 6 o’clock to 8 o’clock at the family’s home.
Miss May Winston passed away yesterday morning at precisely 10:09 AM at her home due to recent injuries from a stagecoach accident. Miss Winston was a proud member of the Ladies’ Sewing Society and will be greatly missed by all. She was a Sunday School teacher at Terrycott Methodist Church and is survived by her two sisters, three brothers, and her mother Millie Winston. Funeral services will be held tomorrow evening at 4 o’clock PM at the Terrycott Methodist Church. Rev. Douglas Winston (Miss Winston’s brother) will be the speaker for the evening. If anyone would wish to extend their condolences to Miss Winston’s family, they may do so this very evening from 5 o’clock to 7 o’clock PM at the family’s home.
Town Bakery Robbed
On the morning of the 11th of September the Terrycott Baker was broken into and robbed. $30.00 dollars was taken from the store as well as a small assortment of pies and other baked goods. Fortunately no one was in the store at the time of the crime due to the fact that it probably took place in the early morning. Police are still investigating and hope to have some answers soon. Anyone with any information concerning this crime is requested to stop by the Terrycott Police Station on 441Taylor Street to reveal any tidbits or information concerning this.
More tomorrow.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Choir Festival
Sorry it's been a while since I posted last. I was gone this past Friday-Sunday with my youth group on our annual choir festival. We traveled two hours away to sing in a concert with a bunch of other youth choirs. (There were 19 choirs there I believe.) Unfortunately when I arrived at our church on the day we were supposed to leave, I discovered we would have to all ride in the small church van instead of the our bus. (Why I ask you?? Why??) In the bus you can grab two seats just for yourself, stretch out, and go to sleep. But in the van you can hardly move due to all the stuff stuffed in there, it starts to smell really funny, and I happened to be sitting in front of a person who laughs really really loud. My ear drums about popped when that person laughed right in my ear. Obviously she was trying to deafen me or something :)
The first evening we went to the church to practice the songs we were going to sing for the concert with all the other youth choirs. It took a while I can tell you. If I had been that choir director I probably would have gone insane :) The rehearsal started at 7:30 and ended at 9:30, so by the time it was time to leave I never wanted to see another music note again. (I had to get over that quickly though due to the fact that we had a concert on Saturday and on Sunday.) When we got back to the hotel the other three girls I was staying with all decided they wanted to sleep in the same bed. (Either they're all really really good friends or else I had cooties or something :) But hey I wasn't complaining. If they wanted to all get cramped up in the same bed more power to them. The next day we had our concert with all the other choirs. When we performed we were on the stage and the balcony, and believe me when I say all of us just barely fit up there. (After all there were about 200 of us.) I'm afraid that if there was a fire we all would have roasted alive. Okay maybe not but it would have been close. The rest of the weekend went by with rather quickly. From a four hour long trip to the mall (how delightful) to sleep talkers who yelled "omigosh omigosh!" in their sleep, the rest of the weekend was quite interesting to say the least.
The first evening we went to the church to practice the songs we were going to sing for the concert with all the other youth choirs. It took a while I can tell you. If I had been that choir director I probably would have gone insane :) The rehearsal started at 7:30 and ended at 9:30, so by the time it was time to leave I never wanted to see another music note again. (I had to get over that quickly though due to the fact that we had a concert on Saturday and on Sunday.) When we got back to the hotel the other three girls I was staying with all decided they wanted to sleep in the same bed. (Either they're all really really good friends or else I had cooties or something :) But hey I wasn't complaining. If they wanted to all get cramped up in the same bed more power to them. The next day we had our concert with all the other choirs. When we performed we were on the stage and the balcony, and believe me when I say all of us just barely fit up there. (After all there were about 200 of us.) I'm afraid that if there was a fire we all would have roasted alive. Okay maybe not but it would have been close. The rest of the weekend went by with rather quickly. From a four hour long trip to the mall (how delightful) to sleep talkers who yelled "omigosh omigosh!" in their sleep, the rest of the weekend was quite interesting to say the least.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Stem cell research- The Debate
