Hidden: The End....

Something miraculous happened. We barely slept due to starvation. This morning when my dad stood by the opening of the cavern to view the outside world, he saw loaves of bread laying there right by his feet. Oh, we were so hungry that we took at least 30minutes to eat. The most amazing thing is that there still are leftovers after at least the ten (or more) of us feed ourselves. God provided us. This experience made us wonder a little. I was thinking if God is keeping us alive when we could've died, what does that mean? Are there more obstacles to bear until he comes? Is it to test our persistence, trust, hope, faith (etc.) in Him? I don't know. Random thoughts just come across my mind every moment of the day. 

There is nothing much to do in our hiding place, except discussing about the Word of God. Ofcourse, we are very glad to have valuable, precious moments like these because we knew we could've been in a worse situation. As to what the rest of world is up to, we don't have the slightest clue. Though, you can tell by common sense that things are getting worse. Sometimes, the dark smokes fill up the clouds, and it's very depressing. There might be some wars and rage going on out there. In moments like these, I feel thankful to God for guiding us throughout our journey. Looking back at my life in city a few months before, things are really displaced now. Despite the lack of food, the physical pain, and the anxiety I had to suffer now and then,  I'm extremely grateful for the quiet and peaceful moment amid the crazy events occurring in this current world. Who knows when I will live through times like this will ever again? 

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I'm afraid... I won't be able to write again. There's was a huge explosion near our place yesterday after I wrote to you. The heat of the wave and maybe the radiation, or worse, the chemicals affected us. These agonizing boils, rash, and blood pouring from our bodies. My hands are really painful right now as I'm writing to you. But I don't want to abandon you. I might as well write while the pain is in its lowest stage. With all these burdens, we can't manage to escape again. Our conditions are much worse in reality, so you won't completely understand.

Oh! NO! My body is experiencing new symptoms. Our cave is like a hospital full of traumatic patients. My heart is convinced that Jesus is here with us. I want to believe so. Crying and wailing won't help our pain. That would only worsen it. I received help from my sister to write to you, but as her illness is worse than mine, I'm off on my own. I won't be able to write again. My hands are aching in pain. I want to write my last words and feelings to you. Hope is the only thing that motivated us to live our life without giving up. My family and I, are patiently waiting for Jesus' arrival — our ONLY hope. We might still be alive, or we might decease. But what does that matter as long as we are ready for Him? Already living in Him. 

Hidden: Lacking Food

The rest of my family and the hunting group returned to the cave with a decent amount of food for today. They were fairly shocked, and glad to find me fully awake. It's unnecessary to trade conversations right now. We automatically get that everyone has been fighting against some kind of hunger. For me, I realize how hungry I was until I catch a glimpse of the miraculous source of food they have gathered. Foods that were only available to us in the city (pre-hiding time): plenty of fruits, vegetables, nuts, and meat for the non-vegetarians. Little time was wasted, and more time was spent on feeding our empty stomaches. With a great relief, we had a long conversation after the meal.

~ It won't be long before we either survive or die from starvation. This cave secured us inside the confinement of its walls. It doesn't provide food, or safety outside. Because of the lack of food resources near our area, different groups must risk their life to search for edible things farther into the woods. If only this is possible. We had food for today, but what about tomorrow? You see, one of the younger guys in out group reported that most of the woods were in fire, leaving the ground with ashes. Less food. If they could've seen it beforehand, more foods could've been collected. But they didn't. We have no clue if it's the act of nature or humanity. We don't know, therefore, we are stuck in here for protection. 

Is this the end? Dying from starvation? O God, only You know everything. I — everyone of us long to be with you in heaven. The wages of sin is death, but are there any spark of hope for us to live in you forever? 

Hidden: The Martial Law

I regain my consciousness of reality in the middle of nowhere. I am sitting against a tree bark. How long was I asleep? The trees block my sight in every direction. Does my family survived? Am I really alone here? My vision is still blurred. Tears sprinkle down my face without my command; tears that are irrevocable. This once beautiful place is surely damaged by the menacing storm. As my vision cleared, I  began to look for my family and the rest of our group. 

The chilly wind is blowing my face as I find my way through the fallen trees. I spot something rare with my peripheral vision. It looks white — like a paper. This is a newsletter used for communication, so I pick it up and read the letters on the page. This particular page includes news such as the beginning of executing rebels, the unity the government successfully brought among the major population of the earth, and some other entertainment news. I am very grateful for the update until something attract my attention. The headline reads 'Mission To Hunt Rebels Outside The City [Martial law]'. This is self-explanatory. 

