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A Waste of Time

A Waste of Time




There are things in life that we do, that we think are a waste of time. I have one friend who wherever he goes, he’s glued to his phone. Our phones are great for making plans and talking to friends. After a while though, I don’t understand why someone would need their phone so much. It was Sunday night at around eight-thirty and we were watching Crazy Rich Asians. We had never seen it before so we were excited. As the movie started, I turned to see one of my friends intently watching the movie, while the other, intently watched his phone. I asked him if he was enjoying his phone and he put it down and watched the movie. As the movie progressed I could see his eyes glued to his smaller screen. It annoyed me. I shouldn’t care about how people spend their time, but we were doing something as a group. I did care though, because everyone else was laughing and smiling when watching the movie and he had a blank face while on his phone. Later that night, when we were playing video games, if he wasn’t playing, he’d put headphones in and watch YouTube. He couldn’t go 5 minutes without his phone. When I asked him broad details about the movie the next day he couldn’t name anything. I feel like phones take away from the social aspect of life. We’re so addicted that we feel excluded without our phones.We should enjoy the time we have together instead of the waste of time on our phones




Eating turkey, enjoying the company

In the past, on a big table with most of my family

Watching the games on the big tv

Playing in my grandmas basement

Going around the table listing what we’re thankful for

Thankful for my home

Home is not a place

It’s a people 

I thank my parents for their hard work

Putting the food on the table

My grandparents who hosted thanksgiving

For as long as I could remember 

They did every year

So did my other grandparents 

Nana and Papa

We switched off back and forth 

Nowadays we stay at home

Usually instead of family

We invite friends

Or Nana and Papa

It’s different 

But great

Even though I don’t see my cousins as much

I’m thankful for the memories we shared 

With Aidan and Catherine and Patrick 

Playing board games and pool

Mini basketball, telling jokes

When it was warm we’d play wiffleball

With my cousins Alex and Colie

Down on the cape with Nana and Papa

Watching the game on tv

Packers vs. Lions

Soon after

we’d all gather in the kitchen

To help cook or in my case

Try all the food

There were a little more flavors here 

than back in Reading

After dinner 

We’d play Smash Bros. In the basement 

I’m thankful for all my old thanksgiving experiences 

From the Cape to Reading 

Sitting around the large tables

Going around saying what we’re thankful for

I’m thankful for my new traditions

Hanging out with my good friends who seem like family

Playing games

From Kart to 2K

Going to football games

Lhs and Saint Johns

After, just relaxing and watching the parade

Later, my friends and family Come over 

Laughing and having serious conversations

I’m thankful for these friends who come through and hang 

When they could be with their family

These friends are our family

My favorite tradition of thanksgiving is when it’s over

Sitting on the couch and hanging out

Usually watching Elf

Our favorite movie

It is also a time to reflect

While thanksgiving is kind of a rough time 

We find new ways 

And traditions

To remember and enjoy





Power of Hardship

A difficult time to get through 



“Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.”


Hardships may give you sadness but you can always get through them. This is what happened when my cousin died. Death is one hardship that is inevitable and sad, and also makes us learn things. It seems like it is one thing that either brings people together or tears them apart. It was spring 2014 and things were well. My grades were great, and I was happy, until I heard the news. My cousin was in the hospital in critical condition. Soon after, he died. It was a cold time. We had learned things about my cousin after his death, that the rest of our family had known for a decade. It stunned us, and didn’t understand why they didn’t trust us. At the funeral we all were upset and even though we were mad at our family, we came together to celebrate my cousins life. It didn’t matter how stunned we were by the news. It didn’t matter how much we were mad we weren’t told. It only mattered that we came together with happiness and good experiences to share about our cousins life, together. This hardship taught me that we don’t always have the greatest experiences in life, but we can always get through them.

Power of Place


A place is only as important as how it makes you feel. My mom grew up in Puerto Rico and seeing it together as a family truly makes it special. It feels especially great around mealtimes. It all happens in Puerto Rico at a resort called Copa Marina and the area around it. Everyday around lunch, my family either grabs food and eats by the pool or eats at the restaurant and talks. It certainly is my favorite part of being there, especially on my dads last day there. It was late March in the last week of our break and we all gathered for lunch. My dad was eating with us and then he had to leave because he had important meetings at work. We all sat down and ordered our food. My brother and I got steak and my sister got mofongo, a Puerto Rican traditional dish. My dad got steak. We all talked about how special this place is and our great experiences like playing wiffleball and pool football. We were all sad to watch my dad get into the car and leave but we were happy about all the shared experiences there. If we hadn’t started going there, this place wouldn’t have had such an impact on our family. If we hadn’t started going there, we wouldn’t have discovered all this great food. If we hadn’t started going there, our family wouldn’t have been as close because of these experiences. Our favorite places give us lasting memories that make them our favorite.