Well this is the final blog I'm going to make on stem cell research (unless something new comes up about it.) Last Sunday we finished off our study about this research with a debate. The statement we debated on was "Stem cell research is morally wrong and Christians should unite together to stop this research." Instead of getting to pick which side we were on in the debate we were assigned randomly to the two different sides. (Oh joy.) There was an Affirmative group which was going to back up the said statement above, and the Negative group which was going to rebutt the said statment above. I ended up on the Negative side which I was a little nervous about. After all my thinking had started swaying toward the anti- stem cell research side of things and it would be hard to argue against the statement above. Still out teacher said that it was important to be able to argue for both sides so we could have better insight into the whole situation. I guess he was right. (Or was he?? :)
Here are some of the main things discussed in the debate: First of all the affirmative team stated that stem cell research is murder pure and simple. Our team introduced en vitro fertilization into the argument. En vitro fertilization is where embryos are still used to replace cells, but they are "test tube babies" in a way and since they're going to be tossed out anyway, we reasoned, why not use them for stem cell research? We discussed what it would be like if one of your grandparents, parents, siblings, friends, etc. had a terrible disease that could not be cured unless stem cells were used. Would you be willing to see your loved one die simply because you believed stem cell research was wrong? These are tough questions to answer and there's really no right or wrong answer here. My opinion on all of this? I found myself swaying a bit towards the anti-stem cell research side. I am totally against abortion, and this is taking lives just like abortion is. On the other hand, however, think about all the lives that could be saved through this. I'll probably be thinking on this one for a while. Meanwhile I hope you've enjoyed these last few posts on this subject. I know I've learned something through all this and I hope you have too. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Here are some of the main things discussed in the debate: First of all the affirmative team stated that stem cell research is murder pure and simple. Our team introduced en vitro fertilization into the argument. En vitro fertilization is where embryos are still used to replace cells, but they are "test tube babies" in a way and since they're going to be tossed out anyway, we reasoned, why not use them for stem cell research? We discussed what it would be like if one of your grandparents, parents, siblings, friends, etc. had a terrible disease that could not be cured unless stem cells were used. Would you be willing to see your loved one die simply because you believed stem cell research was wrong? These are tough questions to answer and there's really no right or wrong answer here. My opinion on all of this? I found myself swaying a bit towards the anti-stem cell research side. I am totally against abortion, and this is taking lives just like abortion is. On the other hand, however, think about all the lives that could be saved through this. I'll probably be thinking on this one for a while. Meanwhile I hope you've enjoyed these last few posts on this subject. I know I've learned something through all this and I hope you have too. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Random Happenings
Well I have several random thing to mention about this weekend.
*First of all, last night there was a thrilling basketball game between Kentucky and the top ranked team in the entire nation, Florida. The game was pretty interesting considering Kentucky got whipped by Floriday twice last year. One of those times happened to occur on Senior Night for Kentucky. As you can surmise Kentucky was not the best team in the world last year. *sigh* Anyways moving on, Kentucky came back from a 16-point deficit and started playing hard. It all came down to a last second three point shot which would tie the game and take it into overtime. If Kentucky didn't make it they would lose. The Kentucky player dribbled up the court to the sounds a roaring screaming crowd, threw up the shot, and clunk. The ball hit the front of the rim. End of story.
*In Sunday School today we had a debate about stem cell research. We were randomly assigned to two different groups. One group was supposed to argue for stem cell research, the other against it. But I'll tell more about that later.
*Much to my discomfort I was asked to read Scripture in church this morning. Yes that's right in front of the whole church. I knew that it was just reading, but that didn't stop me from getting nervous. The stop of standing up and speaking in front of about 300 people was utterly terrifying. The service seemed to take forever to start, and by the time it did my mouth had gone utterly dry. A short business session began. I began to wish I was on Mars. By the time that ordeal was over we launched into a hymn. Unfortunately for me we had to sing two of them. Not that I didn't want to but I seriously wanted to get this reading ordeal over with. During the singing I began to imagine myself fainting or throwing up over the whole church. My face started turning beet red. When the singing finally ended we all sat down and the prelude began. I wished I was dead. Finally it was time. My legs were shaking so bad I was surprised I made it up there. I made it through it, however. I suppose I did all right. :) When it was over I was so relieved I almost jumped through the roof. Okay maybe not but I was pretty darn close.