Before the storm hits, the government must have started their mission. Seems like they weren't too far behind us for this paper to get here. I sense right away that God is providing me some vital information. All of a sudden, I feel numb as my mind is urging my body to find my parents. My body is weakening — ....

I hear my mom and dad calling my name. Moments later, my brother and sister joined. They are safe, aren't they? But why am I not seeing their faces? 

My eyes finally open. I'm in a small, dark cave. There was a fire, and there is my sister beside me. I sit up from my lying position as my sister's eyes meet mine. Without hesitating, I asked "What happened? Where were you guys? Where in the world are we? Where's mom and dad and our brother?". The questions that didn't enter my mind filter. Surprisingly, my sister calmly explain to me what has happened. 

It's been four days since they found me lying on the ground with the newsletter in my hand. When my parents found out about the martial law, they made the decision to run toward the river they had located earlier. They carried me along with them. Some people that followed us observed traps, but it's too late for them to warn my father before he stepped on one of them. That's when he dropped me, and the net enclosed me instead of him. Fortunately, one guy brought a pocket knife with him. After that incident, the group rushed towards the river, crossed it, and found a cave for temporary shelter — that's where we are now. 

No one is sure if the traps have some kind of detecting device. Why would it matter? God can do anything beyond human's abilities. He has the authority and power to protect us as long as we believe in Him. Currently, the rest of my family and a couple of guys are going out to look for food, while some stayed with us. Ironically, my mind is in the most peaceful stage right now ever since the beginning of this hiding thing. I guess it's a sign of assurance from God. I can see it in everyone's faces. 

Hidden: A Storm

It has been several days since we settled in this location. My body was filled with goosebumps whenever my sister made the statement, "We have foods and clothes to wear. But we don't know much about this place, yet. What if this place is vulnerable to storms and disasters?". I know she cared much about safety more than any of us, but I had the feeling that some disastrous storm might attack us whenever I hear the statement. Looking back, it's like I secretly possess a sixth sense. It sounds nonsense, but it's partly true.

After sunset, we formed a fire and beddings on the grass. The weather had gotten colder as the night arrived. The clouds of darkness spread over the sky. No one knows what might be coming. Suddenly, a blast of wind blowed through the trees and reached our hiding place. Our bonfire was extinguished. Screams, shouts, and painful tears cried out amidst the chaos. Someone bravely shouted, "Do not be afraid for God is with us. Everybody come this way, and let's stay close to one another." Everyone head towards the familiar voice. Momentarily, the rain began to pour down on us. I shiver like a wild dog. This is a horrific nightmare. I couldn't hear the sound effects of lightning and thunders clashing down the trees. This place is mostly dangerous for thunderstorms.

I don't understand which is worse — being executed by the government, or suffering and dying from natural disasters. I push the thought away as I held onto my mom and sister's hands tightly. The world is fading away in my head. The space is empty with blackness instead of brightness. At least it's quiet and peaceful here. I don't want to wake up and see my loved ones dying or hurting. I wish I could stay. 

 

Hidden: Moving On...

The time has come when this place no longer provide safety for us. Our nights are restless and frightening. One time, we spotted some campers when we gathered foods. They were laughing and talking about hunting down animals. Everyone is warned to avoid association with obvious strangers. By the morning, my parents and other adults are willing to run somewhere else deeper into the woods. This means risking our lives. We pack our few belongings anyway to begin another journey. 

As we head farther away from the city into the wilderness, the weather changes from sunny and dry to rainy and wet. All of the younger children like my siblings and I are tired and worn out by the time the sun set in the horizon, far beyond our reach. We have walked the whole day through thorns and bushes. Our bodies are filled with rash and scars from cuts. The mothers care for our wounds as some of the fathers stayed while some search for meal. After the sun has completely set, we make beds out of the leaves, and a small fire to keep ourselves warm before sleeping. Everyone must be exaggerated.

It was almost sunrise when I wake up. My brother and sister, my parents, and several people are already busy. It's another day for us to continue our journey. For the next few days, we will be detecting a safe location for temporary settlement as we walk into the wilderness. We don't have abundant resources, and we don't know what's waiting ahead of us or what's chasing behind us. We can only hope and pray as we go. 