Power of Place

A Whole New World




Finding new ways to enjoy your passion


Discovering new things in your passion makes you realize how much you love it. No matter how many times I go to Disney I always find something new. I have loved Disney all my life and have always seen it through my family and my view. It was when I went with my best friend to Disney the second time when I saw things that made me love my passion even more. After my sister performed in Disney Springs, my friend and I went into the the Magic Kingdom for a night of adventure. Our moms had said that we could go off alone for the night. We went to Big Thunder Mountain with a couple more of our friends and waited for only 10 minutes before we got on. We hopped in our train and took off. The first part goes upwards and then drops. At the top we could see most of Frontierland and a little bit of Adventureland. It was a beautiful night and a beautiful view but we couldn’t think of that for long because we dropped. We then began going through the wildest ride in the wilderness and at an exhilarating speed whipped around corner after corner and dropped into countless drops. Watching the expressions on my friends faces made me realize how much I love Disney. Going on a familiar ride with my friends who hadn’t experienced it as much as I had, made me experience it in a new way. Going on this ride to end a great night made me enjoy it even more and was more happy that it happened, than sad it was over. It is these new experiences that express our joy for our passion even more than thought possible.

The Call of the Wild Analysis

Conor Kennealy

Freshman English 

The Call of the Wild analysis




The Call of the Wild   


The Journey back to the primitive


“The dark circle became a dot on the moon-flooded snow as Spitz disappeared from view. Buck stood and looked on, the successful champion, the dominant primordial beast who had made his kill and found it good.”  

Chapter II, The Call of the Wild


Buck stabbed his fangs into his enemy, Spitz, mortally wounding him. He’s come a long way from his comfortable home in Santa Clara. From California to Alaska, Buck begins his descend back to the primitive. In the novel The Call of the Wild, by Jack London, Buck learns how to become a great and loyal companion in the Wild.


Laws are meant to be broken. In The Call of the Wild,   Buck lives a leisurely life until he is taken. From the man in the red sweater to the different owners laws are everywhere in the  Wild. In Chapter One, Buck is kidnapped and taken from his Santa Clara home in sunny California, and taken to snowy Alaska. He is taken by Manuel a groundskeeper, who works where Buck lives. He is sold for money for the sledding industry. When he gets to his first location he meets the man in the red sweater. Buck sees him and is angry. Eyes bloodshot, looking scruffy and hungry. He runs up to the man and attacks him expecting to bite him and win. Only he is whacked down and beaten with a club. Thus the law of Club and Fang begins for Buck. The law of Club and Fang taught him how to live in the Wild and how to follow directions. Overall Buck becomes a learns how to lead a life in this law.


 “He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. He had learned the lesson, and in all his after life he never forgot it. That club was a revelation. It was his introduction to the reign of primitive law, and he met the introduction halfway. The facts of life took on a fiercer aspect; and while he faced that aspect uncowed, he faced it with all the latent cunning of his nature aroused.” Chapter 1 

The law taught Buck many new things. It taught him to fight for himself and that out in the Wild no one cares about you, but you. Buck became the leader of his pack and thus a leader in the Wild.


Out in the primitive, it’s every dog for themselves. In the book, The Call of the Wild, by Jack London, both the dogs and humans set foot on the pursuit of mastery. The two species try to gain control of each other throughout the book. Sometimes the dogs want control of the dogs, as with Buck and Spitz.  Buck and Spitz both want to be leaders. Then the humans like Hal and John Thornton try to determine who knows what to do with the dogs and how to be the master. With Hal and Mercedes and Charles, Buck is treated poorly. They are only in it for the money and will do anything for it. In Chapter 5, they cross the line. Buck and the dogs pull up to John Thornton’s camp, and they are restless. Hal and Charles argue with John Thornton about whether or not they could cross all the way across the river, and finally say to him, that he should watch them do it. They yell at the dogs to go, and they don’t as they are tired. Suddenly, Charles grabs the whip and swings it hard, swiftly damaging the dogs. After a couple of these whips, John runs toward Charles, who has abused his mastery.


 “John Thornton stood over Buck, struggling to control himself, too convulsed with rage to speak. "If you strike that dog again, I'll kill you," he at last managed to say in a choking voice  "It's my dog," Hal replied, wiping the blood from his mouth as he came back. "Get out of my way, or I'll fix you. I'm going to Dawson." Thornton stood between him and Buck, and evinced no intention of getting out of the way. Hal drew his long hunting-knife. Mercedes screamed, cried, laughed, and manifested the chaotic abandonment of hysteria. Thornton rapped Hal's knuckles with the axe-handle, knocking the knife to the ground. He rapped his knuckles again as he tried to pick it up. Then he stooped, picked it up himself, and with two strokes cut Buck's traces.”


 John Thornton cared for Buck in a way that neither Perrault nor Charles could do. He knew the animals well and while he was the master, he let the dogs run free and be their own masters as well. Buck knows that John Thornton likes him more as more of a companion, then an animal who pulls his sled. It is their shared mastery that makes them work well together.


Lessons are the backbone of life. The Call of the Wild was a great book with many lessons. I liked how with all the details, it felt like I was really there. Jack London’s writing style was a little hard to understand at parts, but I still could feel what he was trying to get across. He wanted us to understand Buck’s call to the Wild. Buck is a quick learner and his resourcefulness showed in everything he did. While the book was confusing in some parts, I still feel that we should read it in school. It is short, and today’s kids don’t really have the attention span to read a 400 page book. Personally, I loved this book. It felt like more of a short story, than a big novel.  It is hard to understand but it’s just the right length for us to comprehend easily. It also is a story with a strong lead and the supporting characters don’t take away from the story. London’s writing is intricate and this makes him an incredible storyteller. 


Buck follows the law of Club and Fang until he feels he’s beyond it; Buck feels like he is inferior to his owners until he develops his companionship with John Thornton, and while this book was confusing I enjoyed reading it.