*First of all, last night there was a thrilling basketball game between Kentucky and the top ranked team in the entire nation, Florida. The game was pretty interesting considering Kentucky got whipped by Floriday twice last year. One of those times happened to occur on Senior Night for Kentucky. As you can surmise Kentucky was not the best team in the world last year. *sigh* Anyways moving on, Kentucky came back from a 16-point deficit and started playing hard. It all came down to a last second three point shot which would tie the game and take it into overtime. If Kentucky didn't make it they would lose. The Kentucky player dribbled up the court to the sounds a roaring screaming crowd, threw up the shot, and clunk. The ball hit the front of the rim. End of story.
*In Sunday School today we had a debate about stem cell research. We were randomly assigned to two different groups. One group was supposed to argue for stem cell research, the other against it. But I'll tell more about that later.
*Much to my discomfort I was asked to read Scripture in church this morning. Yes that's right in front of the whole church. I knew that it was just reading, but that didn't stop me from getting nervous. The stop of standing up and speaking in front of about 300 people was utterly terrifying. The service seemed to take forever to start, and by the time it did my mouth had gone utterly dry. A short business session began. I began to wish I was on Mars. By the time that ordeal was over we launched into a hymn. Unfortunately for me we had to sing two of them. Not that I didn't want to but I seriously wanted to get this reading ordeal over with. During the singing I began to imagine myself fainting or throwing up over the whole church. My face started turning beet red. When the singing finally ended we all sat down and the prelude began. I wished I was dead. Finally it was time. My legs were shaking so bad I was surprised I made it up there. I made it through it, however. I suppose I did all right. :) When it was over I was so relieved I almost jumped through the roof. Okay maybe not but I was pretty darn close.
Friday, February 9, 2007
Game review
Since I really have nothing to post about my eventful life at the moment, I thought I'd post a review for the computer game Mall Tycoon 3. Here goes:
The object of this game you might ask? To run your own mall and become a mall tycoon. (Goodness. Who would have thought?) You start out by building the floor of your mall which starts out so very nice and clean. Then people come in and throw their junk on it no matter how many trash cans you put in. *sigh* Anyways I'm getting ahead of myself. Besides floors you get to put in stores, hire employees, and raise the rent of those stores. You get to click on customers and see what they want, hire janitors and mechanics, hire police, (who sometimes let criminals walk right past them without a second glance), and advertise your mall.
This game is very enjoyable (even though about half of my malls have failed by now) and is certainly not mindless. Things I don't like about the game? I definitly wish there were a wider variety of stores available. I think it would be great fun if you could design your own stores, put in your own products, etc. Okay I know I'm getting too complicated. This game is still great fun, however, so I give it 4 stars out of 5. Check it out for yourself. Just a reminder. The first time you play it might be wise to make sure there' s an entrance to your mall. Take it from somebody who was dumb enough to forget all about that for a little while. :)
The object of this game you might ask? To run your own mall and become a mall tycoon. (Goodness. Who would have thought?) You start out by building the floor of your mall which starts out so very nice and clean. Then people come in and throw their junk on it no matter how many trash cans you put in. *sigh* Anyways I'm getting ahead of myself. Besides floors you get to put in stores, hire employees, and raise the rent of those stores. You get to click on customers and see what they want, hire janitors and mechanics, hire police, (who sometimes let criminals walk right past them without a second glance), and advertise your mall.
This game is very enjoyable (even though about half of my malls have failed by now) and is certainly not mindless. Things I don't like about the game? I definitly wish there were a wider variety of stores available. I think it would be great fun if you could design your own stores, put in your own products, etc. Okay I know I'm getting too complicated. This game is still great fun, however, so I give it 4 stars out of 5. Check it out for yourself. Just a reminder. The first time you play it might be wise to make sure there' s an entrance to your mall. Take it from somebody who was dumb enough to forget all about that for a little while. :)
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Stem cell research- Part Three
This week I'm going to discuss a few more ethical objections to stem cell research. Here are two main ones:
1: Many Christians believe that it's simply unnatural to mess with stem cells. They think that by doing this we are trying to be God ourselves instead of letting God be God. We should let God decide the time for us to die, they state, and trying to prolong our lives that way is simply against the laws of nature. Some contradictions to this statment are "who says God isn't working through these doctors to help people? Who says God doesn't want doctors to do this?" I'm not taking any sides here now. I'm simply stating two different opinions.