We finally are settling down into a grassland, surrounded by heavy-leafed woods. The good thing about this place is that it is hard to spot from faraway. Even though the ground is rough and uneven, the place is well hidden from above, below and around; there is no wide opening between the trees. I believe that God leaded us at this place. It is one of the best places one could ask for after days (and some nights) of walking. There are some foods near the area, so access to food will be much easier. I am physically and mentally worn out. Though, my fears on wild animals is not helpful. All I want to say is God is still good as always! 

Hidden: A Conflict

By this time, I am certain that everyone of us in hiding is very opinionated and stubborn. I wonder how long this will last, but it won't ease our hardships. The interesting thing about our group is our diversity. We are people from around the world only united by our beliefs. The diversity can create some arguments on what to eat, telling others what to do — just mainly on the personal beliefs. I bet it's really hard for some people to just go with the flow in this type of situation. But that's kind of ironic. 

Yesterday night, the adults were discussing about where to go next. It sounds too depressing, so I left and go to sleep. It was only for a short period of time before the voices woke me up. Mr. Piper, in his 60s, was accused of shenanigans. For some reason, that sounds silly to me because we barely have any valuables. Maybe it's just my family. I don't know what the other's possessions to this point in this place. Poor Mr.Piper. I barely know him, but some people say he's a greedy old man who always deny. We are blanketed in desperation. If stuff like this —finding faults in each other —repeatedly occurs, it wouldn't get safer for any of us since matters might be worse in the city. Who knows where we might end up in the next few days? 

Hidden: The Sickness

Our days are becoming more miserable and stressful. The weather was awful for the last couple of days. One day it's hot and rainy, and cold and sunny the other. Some people in our group are getting sick due to the unpredictable weather changes. Most of the illnesses are not as serious as some. However, my friend Leah's disease is getting worse every day with different symptoms attacking every other day. We are nearby the middle of the jungle. She can't go back to find treatment in the hospital. Surely, the dirty condition in the wilderness offers no pain relief. Instead, it created infections that worsen to the point it's even painful to look at her face, which were full of puss. As none of us are medically experienced, our only hope was one of our companion Old Venus; a former doctor at the famous Kwell-Ditor Hospital. Without the resources that were available back in the city, all she could do was to use some of her knowledge on plants and their healing powers. The plants would relief the pain for no more than what seems to be an hour. After a couple of days and nights of switching leaves, Old Venus declares she'd no idea what this illness is and afraid that it might be uncurable. We encouraged Leah to stay strong and fight the evil disease; that she could win this battle; that she can't give up. But there's nothing we could do except pray; saying a prayer to our Heavenly Father for protection over everyone and Leah. Three days later, Leah had given up on her battle. 

We still pray everyday. But by now every one is losing some kind of physical, emotional and mental wellness. For me, my mental/emotional wellness is deteriorating. I can't comprehend what I see. Leah's dead two days ago, and I don't feel anything. I don't feel any pain and fear. She's my friend, and I love her. Sometimes, she's the only one that can understand my confusing life. Now I find myself sitting here waiting. Waiting for I-don't-know-what. Maybe for the interminable crisis to end? How despicable of me to avoid talking to Leah's parents. How they would feel losing their only daughter,that could only keep them going, now deceased— I can not know. I'm not even sure if they are in their right senses unlike me. The only thing my selfish little mind want is to leave this place alone. But all I wish is for someone to wake me up from this bad dream. 

Hidden: Disconnected

    I woke up late to this beautiful morning under the lights of the brightly shining sun. I didn't know what would come on my way throughout the day. Breakfast and lunch are cans of corns, fruits, and beans. It's too little or rather too much to satisfy my empty stomach. With common sense, all of us understands that we should be hunting for edible plants and more. In this type of situation, we're lucky to have a companion that could train us on the subject. He considered his knowledge surreptitiously throughout our previous journeys. We could definitely use it now. As I go to my parent's tent to talk to them,  I just realized that everyone was quieter than other days. Something must be happening. The moment I realize what it is, my father said, "No more radio. No more news. I hope you know what it means." And he walked out of the tent without even greeting me. A whip of pang hit against my chest. I try to tell myself it's not real. But it is.

