Day 7

Today is the day before Christmas Eve and my sister and I helped my grandmother set up for supper tomorrow. Every year we have my whole mother side of the family over at my grandmothers house and we eat meat and chicken fondu (a special soup which is really hot and you put the raw meat or chicken inside to cook, and then eat) and for dessert we have chocolate fondu ( dip fruits in melted chocolate). This year my cousin is bringing his girlfriend for first time, so instead of having ten people celebrating we will be eleven.:)

Day 1

Travelled all day to get to Miami to find out that we where five minutes late for our next flight to Montreal, Canada. What happened was that we left really late from Panama, so we arrived in Miami a fifty minutes before our next fight and that wasn't enough time to be able to make the connection (needing to co through costume, pick up our bags, check back in and run to the next fight), but tomorrow we will take the first flight to Canada at 8 am

An inseparable Friendship

Dear Maha

I remember that day. The day our friendship embarked. The day when you needed someone that would listen while you talked. Someone who would help you through your problems. There I was, always by your side with any advice you needed, and helping you decide whether it was right or wrong. Available 24-7 with anything you needed, whether if you wanted profusion of hugs or just a simple “I love you”, you knew you could count on me.
Ever since that day we both started becoming more and more conscientious about each other. My audacious plan of growing closer to Maha ended up with a wonderful friendship. A friendship which is inseparable, one that nobody will ever destroy. There were times where you would rebuke me for the simplest things, but at the end of the day it didn’t matter. What mattered was our friendship, and nothing else.
Each day went by, and our attitudes didn’t show a lackadaisical. Our love for each other kept growing, and we started dedicating more time to one another. Nicknames like Bestie and Twinie were my favourite part. Being able to have somebody who would loved me just the way I am, and treated me as if I was her twin.
Know as I sit and think, I realize what an honour it was for me to have met you. I will always remember you, and have a special spot for you in my heart for the beautiful you, Maha.

Love,
Amanda Mast

The biggest Waffle failure

It’s early in the morning, and the sun just woke up. I jump out of bed, and tip-toe down the stairs. In the kitchen, the recipe book lay in the middle of the counter. I flip page by page until it read Homemade Waffles. I quickly gather all the ingredients it said. I poured the flour, milk, eggs, butter, and vanilla into a big white bowl that I found underneath the counter. A metal mixer mixed the ingredients together as my hand held it strait. The clock ticked, and the ingredients mixed, but there was only one problem, the dough was one big disgusting clumpy ball. My eyes look intensely down at the bowl trying to think of a quick solution. The thought of the perfect mother’s day breakfast wasn’t going to be perfect anymore ran through my head. I realized that milk was the perfect solution if it was added in right quantities, but of course, I added too much. The whole grain flour wasn’t the problem anymore, it was the milk. I ignored the fact that my batter was a disaster, and sprayed butter into the waffle pan.

The butter bubbled and made a crackling noise. It smelled amazing, so I decided it was perfect to pour the mix into the fifty perfect squares of the waffle maker. As I held the white bowl over the waffle pan, the dough slid rapidly out of the bowl into the pan, filling each one of the squares. I closed the lid and waited. I stood there for a whole minute waiting (for me it’s a lot) looking at the waffle maker. I kept opening and closing the lid, but for the more time I waited the worse it became (stuck more to the pan). I finally opened it for last time and decided to take the waffle out. At first I grabbed a plastic fork which I had used in the past to take waffles out of the machine, but this time it didn’t work, the dough was stuck to the pan. I tried taking it out with a metal fork, but that didn’t work ether. The more I tried, the more useless it became. I didn’t care anymore, so I socked the dough with the pan in water to make the dough soggy so I could take it out easier. Hours past and I decided to go back to the waffle maker. I lifted the lid, and grabbed another fork and started picking. It didn’t work, nothing came off. I had no idea what I was going to do.In the first place I didn’t make a nice breakfast for my mom, and secondly I damaged the waffle maker.

As I kept trying to clean the pan, my mom walked into the kitchen. I close the machine as if nothing and I pretended to do something else. As my mom cleaned some dishes I hadn’t cleaned from my failure of a waffle attempt she opens the waffle maker and pour out the water. She carries it to the garbage can and drops it.“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“I’m throwing away the waffle machine.” she replied.

“Is it because of me?”

“Yes.”

At that point I felt worse than before, not only did I waist ingredients and time, if not I damaged the waffle maker. “Don’t worry, we need another anyways,” she told me, “And it doesn’t matter, what matters is that you tried, and that is the most important part.”
After all it turned out to be fine, but I realized that I can’t make the Home made Waffles because that recipe is a disaster. I will just stick with the plain old Aunt Jemima mix from now on.