2: There are many arguements as to when the soul enters the embryo. When does killing the embryo became murder? That is a question many Christians and people of different religions debate. Muslims believe that souls don't enter the bodies of babies until several days after they are born. Thus Muslims don't object to stem cell research. Many Christians, however, believe that once there's life there's a soul there. I mean the body and soul aren't separated that much are they? Hmm this is going pretty deep. I'll have to think on that one.
What do you think about these objections? Next week our class is having a debate on this subject. (That should be entertaining. haha) I'll try to state my opinion on all of this and wrap this up next week.
1: Many Christians believe that it's simply unnatural to mess with stem cells. They think that by doing this we are trying to be God ourselves instead of letting God be God. We should let God decide the time for us to die, they state, and trying to prolong our lives that way is simply against the laws of nature. Some contradictions to this statment are "who says God isn't working through these doctors to help people? Who says God doesn't want doctors to do this?" I'm not taking any sides here now. I'm simply stating two different opinions.
2: There are many arguements as to when the soul enters the embryo. When does killing the embryo became murder? That is a question many Christians and people of different religions debate. Muslims believe that souls don't enter the bodies of babies until several days after they are born. Thus Muslims don't object to stem cell research. Many Christians, however, believe that once there's life there's a soul there. I mean the body and soul aren't separated that much are they? Hmm this is going pretty deep. I'll have to think on that one.
What do you think about these objections? Next week our class is having a debate on this subject. (That should be entertaining. haha) I'll try to state my opinion on all of this and wrap this up next week.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Trojan Horse-Part Three
Okay here we go. The final part.
Demacus’ house became a flurry of activity over the next few minutes. It had taken him quite a while to explain his whole reason for leaving to his family and it had been very difficult trying to convince his wife of the danger. After all, she had lived here her whole life and she most certainly did not want to leave now. Still, Demacus seemed to be very serious about the whole affair, and she reluctantly agreed to go along with his plan.
Demacus was growing more and more worried that the commander would wonder at his long absence and come to his house and investigate for himself. He paced up and down the street in front of his house impatiently, waiting for his family to finish their packing. Demacus sighed in frustration as he realized had no utter idea where he and his family would live now. Oh well he thought desperately. I’ll figure something out. At least I was able to convince Paris and his family to come with me. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Demacus, his family emerged from their house for the last time ready to leave.
Demacus’ wife turned to him one last time before leaving. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do? You have no proof that the Greeks are about to attack again? I mean what harm would a wooden horse do to us?"
Demacus sighed. "I just don’t believe that the people of Troy are doing the right thing. That Greek spy worried me. " He looked imploringly at his wife. "Just trust me." He hurriedly turned away and quickly led the way down the street where he met Paris in front of his humble dwelling. Together the two families hurried towards the emergency exit at the back of the city. Only the soldiers knew about it, and Demacus began feeling guilty about his desertion. What more could he do, however? As the families left the city very quietly and stealthily as to keep out of sight, Demacus heard the grunts and cries of the people as they heaved the horse into the city. He sighed and turned away. "Hurry!" he whispered. "We can at least make it to that rock shelter about a mile from here. We can do our main bulk of traveling in the morning."
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Early the next morning Demacus jerked awake to the sounds of screams and shouting. He stood up hurriedly and quietly kept away from his family’s camp careful not to wake those within. As he approached the outskirts of the city he gasped. The city appeared to be in shambles. People were running around screaming, and Greek soldiers were everywhere. Where had they come from? Terror gripped Demacus. As he turned to leave the city he felt a strong grip on his arm.
"Don’t worry, Demacus," whispered Paris urgently. "It’s just me."
"What are you doing here?" Demacus asked in confusion. "I thought you were back at camp."
"No time for that!" Paris whispered urgently. "We have to get out of here. I’ll explain on the way." He grabbed Demacus’ arm and began hurrying him back towards their camp.
On the way back to camp, Demacus got the full story from Paris. Paris had sneaked back to the city earlier that morning to pick up some important items he had accidentally left behind in his former home. Obviously, the city of Troy had been having a huge party beforehand, as most of the people were lying around drunk. As Paris started to leave he heard shrieks and grunts and saw the Trojan horse begin to open. From inside spilled many Greek soldiers fully armed and ready to attack. Soon they had captured the city. The Greeks hadn’t gone home at all. It had all been a trick. Even the spy had played a part. After capturing the city, the Greeks rescued Helen from Prince Paris and got her back to Greece.