Life in the Annex

      It has already been one year since Anne and her family were hiding.Things hadn't changed much in the secret annex. Mrs.van Daan and Dussel were often annoying to Anne. Anne also described the normal routine of going to bed every night. Everyone make their bed, go to the bathroom to wash up, and then it's time for bed at ten o'clock. Mr.Dussel would return late from his night office work. The gun shots at night often wake Anne at night, and she would run to her Father's bed until the shock is gone. How would it feel to sleep at night and hear gunshots, not just one night, but every night? The alarm clock goes off at 6:15 A.M., and at Dussel wake up at 7:15 A.M. to go to the bathroom. Then, another day in the annex begin. It's like a repeated cycle. I wonder what Anne think about her life? I know she said she doesn't fit in with them. But when I think about it, it's more serious than that. She had to live a life in the annex, can't sleep comfortably without interruption and never know when she'd would be found, captured or die. 

The Diary of Anne Frank Discussion

      In class today, I continue to read the Diary of Anne Frank. We also had a class discussion on some of the two questions that each one of us wrote. I asked the questions 'How would you feel when you find out that the owner sold the office building without notifying Mr.Kleiman and Mr.Kugler?' AND 'What is Mrs.van Daan's nickname given by everyone because of contradicting everybody? Mrs.______. Ans:(Beaverbrook).' Mine wasn't discussed in class, but some of the questions that were discussed includes 'How would it feel to have your electricity cut off because of overusing your ration?' Or 'How many pounds does Anne gained during their hiding? (19Ibs)', and some others.

      I'm on the part of the story where things are getting worse. People are deported to Germany and other camps where they suffer, and many people are being seperated from their families. Meanwhile, the Franks and van Daan's are beginning to face their fears as well. Since the owner of the office building (Secret Annex) sold it without notifying Mr.Kugler and Mr.Kleiman, there are higher chance of them to be discovered. Anne also talks about how everyone is scared, depressed, moody, and the encouraging rumors about hoping that Turkey would end its neutrality and join the Allies. If I were in Anne's situation, I would feel lost and confused in the horrible world. 

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       Many of the important German building are destroyed/burned. The foods were bad and the squabbles still go on in the Secret Annex. Everyone is mad ar everyone else. Anne's mother is feeling sad when she realized there's no more love between Anne and her. Anne felt indifferent about that. Everyone must be extra careful because sometimes they have German visitors downstairs in the office. Other than that, things are the sort of the same in the Annex. There's always some kind of tension. 

Hidden: The Help

      I'm too occupied over-thinking about nothing. My mind is full of nothingness. Wait, I never mentioned my gratitude for my dad's acquaintance, the Yarners. Let me go ahead and tell you something about them. They were a nice family with three kids. Without them, we wouldn't have left the city in the first place. We probably could, but it would be more challenging. They let us stay in the cabins in their property and gave us three meals a day without any cost. One time, my little sister got sick from eating a snack that contained gluten. We didn't have access to a clinic or hospital. We were helpless. Luckily, Amily Yerner (the 22-years-old, the only daughter) happened to be a nurse and took care of my sister. From then, they also made special dietary foods specifically for her. God blessed the Yarners family for their good hearts. We share the same beliefs, so I suppose they will have to find hiding sometimes soon if the government inspects the rural side of the country. I pray to God we will meet them again someday on earth and in heaven. 

Hidden: A Room

    Mira — my closest cousin. She has been dating her boyfriend for the last three years that I know of. They were always arguing over something but always make up. I don't know how they have abundant mercy for each other. Maybe that happens when you love someone. Surely, I'd never know. Before we left the city, Mira and her schatzi decided to refused to be part of the government's plan. This means Mira and her parents are hiding in the sub-urban area along with Tom, Mira's beau. Were they captured, too? I really didn't pay close attention to the radio last night until I was too tired. Even if Mira is alive, how would she feel about him dying? Would she be indifferent in the midst of the mayhem? 

     I try not to over exaggerate for now. Things could've been worse, or will possibly be worse. My family is safe here with me, and I know that God is comforting me. That's all I have to know to escape the severe pain this world caused to my mind and my body. I am not a hypochondriac. Even if I am being one, I think my condition is self-explanatory. My body is lacking the nutritions it needs, and my brain is perplexed due to the lack of sleep. Soon, the government will eventually hunt for us. Things will be different and way more dangerous. I will have to get plenty of rest, so I decided to lie down on the sheets and blankets laid on top of leaves.