Catcher in the Rye-Persuasive Essay

As I read The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger ,a coming of age novel in Mrs. Meadows, I first thought it was too graphic and not relevant for our age, but as the book went on and the discussions kept going, I realized that eight grade is the time were teenagers need to understand and fell open to talk about sex, and understand what they are reading in a proper way. I believe that school should keep reading this book in class, but making sure there are class discussions so that the students are able to understand the content in a better way. It should start being taught around eight grade because most students are mature enough to understand the material that this book contains.

The Catcher in the Rye should be read and taught in schools for many reason. One of the main reasons I believe this novel should be taught, is so that kids can get a better feel for sarcasm. Holden Caulfield the main character of The Catcher in the Rye uses sarcasm in most things he say. “He never stopped talking, and what was awful was, he never said anything you wanted to hear in the first place.” P. 161. This quote is an example of how Holden uses sarcasm because most people know that nobody talks and doesn’t stop like Holden made it seem, and besides, Harris Macklin, the guy Holden described probably said many interesting things in his conversations, but Holden, like most other people only remembered the negative. If schools teach this book, students will be able to get a feel for how much sarcasm is used if the world. It would teach kids that not everything said is true, and that many things are said in different ways and tones of voices which can help identify whether it is sarcastic or not. If a kid is able to difference when somebody is being sarcastic, it will help them a lot in the rest of their lives with a better sense of humour and would not have the need to keep asking if someone is joking of being real.

As well of teaching sarcasm, The Catcher in the Rye teaches students how to read behind the lines. The Catcher in the Rye takes a lot of thinking and interpretation. If a class reads it as a group, there will have to be class discussions which will help most people understand the novel better than if somebody reads it by themselves. Most likely if somebody reads a story they will not put much thought or time into the interpretation of the novel the way we did in class. It also shows people how it helps to understand a book. When you understand a book, it makes it so much easier to keep reading than if you don’t understand. If you start learning at a young age to understand what you are reading, later on in life everything you read will become easier to understand, and you will learn how to read faster and more fluently.

I believe The Catcher in the Rye has to many visual part which aren’t very appropriate. For this reason I think it shouldn’t be taught in schools, and I understand why some people in the 1950’s weren’t in agreement with kids reading it. The world has developed since 1951 in the sense of swearing and sexual contact is not a big deal anymore, so that plays a big part in making The Catcher in the Rye be appropriate for more ages know than it was.

Schools should have the right in teaching The Catcher in the Rye. They should start teaching it at the ages around thirteen. If books like this one never get taught in schools, kids will never learn and come to understand that sexuality is normal in a teenagers life.

Christmas 2011

Christmas, the season where families unite, and love is shared. Love is a simple gift to give, but sometimes it is hard to share. I find love should be given all year round, not only during Christmas time. Just with a simple hug and kiss you are making one more person in this world happier.

These last few days I have been thinking. Thinking about my life, and realizing how many things I have. How lucky I’m, but have never realized before. Things that are so simple to me, could mean the world to others. Things I have never appreciated, but I should have; things such as love, happiness, and family.

My family is my most precious possession. For many people family doesn’t mean a thing, and others don’t even know what it is like to have one, but for me, I would give everything I own to keep them.

69 Lakeshore Road, the place where you can find me every year on December 25th sitting at an endless table with nine special faces. Each of those faces belong to me, belong to my family. For that reason my heart is full of joy to share. I have realized how many children on our planet Earth have no place to go to share a smile, or to feel loved. My heart breaks just with the thought of how many tears are being shed, and wish someday I could be the one to say “I made a difference”.

My goal for this Christmas 2011 is to enjoy every moment. Enjoy all the hugs and kisses that are given to me, and every smile which is shared. All the children out there who have no plate in front of them, and no roof to sit under wish they had my life. The life they have where they have the opportunity to travel all around the world, and have a family to love and share moments with, so for this reason I’m going to make this Christmas, 2011 the best I have ever had.