Demacus sighed to himself as they reentered camp. "Funny isn’t it," he mumbled to Paris. "The people of Troy would have been perfectly safe if they had just stayed in their city and not brought the horse in. Was it their pride that caused them to do something so risky, or was it that something evil looked so good to them they had to have it? I don’t understand. That city served them well but they abandoned it. Now everything is ruined for them because of what they did. It’s as simple as that."
The End
Demacus’ house became a flurry of activity over the next few minutes. It had taken him quite a while to explain his whole reason for leaving to his family and it had been very difficult trying to convince his wife of the danger. After all, she had lived here her whole life and she most certainly did not want to leave now. Still, Demacus seemed to be very serious about the whole affair, and she reluctantly agreed to go along with his plan.
Demacus was growing more and more worried that the commander would wonder at his long absence and come to his house and investigate for himself. He paced up and down the street in front of his house impatiently, waiting for his family to finish their packing. Demacus sighed in frustration as he realized had no utter idea where he and his family would live now. Oh well he thought desperately. I’ll figure something out. At least I was able to convince Paris and his family to come with me. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Demacus, his family emerged from their house for the last time ready to leave.
Demacus’ wife turned to him one last time before leaving. "Are you sure this is the right thing to do? You have no proof that the Greeks are about to attack again? I mean what harm would a wooden horse do to us?"
Demacus sighed. "I just don’t believe that the people of Troy are doing the right thing. That Greek spy worried me. " He looked imploringly at his wife. "Just trust me." He hurriedly turned away and quickly led the way down the street where he met Paris in front of his humble dwelling. Together the two families hurried towards the emergency exit at the back of the city. Only the soldiers knew about it, and Demacus began feeling guilty about his desertion. What more could he do, however? As the families left the city very quietly and stealthily as to keep out of sight, Demacus heard the grunts and cries of the people as they heaved the horse into the city. He sighed and turned away. "Hurry!" he whispered. "We can at least make it to that rock shelter about a mile from here. We can do our main bulk of traveling in the morning."
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Early the next morning Demacus jerked awake to the sounds of screams and shouting. He stood up hurriedly and quietly kept away from his family’s camp careful not to wake those within. As he approached the outskirts of the city he gasped. The city appeared to be in shambles. People were running around screaming, and Greek soldiers were everywhere. Where had they come from? Terror gripped Demacus. As he turned to leave the city he felt a strong grip on his arm.
"Don’t worry, Demacus," whispered Paris urgently. "It’s just me."
"What are you doing here?" Demacus asked in confusion. "I thought you were back at camp."
"No time for that!" Paris whispered urgently. "We have to get out of here. I’ll explain on the way." He grabbed Demacus’ arm and began hurrying him back towards their camp.
On the way back to camp, Demacus got the full story from Paris. Paris had sneaked back to the city earlier that morning to pick up some important items he had accidentally left behind in his former home. Obviously, the city of Troy had been having a huge party beforehand, as most of the people were lying around drunk. As Paris started to leave he heard shrieks and grunts and saw the Trojan horse begin to open. From inside spilled many Greek soldiers fully armed and ready to attack. Soon they had captured the city. The Greeks hadn’t gone home at all. It had all been a trick. Even the spy had played a part. After capturing the city, the Greeks rescued Helen from Prince Paris and got her back to Greece.
Demacus sighed to himself as they reentered camp. "Funny isn’t it," he mumbled to Paris. "The people of Troy would have been perfectly safe if they had just stayed in their city and not brought the horse in. Was it their pride that caused them to do something so risky, or was it that something evil looked so good to them they had to have it? I don’t understand. That city served them well but they abandoned it. Now everything is ruined for them because of what they did. It’s as simple as that."
The End
Friday, February 2, 2007
Trojan Horse- Part Two
Here is part two to my story. Man this thing is turning out longer than I thought. haha.
"Demacus! Demacus! Come quickly!"
Demacus jerked awake at the sound of his name. He hurriedly leaped up from the floor he had been sleeping on and raced outside. Had the Greeks taken the city. Panic gripped him as he dashed down the streets of Troy.
"Over here, Demacus!"
Demacus hurriedly passed through the people thronged all around the city. What in the world was going on? "Paris!" he cried as he approached his friend. "Was that you calling?"