     The moon is shining brightly across the sky — a perfect time to relive my life in the living room at our house in the city. The room is a place where everyone comes and go. It is full of life. Children like Mira and I used to play hide-n-seek and hid ourselves behind the couches, while the grownups sit and chat; it was comfort and energy. Out family gathered in the room every night to settle and worship; it's a place where we share our grief, tears, gratitude, and joy. The room itself is glowing brightly with vivacity. I don't want to wake up from this perfect dream into the shadowy world of reality. But, I have no choice. Only the memories I can relive. I will never be able to go back. 

Hidden: Captured

   It has been several days since out escape from the city to the farm, and now into the wilderness. My father brought his portable radio out along, which is helpful to keep us updated on the current events. Our companions rather consider it as my father's ingenuity. Everyday at 6:30 PM, the government announce the names of the people they have executed or captured into prison. The broadcast could go on for about 2 to 3 hours depending on the amount of people. We listen to it during dinner and when we prepare for naps at night time. I rarely sleep much these days. And so, one night, I stayed up late and had nothing to do but listen to the radio. I didn't really paid attention to it until a name so familiar was announced. I couldn't clearly make out who it was, but I remembered the name. I was awake the whole night, so it's first thing I asked my parents in the morning. As soon as they told me, I remembered; it was my cousin-sister's beau. 

Hidden: Escaping

The reality.... My dad usually always watched news channels to keep us updated on the current issues. Since the Adventist schools were closed due to the unsettled conflict in the government, my siblings and I stayed at home and do whatever in-door activities we would find interesting. Most days are full of boredomness. However, one evening, the news caught my attention. The headline stated, "The Final Decision". Successfully, I automatically guessed what it's all about. All this time, it has been the most obvious to most of us; the government has decided to unite with the Catholic Church (Rome). This means all Protestant churches have made the same decision as well. All of them must have contributed, or else, some would be in the same situation as us. Although, I highly doubt it. I still can't absorb into the reality. I should be happy that Jesus is coming, if not, very soon. Instead, I felt like its a nightmare that now we have to run and hide from these people who fell for the deceptions of Satan. 

       My gentle mother came into the living room from the kitchen. I must've dropped something out of shock because the glass I was holding earlier lie in pieces on the floor. As she help me clean the mess, my father walked in with my younger sister and my older brother. We gathered in silence. This can either be good news or bad news. I'm hoping it's both. My father began to talk with a stern expression. I worried if my family's delighted faces will ever return during our life in this world. It's all over the news that the oppurtunity to join and become one of them will be limited. Everyday we spend refusing and hiding instead of giving in, our chances will slowly ceased. Our (my family and fellow church members) final decision was simple, yet complicated. Before the government give any final notification, we only have one choice — to escape.  I don't know where, when, or how. One thing I'm sure, we won't surrender our ways of life to live like them. 

        My father reported that staying in the city would not be the safest location to be discovered in. Unsurprisingly, keeping the Sabbath became difficult because of the rule that we must work an extra day. If this goes on, my father is right; it won't be safe here. Without discussing, we packed our valuables to leave the city and head towards the countryside. Doing this involved abandoning our houses, belongings, the comfort of being home, and the memories. Along with several of our church members, we will be staying at the farms owned by our acquantainces for a while. At least, we will get to worship on the Sabbath there. 

        Finally, the door of opputunity to join the world closes, and the terror has begun. We're still stuck at the farms. Now, we have to run further into the wilderness. Everyday, the government and people are killing thousands and thousands of people in the cities who either didn't have the advantage to escape, or people who decided to risk their life for what they believe in. Courageous, I thought of them. If so, does running away from them means we are coward? We can't be. I will not be deceived to think that way. No, we are not coward. Even when we know we would be easily spotted with all the highly built technology, our determination won't deteriorate. Not even a little. Our faith in God is strong. The prophecy is here. It is happening. Through all these craziness of the world, we want to consider ourselves as the chosen ones. We, the remnants, hope that God will protect us. He is not going to forsake us. 

        I was too shocked about the events occured for the past few days and weeks that when I'm awake, I'm starting to feel the pain of losing the people I loved, realizing where I am, and our state of poor living in the wilderness. I want to ask God why it is so hard sometimes. I know I shouldn't be discouraged. I am strong with God. I will remain that way. With the prayers of my family, and with the love of God, I am getting emotionally, physically, and mentally better. The Words of God and the faith that my family and I shared are the things that motivated us to keep moving on. My only remaining goal and purpose of this life is to be with Jesus in heaven. It doesn't matter how much it would cost us. We're yearning for it. We are waiting desperately, and patiently for Him. Together. 