Chinese Cinderella

The memoir Chinese Cinderella by Adeline Yen Mah tells us about when she was a child. She lost her mother two weeks after she was born due to a high fever that started three days after Adeline’s birth. Since Adeline’s mother died soon after her birth, she was thought to have brought bad luck for the family. Even without a real mother she could count on, she fights through her life having to deal with a terrible step mother who had no love for her, and a father who doesn’t even know her name. Her six siblings, two of whom are her stepbrother and stepsister, always reminded Adeline of how terrible she was because of the fact they believed she was the reason they were living without a mother. Her stepsiblings were given more privileges and freedom than the rest, but her real brothers and sisters had nothing to say at home, and never disagreed with their father and Niang, their stepmother.
Adeline lived a lonely and depressing childhood, with nobody to count on. Her grandmother Nai Nai, and soon after, her grandfather Ye Ye died while Adeline was quite young. The loss of her grandmother and grandfather was a very despondent time for her because they were the only ones in the family who loved her, and didn’t treat her as if she was a bad omen. When her Ye Ye lived, every week, he would give Adeline money despite the fact he had very little saved for himself, this continued until the day her stepmother, Niang, found out and forbade him from giving Adeline any more.
Adeline used the pocket money she had saved from Ye Ye so that she would be able to take the tram to and from school, but soon the money dwindled down to nothing and everyday she had to walk to school whether it was pouring rain or shinning sun. Every day, she needed to go through the embarrassment of walking to school while everybody else got dropped off at the door by their chauffeurs. Adeline made a friend called Wu Chun-Mei, she was a great friend to Adeline. In the memoir, there is a line which showed me what a true friend would do for someone else. “Though Wu Chun-Mei’s chauffeured car invariably awaited her when school finished, she often chose to walk with me until we reached her house, with her driver trailing behind at a snail’s pace. In the mornings, if she happened upon me trudging along, she would order her driver to stop and would hop out and accompany me all the way.” pg. 59. I find that very few friends in today’s society would commit such a loyal action. Many people don’t really care very much about their friends which I find sad. Many times it is hard to find a true friend. A person who would do practically anything for you, like Chun- Mei did for Adeline.
Years went by, and Adeline stayed the top of the class. She became the class president, which brought her happiness for the school year. Every little thing as simple achievement, for example, becoming the class president, brought Adeline happiness. Adeline wished for a special thing to happen to her so that she would grow to be happier. She started putting aside all her problems at home, and realized there was more to life. She spent hours reading and she studied all day waiting for the day when her father would realize she wasn’t a worthless nobody. It was the only way she could get away from the life she lived in. She began discovering the world, things she had never known before. She became very smart and skipped two years of school, but nothing changed at home, her parents still thought she was no good, useless, and treated her as if she was less than the rest of the children. One day Adeline won the playwriting competition; this for the first time, made her father see her in a different way. Her father gave her the opportunity to go to college in England just like her brothers, but on the condition, she would study medicine. She didn’t care what she studied, as long as she went to school, especially if it meant being away from home.
Chinese Cinderella ended when Adeline was fourteen. She realized how her childhood wasn’t the end of her life, if not the beginning. She realized that the only way she was able to keep studying and going to college was because she had won the playwriting contest which was the only thing that opened her father’s eyes. After all, she is grateful she had entered the competition, and it wasn’t another mistake she committed in her life, because her father actually approved.
Chinese Cinderella got its title from a story Aunt Baba told Adeline. It was a similar story as the life Adeline was living. It’s the story of a girl named Ye Xian who had lost her mother and father, and now lived with a stepmother. Her stepmother has a daughter of her own which she loves much more than Ye Xian. Ye Xian’s stepmother prohibits her to attend the talent show she had been practicing hard for. This is similar to Adeline’s life, living with a stepmother who prohibits her from doing certain things. Adeline learns that she is not the only person in this world who has lost her mother and has to live with a stepmother who doesn’t love her.
The Chinese Cinderella was written in a sequence of time. It was easier to understand due to all the years and months she put at the begging of most chapters. The memoir was put together in order of how they occurred in period of time. Adeline Yen added feelings into her memoir, which made me feel her pain as I read. Chinese Cinderella was written in a vignette form having a brief episode of her life in each chapter.
Before I started the Chinese Cinderella I wasn’t very interested in reading it, but as the book went on, I started realizing the importance of knowing different cultures and families. As I flipped the pages in the memoir the words were visible, but the meaning wasn’t. Anybody could read this memoir, but only some will really find the life lesson behind all of it. I think Adeline is trying to spread the word to the whole world. She wanted to use her life as a way to help all the young kids who have lost their mothers and have a stepmother who doesn’t love them. Also I find it could apply to the other half of the world where I belong who are fortunate enough to have a loving mother and don’t appreciate it. Having written this memoir, Adeline will teach young kids without a mother, that they aren’t alone. That there are many more people suffering the same feelings as they are, and that there is more to life than just the childhood. She also will teach the kids who have a mother and don’t acknowledge the importance of having one, and what a big a role it plays in a child’s life even though you might not think so.
In the Chinese Cinderella there was a line that I loved which was “ Don’t beat her anymore. She is only a baby!’ I blurted out with terror.” pg. 34. I find this line amazing because it shows that no matter what age you are you still should fight for what is right, and stand up for what you believe in. In this case Adeline says this to Niang when Niang’s real daughter arrived from Shanghi and didn’t recognize her mother because of the long period of time without seeing her. The little baby rejected her, so Niang got mad and started giving her baby stinging slaps on the face. It amazed me how nobody else of the family did anything, and it had to be the youngest to speak up.