Paris nodded excitedly. "You’ll never guess what has happened! The Greeks are gone! They sailed away last night!"
Demacus stood dumb with shock. "You’ve got to be kidding," he whispered. It was too good to be true. After all these years the war had ended just like that?
"That’s not all though," yelled Paris over the din. "The Greeks left something behind them. Come out and see!"
Demacus hesitantly followed Paris through the crowd and out of the city gates. Was this a trick? He suddenly stopped still and gasped in shock. There standing before the city stood a huge wooden horse.
"It’s a trick!" yelled someone. "Why else would the Greeks leave a huge horse like that?"
"No, it’s not," remarked a second. "It’s probably just a sign that we defeated them."
Demacus turned uncertainly to Paris. "What do you thi-?"
"Hey! Look what we have here!"
Demacus whipped around and saw two Trojan soldiers dragging a frightened looking stranger through the throng of Trojans. The soldiers quickly deposited their burden by the wooden horse, but continued to keep a close eye on him.
"Please don’t hurt me!" pleaded the man. "I’ll tell you everything about me. I’m a Greek!"
Everyone in the crowd gasped. "But I thought all the Greeks were gone!" yelled Paris, his face fraught with anxiety.
"I was the only one left here," replied the man, beads of sweat appearing on his brow. "I was left here to tell you that the Greeks have given up so they left this horse as a peace offering." The man looked uncertainly up at the huge horse. "You might not be able to get it in the city though," he mused. "We didn’t realize it would be so big."
Demacus tensed. He was beginning to feel very uneasy.
"Take him away!" yelled one of the important commanders in the city, and the frightened Greek was dragged away.
"Did you hear what that man said?" announced one of the townsmen. "He’s got a point. Do you think we can get it in the city?"
"By the gods of course we can!" shouted another. "All we need is a few men to drag it in"
"Yes!" shouted the excited crowd. Immediately people began racing to get some ropes to pull the horse with. "Volunteers! Volunteers!" shouted one man. "We need people to help us pull the horse in."
Demacus stood with Paris uncertainly at the edge of the crowd. There seemed to be something about this whole affair that didn’t seem right.
"Demacus!" yelled one of the commanders. "Get over here and help us pull the horse in!"
"Sir, doesn’t this whole horse thing sound kind of odd to you?" asked Demacus. "I mean after all, why can’t we just leave the horse outside?"
"And what would be the point of that?" asked the commander impatiently. "Really, Demacus, you can be quite slow sometimes."
"But, sir," Demacus pleaded. "It might be a trick of some sort. After all these years why would the Greeks just calmly sail away?"
"Because we won that’s why!"cried the commander. "A trick indeed." He swore angrily under his breath. "By the gods I thought you had more common sense than that, Demacus! Now come help us pull the horse in. Right now!" he bellowed as Demacus made no move toward the horse.
"Yes, sir," replied Demacus meekly. "First can I go tell my family the good news though?"
The commander sighed. "All right. This is a day to celebrate after all. But hurry back now!"
"All right. I will, sir," answered Demacus as he hurriedly retreated back into the city gates. He sighed to himself as he hurried home. This whole affair was perfectly ludicrous. The city was perfectly safe now, but it might not be so safe after a strange horse was inside. Through all this the city’s fortress had protected them. Were they going to mess it all up now by toying with something dangerous? He hated to lie to the commander, but he couldn’t just stand by while the people of Troy did something stupid and let his family suffer for it. Sure it might seem stupid to some for him to sneak his whole family out of Troy when he had no evidence that the horse even was a trick in the first place. After all he could be killed for deserting the army since he hadn’t officially been pardoned from service yet. Still he had to do something.
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I'll post the last part tomorrow.
"Demacus! Demacus! Come quickly!"
Demacus jerked awake at the sound of his name. He hurriedly leaped up from the floor he had been sleeping on and raced outside. Had the Greeks taken the city. Panic gripped him as he dashed down the streets of Troy.
"Over here, Demacus!"
Demacus hurriedly passed through the people thronged all around the city. What in the world was going on? "Paris!" he cried as he approached his friend. "Was that you calling?"
Paris nodded excitedly. "You’ll never guess what has happened! The Greeks are gone! They sailed away last night!"