       

Hidden: Changes

     Panicked. I wake up this morning with the sun penetrating its light through the window. Lately, we often hear news about threatening the Seventh-day Adventists. It seems like it is coming true. Stores only sells products to customers who own the non-Adventist pass. With the lack of food, our hunger feels more real everyday. We won't survive ,especially in the city where most resources are banned and inaccessible to us, the Seventh-day Adventists. I get the sense that our family would have to seek protection and a hiding place someday soon. That's why I always ended up waking up with nightmares. One day, the reality creeps in.... (Time to go. I'll write again tomorrow to keep you updated.)

      

The Holocaust

        When I was in 5th grade, I learned some things about the Holocaust in my social studies class. The Holocaust is the mass killing of Jews by the Nazis during World War II. I faintly remembered what one of my teacher told me how the Holocaust began.  After World War I, the the Treaty of Versailles punished Germany for the damage they had caused in neighboring countries. Because of that punishment, Germany struggled to rebuild their economy. Many Germans were outraged as a result. Just then, Hitler became the famous leader who blamed the Jews for the misfortune of the country. So, the Nazis (lead by Hitler) started the terror. As the Holocaust began, many Jews (full blooded or half blooded) were put in concentration camps, killed, murdered, and threatened with brutality.  The cruelty went on for several years, resulting in the death of millions of Jews while a few managed to survive. 

       In addition to my social studies classes during 5th grade and middle school, I grasp more information about the event from a school trip to the Holocaust Mudeum at Washington D.C. The Diary of Anne Frank and 'The Boy in the Striped Pajamas' were some famous stories occurred in the Holocaust as well. I'd like to read the books to learn more about the perspectives of the Jews during this devastating period. Behind all the claimed facts, I want to discover the truth about why the Holocaust exist. 

Freedom Writers: The Movie

             It was a typical school day when our English 1 class watched Freedom Writers. At first, I predicted the movie to be tedious. Well, my thoughts definitely changed when the movie finished. While watching the movie, my emotional varies from happiness, sadness, hope, and compassion. If you haven't seen the movie or have no plan to watch it, you might want to reconsider your decision. This movie is mainly about the connection between students and teachers. Teachers are capable of teaching the students. However, they can change and inspire the lives of the students in unimaginable ways as well. 

              It was Mrs.Gruwell's first year teaching integrated English class at Woodrow Wilson High School. Her first class was much of a surprise to her when she discovered how much the students hated and avoid each other. Most of them were involved in gang violence. As days went by, Mrs.Gruwell made the effort to connect with her students and later found out about their struggles in life and the war that they're fighting everyday. Reading books involving gangs and the Holocaust changed the way the students viewed their life. 

             Through out the years, the students and Mrs.Gruwell maintained a strong tie. Mrs.Gruwell went through a divorce with her husband, and one of her student (Eva) went through a court trial where she either tell the truth or lie, to save their own people. In the end, they (the class and Mrs.G) make the right choices and stayed together through the ups and downs until senior highschool. Mrs.Gruwell ultimately made a difference in each student's life. 

             Some part of the story is applicable to me because I used to attend a school where many of my friends are involved in gangs, etc. I wanted to make a difference in their life but didn't have the courage to do so. From this movie that is based on a true story, I learned a valuable lesson — each one of us can always make a difference no matter what circumstances we are situated in life. At the end of the movie, I am convinced that this is NOT a boring movie at all. 

Freedom of Water Project

     After learning and doing researches about water global issues in my English 1 class, we were assigned a project based on the Freedom of Water - the effects water have on our human rights and society. I decided to work with some of my friends as a group. For this specific assignment, my friends and I agreed to celebrate Earth Day at our school. We will raise funds to help people who are lacking access to water in developing countries, and create awareness of the effects bottled water have in the lives of people and our environment. We have to be informed in order for our project to be successful. And so, our group decided to split among each other the subjects on what to research based on the negative affects of bottled water, people not having clean water available, how to get people to change, and how to effectively raise funds. Since this will be my first time doing a big community service, I think it will be challenging and new. Then, I realize everything will be enjoyable, easier, and effective because of my awesome group members. I am also really excited to advocate the major global issue about water and make a difference in this world. I believe that even the smallest difference is valuable, and our efforts are not going to be worthless.

The Importance of Writing

  Writing was my least favorite subject. I often struggled with writing out my thoughts or sharing it to others (maybe you can tell that I'm still having a hard time). By reading two articles about the importance of writing, I realized the significance of a good writing skill for my considered future career, which is to be a doctor. 

  I believe doctors will need to write well because doctors involve in clinical care, research, education, or health care leadership. This requires the ability to effectively use written narrative to communicate ideas, thoughts, knowledge, opinions, and discuss matters of health and health care in ways to patients and others.

  If so, what does a good writer's work composed of? After I searched on the Internet and read two articles ('Three Reasons' and 'The Importance of Writing'), I learned the following: good writing has a clearly defined purpose, it makes a definite point, it supports that point with specific information, the information is clearly connected and arranged, the words are appropriate, and the sentences are concise, emphatic, and correct. 

   The two articles I read also mentioned that if you obtain a reputation for good composing skills, chances are higher for you to be employed. Many people with strong writing skills has helped them no matter what position they occupy in their job or career. Understanding the importance encouraged me to work harder on improving my writing skills. 

Letter to a Celebrity

     Water issue is as important as the Greenhouse effect (global warming). But, why is it that many people despised and are not aware of the water issue when it is affecting our environment? I believe that it's partly because water bottle companies are using celebrities for their advertisement. 

       Celebrities are widely known and receive the attention of media. Therefore, they have the power to influence and inspire their audience. Their actions can also impact the decisions of the people. Wouldn't it be great if they use their ability to change the world? For this reason, I decided to write to Jennifer Aniston, a celebrity who has been a spokesperson for Glaceau’s Smart Water since 2007 (letter is attached). 

        I thought the idea of writing to a celebrity (Jen) to convince her just sounds a little crazy because I asked myself 'What if she don't read it? Even if she read it, why would she care about a freshman girl's letter, trying to persuade her to stop doing something when she's earning money from it? Is she going to have time to read it?' I couldn't stop wondering. After a while, it doesn't sound as ridiculous to me anymore because I believe it's important for her to know how bottled water globally affects our environment. 

Dear Ms. Aniston,

 I am a freshman currently attending Atlanta Adventist Academy. I'm writing a letter to you regarding your advertisement for SmartWater. As a fan of yours, I am also surprised to learn all these facts about the effects of bottled water in my English 1 class. I want to share with you some important information.

As you know, many people (like myself) prefer to drink bottled water for convenience, taste, or safety. However, they don't realize what they're doing is ironic because surveys have shown that tap water actually tastes better than bottled water. Different test results also proved that bottled water is not any better, cleaner, or safer than tap water.

In addition, water bottled companies are privatizing the water resources of citizens from developing countries such as India, Bolivia, and some part of Africa, etc. Companies are hunting for water resources to commandeer even in drought. As a result, getting access to clean water is expensive. This leads to many people (especially poor children under the age of five) suffering from water-related illnesses. Also, water bottles are mostly environmental-unfriendly even after they're claimed to be recyclable. Stories on the effects of bottled water are endless.

After learning about it, I think advertising for bottle water should be reconsidered. You earn money by advertising for SmartWater, but wouldn't that hurt animals and people in some parts of the world? I think advertising for SmartWater would hurt other people even if it doesn't hurt you. I hope you will at least take it into some consideration. Thank you for your time.



P.S. Please watch these two videos when you have time. They covered all the cases I wanted to share with you. Thanks, again!
http://www.storyofstuff.org/movies-all/story-of-bottled-water/
https://archive.org/details/ForTheLoveOfWaterflow-2008

Sincerely yours,


Nia Muang

The Taste of Water

     Today in class, we were given different types of water for taste testing after we filled out a survey about why, how much, and how often we drink bottled water. The instruction was for us to rate the water as we drink it (yes, even when we don't know what we're drinking!). The ratings were based on the flavor, odor, and after taste. As we did the experiment, I came to notice how each type has their own unique taste. When the ratings and testings were all finished, the water brands were annouced. As I observed my results, Deer Park was the lowest (5/15), then Member's Mark Purified Bottled Water at Sam's (7.5/15), and tap water ranked top (9/15).