Demacus stood dumb with shock. "You’ve got to be kidding," he whispered. It was too good to be true. After all these years the war had ended just like that?
"That’s not all though," yelled Paris over the din. "The Greeks left something behind them. Come out and see!"
Demacus hesitantly followed Paris through the crowd and out of the city gates. Was this a trick? He suddenly stopped still and gasped in shock. There standing before the city stood a huge wooden horse.
"It’s a trick!" yelled someone. "Why else would the Greeks leave a huge horse like that?"
"No, it’s not," remarked a second. "It’s probably just a sign that we defeated them."
Demacus turned uncertainly to Paris. "What do you thi-?"
"Hey! Look what we have here!"
Demacus whipped around and saw two Trojan soldiers dragging a frightened looking stranger through the throng of Trojans. The soldiers quickly deposited their burden by the wooden horse, but continued to keep a close eye on him.
"Please don’t hurt me!" pleaded the man. "I’ll tell you everything about me. I’m a Greek!"
Everyone in the crowd gasped. "But I thought all the Greeks were gone!" yelled Paris, his face fraught with anxiety.
"I was the only one left here," replied the man, beads of sweat appearing on his brow. "I was left here to tell you that the Greeks have given up so they left this horse as a peace offering." The man looked uncertainly up at the huge horse. "You might not be able to get it in the city though," he mused. "We didn’t realize it would be so big."
Demacus tensed. He was beginning to feel very uneasy.
"Take him away!" yelled one of the important commanders in the city, and the frightened Greek was dragged away.
"Did you hear what that man said?" announced one of the townsmen. "He’s got a point. Do you think we can get it in the city?"
"By the gods of course we can!" shouted another. "All we need is a few men to drag it in"
"Yes!" shouted the excited crowd. Immediately people began racing to get some ropes to pull the horse with. "Volunteers! Volunteers!" shouted one man. "We need people to help us pull the horse in."
Demacus stood with Paris uncertainly at the edge of the crowd. There seemed to be something about this whole affair that didn’t seem right.
"Demacus!" yelled one of the commanders. "Get over here and help us pull the horse in!"
"Sir, doesn’t this whole horse thing sound kind of odd to you?" asked Demacus. "I mean after all, why can’t we just leave the horse outside?"
"And what would be the point of that?" asked the commander impatiently. "Really, Demacus, you can be quite slow sometimes."
"But, sir," Demacus pleaded. "It might be a trick of some sort. After all these years why would the Greeks just calmly sail away?"
"Because we won that’s why!"cried the commander. "A trick indeed." He swore angrily under his breath. "By the gods I thought you had more common sense than that, Demacus! Now come help us pull the horse in. Right now!" he bellowed as Demacus made no move toward the horse.
"Yes, sir," replied Demacus meekly. "First can I go tell my family the good news though?"
The commander sighed. "All right. This is a day to celebrate after all. But hurry back now!"
"All right. I will, sir," answered Demacus as he hurriedly retreated back into the city gates. He sighed to himself as he hurried home. This whole affair was perfectly ludicrous. The city was perfectly safe now, but it might not be so safe after a strange horse was inside. Through all this the city’s fortress had protected them. Were they going to mess it all up now by toying with something dangerous? He hated to lie to the commander, but he couldn’t just stand by while the people of Troy did something stupid and let his family suffer for it. Sure it might seem stupid to some for him to sneak his whole family out of Troy when he had no evidence that the horse even was a trick in the first place. After all he could be killed for deserting the army since he hadn’t officially been pardoned from service yet. Still he had to do something.
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I'll post the last part tomorrow.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Trojan Horse
Since I really have nothing to say about my current life I thought I'd share a story I did for school recently. The assignment was to retell a Greek myth and make it have a Christian theme. I did The Trojan Horse and it was quite difficult so don't jump on me too hard if you don't like it. (haha) This is just part one due to the fact that it's rather long. I'll post the next two parts Friday and Saturday. Enjoy. (Hopefully ) :)
A Retelling of The Trojan Horse
Demacus patrolled the city of Troy, his body near to collapse with exhaustion. How long had this war against the Greeks been going on? 9 years? 10? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was that for almost a decade he had been a devoted soldier to the city of Troy, and now he wanted more than anything to desert. He missed being able to spend time with his wife and three children. He seemed to be always patrolling, always scanning the horizon for Greek soldiers. He smiled faintly remembering trying to explain to his eldest son how the war had started. Paris, son of the king of Troy, had fallen in love with Helen, wife of Menelaus King of Sparta, and had kidnaped her and taken her to Troy. The Greeks, filled with rage at what had occurred right under their very noses, had fitted out an army and headed to Troy. It had gotten so utterly stupid in Demacus’ mind. It just didn’t seem fair that the people of Troy had hardly any food because of the Greek blockade around the city, all because of the selfishness of Paris. Demacus’ thoughts shifted as he heard the cry of the general. "Change shifts! Change shifts!"