       After the activity, our class watched two videos related to bottled waters. From the videos, I discovered several things. In reality, tap water is the most affordable, tastiest, and the most environmental friendliest. So, what about the various bottled water brands that advertised their water to be cleaner, safer, and better than tap water? According to ABC's report on bottled waters, multiple researches had shown the fact that there's no difference between tap water and bottled water at all. In fact, many experimental results (such as the one we had in class)  also proved the taste of tap water is actually better than bottled water.

       In addition, the video clip 'The Story of Stuff' explained the process of water bottles and its negative impact (see video link). Before class ended, I stumbled upon the thought 'If we start saving the money we used on buying bottled water, it will more likely benefit the environment. We can also help people who don't have the opportunity to get clean water'. I'm glad to learn something very important by our activities in class today. 

Links to video: 

http://youtu.be/Se12y9hSOM0 (ABC News Story: Bottled Water)

http://youtu.be/_3QBZac3MSY (The Story of Stuff: Bottled Water)

How Do We Determine Water Potability?

    My most pressuring question from Student Worksheet 1' is 'How do we determine if water is potable?'. So, I did a research on it today in class. I found a link that I believe contains my best interest. The link is http://www.water-testing.eu/water-tests/potablewatertest.asp.

     If you wonder how I determined if the resource is reliable or accurate, here's what I searched for. The site is created by South East Water Scientific Services, a company in UK.  I find this reliable and accurate because they provide other links to their different types of services, phone number, address, and their company number. I also looked up the name, and they do water testing as one of their services.

      On this site, I found informations that helped me answer my question is some type of way. I learned that a potable drinking water does not contain enough salt to be recognized as a mineral water, and it tastes good. It must also be free from contaminations such as diseases causing organisms (pathogens), odor, harmful chemicals, and turbidity. Last of all, it's best to do routine tests once a year.

The 'DMHO' Water

    This morning in my English 1 class, my classmates and I received an instruction to visit a website called www.dmho.org. This page is all about the harmful chemical known as DHMO (Dihydrogen Monoxide). I clicked on one of the side bars that was titled as 'Editorial: Truth About DMHO'. It automatically sent me to a page where I learned some important informations about DMHO: Dihydrogen Monoxide is killing uncounted thousands of people, it is used in the production of foods, also contributes to the Greenhouse Affect, its impact on wildlife is extreme, and it has been found in cancer patients. And, the practice of companies dumping DMHO waste into lakes, rivers, and oceans is still legal!

    As I read through the information provided by the website, I questioned why there's barely any action of response taken by the government to the use of this harmful chemical. My thoughts began to fill up with curiosity. Soon, after most of us (students) finished reading, we were given a topic of discussion on what it does, how we feel toward this chemical, and what we think should be done. I definitely felt that the use of this chemical should be illegal. When we finally posted all our discussions on Schoology (one of the tools our school is using), the truth was revealed to us by Ms.Bacon (English 1 instructor): Dihydrogen Monoxide is simply water.

    Wow! How stupid, cheated, and shameful I feel during that moment? I was very ashamed. I thought about how horrible of a person to create a website or a webpage like that, and make it accessible to the public on the Internet. I started to blame my faults on the creator of the unreliable resource page. No matter  who I tried to blame, the fault is on me.

      I have learned from this experience that there are many legitimate websites on the Internet that seems real. However, they might contain false information. You never know if the resource is truly reliable. To find out if the information is accurate, you can do multiples researches online and look at the authors of the articles (etc.). If the different websites agree to, or include the same facts, then the information is more likely to be accurate and useful. The digital world is not always completely reliable. So, it's very very important to be extra-careful on how you use it. Avoid plagiarism.

Water

Water. I hear that word almost everyday. Either someone in the house would ask "Can you get me some water?" or my mom would tell me to drink 'water' everyday. I have learned that water is very important and necessary for our health and well-being. As a person who love to play sports, I encountered some experience regarding the great value of water for humans. When I play in basketball tournaments at my middle school (DACS), I often thirst and longed for  water when I lose my endurance. In some cases, I was over dehydrated that I felt pain in the chest, and it's just horrible to the point I felt dizzy and tired and have to get out of the game.

As I mentioned earlier, water is very important for our body. Water is a great resource for our planet as well. Our planet is covered with more than or about 70% of water*.All living things like plants, and animals need water for survival. Water is also the source for the growth of civilizations since history. So how does all these relate water and freedom? I believe that in order to have freedom, you need to survive. And in order to survive and have good health, you need water.

*http://ga.water.usgs.gov/edu/earthhowmuch.html