Finally thought Demacus as he jumped up and headed toward his home to get a few needed minutes of sleep. He needed something to get him going. "Coming, Paris?" he shouted to a friend of his who unluckily shared the same name as the prince who had started the whole bloody war affair. Paris possessed completely opposite characteristics than Prince Paris. He was selfless, forgiving, kind, and had been a soldier for Troy even longer than Demacus had. As the two men headed toward the town square Demacus sighed to himself. Would the Greeks ever give up?
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As Ulysses paced the floor inside his spacious home his brow furrowed in thought. Since he happened to the famous Greek general he had to think of a plan to capture the city of Troy, but what? How would he ever manage to rescue the beautiful Helen if he and his men couldn’t even get anywhere near the city gates? Even thought the Greeks had surrounded Troy the war had been dragging on for years now, and Ulysses himself was plain sick of the whole affair. So were his men. Pretty soon they might get so tired of fighting they might mutiny. He had to think of something and fast. Suddenly Ulysses stopped in the middle of his pace up and down the floor and snapped his fingers. It’s perfect he thought. It’s a very clever trick, but it could easily go wrong if we’re not extremely careful. I’m sure we can pull it off though. We have to, he reasoned, as he hurriedly raced out of his home and through the cobblestoned streets of Sparta. He had to tell his men about the plan. If they were going to get it done they had a lot of work to do.
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A Retelling of The Trojan Horse
Demacus patrolled the city of Troy, his body near to collapse with exhaustion. How long had this war against the Greeks been going on? 9 years? 10? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was that for almost a decade he had been a devoted soldier to the city of Troy, and now he wanted more than anything to desert. He missed being able to spend time with his wife and three children. He seemed to be always patrolling, always scanning the horizon for Greek soldiers. He smiled faintly remembering trying to explain to his eldest son how the war had started. Paris, son of the king of Troy, had fallen in love with Helen, wife of Menelaus King of Sparta, and had kidnaped her and taken her to Troy. The Greeks, filled with rage at what had occurred right under their very noses, had fitted out an army and headed to Troy. It had gotten so utterly stupid in Demacus’ mind. It just didn’t seem fair that the people of Troy had hardly any food because of the Greek blockade around the city, all because of the selfishness of Paris. Demacus’ thoughts shifted as he heard the cry of the general. "Change shifts! Change shifts!"
Finally thought Demacus as he jumped up and headed toward his home to get a few needed minutes of sleep. He needed something to get him going. "Coming, Paris?" he shouted to a friend of his who unluckily shared the same name as the prince who had started the whole bloody war affair. Paris possessed completely opposite characteristics than Prince Paris. He was selfless, forgiving, kind, and had been a soldier for Troy even longer than Demacus had. As the two men headed toward the town square Demacus sighed to himself. Would the Greeks ever give up?
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As Ulysses paced the floor inside his spacious home his brow furrowed in thought. Since he happened to the famous Greek general he had to think of a plan to capture the city of Troy, but what? How would he ever manage to rescue the beautiful Helen if he and his men couldn’t even get anywhere near the city gates? Even thought the Greeks had surrounded Troy the war had been dragging on for years now, and Ulysses himself was plain sick of the whole affair. So were his men. Pretty soon they might get so tired of fighting they might mutiny. He had to think of something and fast. Suddenly Ulysses stopped in the middle of his pace up and down the floor and snapped his fingers. It’s perfect he thought. It’s a very clever trick, but it could easily go wrong if we’re not extremely careful. I’m sure we can pull it off though. We have to, he reasoned, as he hurriedly raced out of his home and through the cobblestoned streets of Sparta. He had to tell his men about the plan. If they were going to get it done they had a lot of work to do.
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