The Power of Hard Times

Devastating Pain


“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”

John Green


Physical pain can always be overcome, and I always manage to do that. The more pain one endure, the tougher they become. I had experienced many sufferings, but I would never submit to the pain; I would. However, there was a day like no others; the pain was so devastating I have not yet recovered. Me facing the torture was as hard as wrestling Fitz on a slippery rock. I would not let any torturing crack me, and would never be afraid of death. It was a cool February day two years ago, the wind was blowing like a frozen river flow, I got braces for the first time. Many people already told me my teeth were going to be sore, but I didn’t really care that much. On the second night, I was waken by the nightmares, the horror and the pain. I could not fall asleep even if I tried to, because braces kept waking me up. The pain was so agonizing it caused my heart to ache, but I shall never be beaten by the pain. I clenched my teeth and realized that it was to painful, so I clenched my fist instead. It was two in the morning, I looked like a mess. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water, wet as penguin I looked into the mirror. Water was dripping from my face and my hair was all messy; the site was truly heartbreaking, what pain could do to a mans life. I slapped myself in the face as hard as I could, overcome pain with more pain. A whole week went through and each day was the exact same, waking up, splashing water on my face and slapping myself. , there was a day like no others; the pain was so devastating I have not yet recovered. Looking in the mirror once again, I could see a red hand print on my face. The pain had stopped, and instead I was left with beautiful straight teeth.

My Fenn Experience 

Power of place


“When you leave a beautiful place, you carry it with you wherever you go.”

Alexandra Stoddard


The power of a place is the power that it gives. The Fenn School emits so much positive energy that sometimes I feel overwhelmed. Whenever I am present in The Fenn School, it’s glorious buildings of white would always remind me of the four core values, honest, respect, empathy and something else. What fill this place with a indescribable amount of positivity are the people there. Friends would help each other share with each other. When I’m depressed, my friends would comfort me, and when I’m hungry people will give their food to me. They would always show empathy and be respectful. Once in 8th grade, I felt really depressed because my parents are giving away my dog Mac. When I went to school my friends saw how sad I was, and they were very supportive. Everyone in the grade was very sympathetic and they told me the pain will go away eventually and comforted me. My friends gave me food and candy to ease my pain, and so much positivity was shown it really made me more positive. I began to feel better; I was really thankful of how supportive my friends were. Without them, I had no idea what was going to happen. Fenn’s truly a powerful place..

Power of Family




“The family is one of nature’s masterpieces.”

George Santayana 

Families are the ones who are willing go sacrifice. There was not a single other person out there that are moving willing to sacrifice them for me. They would always spend spend all of their hard earn hard earn on me without any hesitation. My parents always wanted me to be better, better than them. They gave up all they had for me, just so I could receive a better education. One day my parents asked me if I wanted to go to the United States and I was all like sure, but when I got there, I truly loved it. My parents saw my love for the country and they knew wanted a better education for me. Later they told me that i am going to America to go to school. I was very surprised and my family knew that it would cost them a fortune, but little did they care as long as I get the best. We also faced another problem, I didn’t want to apply to a boarding school so there was no one to take of me. My brave mother without hesitation, went with me to the United States. She was separated from my dad, the one that she truly loved, but little did she care as long as I get the best. Years and years past by, my family always stayed by me, no matter how many things are going on, they would always gave me the best. They wanted me to be better and more successful, than they would ever be.

Power of passion

Inside the ring



“You always have two choices: your commitment versus your fear.”

Sammy Davis, Jr.


Passions are very important. I am passionate for boxing, especially the boxing ring. It is my passion and I will be happy to die for it. Boxing added that tiny bit of color, life and fun in my life that’s absolutely necessary to have. The ring was not only a place to beat people up or get beaten by someone, it was a classroom. It taught me valuable lessons that cannot be learned from anywhere else. When I was in the ring for the first time; death and terror could be smelled from a mile away. It was me trying to fight a tough cookie who’s almost double my size. The bell rang and we started to exchange blows. I tried the best to cover myself but a few hits still managed to sneak in, and with each blow it delivered an agonizing pain. I backed into the corner, my coach screamed in frustration. While covering my head, I tried to come up with a plan. I was surprised how clear my mind was. I told myself that nothing will ever beat me, and facing the pain was a part of overcoming the pain. Stumbling out of the corner I managed to push my opponent away with a few kicks. I screamed in rage and started to beat my opponent into submission with heavy blows. It was then that came clear; I was victorious. It didn’t matter how tough he was, how big he was, the only thing that mattered was to either submit or fight for freedom. This is why I love boxing, love the ring; it’s unpredictable, but my fate will always be in my hands. The ring taught me to face my worst fears; no matter what life throws at me I should punch it right in the nose.


Lukas Zhang

The Call of The Wild essay

Freshman English




Born In The Wild

The Call of The Wild analysis on suffering and devolution  





“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find the meaning in the suffering.” 

—Friedrach Nietzsche



      He was driven crazy by both his rage and his thirst for blood. Buck launched himself towards the Yeehats, ripping open their throats until fountains and fountains of blood were pouring out of their necks. He had killed, not just anything, but men. Covered in hot blood, he broke out a agonizing long howl. Buck suffered a tremendous amount of physical pain throughout his journey, but this was never the same, it was emotional. Buck was no longer the domestic pet he was before, but a man slaughtering beast. There was no place for him in this civilized world, he belonged to the wild. In the novella, The Call of The Wild, by Jack London, Buck went from a innocent domicile pet to a killing machine. He suffered extreme pain during the transition, but without the all the suffering, the call of the wild would’ve never been answered.


     In the late 19th century, Buck lived happily at the Santa Clara valley and he had everything he would ever want in his life. The change of his life happened right after the first pain he suffered; he was choked by the rope of the kidnapper. He then suffered from lack of water and food and got beaten badly by a man in red sweater. All these were physical pain that Buck had to endure, he couldn’t whine to anyone. “Dazed, suffering intolerable pain from throat and tongue, with the life half throttled out of him, Buck attempted to face his tormentors.”(London, 4) The wild was nothing like his home, and there was no other choices than to just endure the pain. When Buck got to Alaska, the suffering was like none other. Not one moment was buck not shivering and frozen in the cold Alaska mountains. Buck thought he had seen all of the pain and suffering Alaska had to offer, but he was wrong. The suffering had only begun once he was sold to Charles. 

when he could no longer pull, he fell down and remained down till blows from whip or club drove him to his feet again. All the stiffness and gloss had gone out of his beautiful furry coat. The hair hung down, limp and draggled, or matted with dried blood where Hal's club had bruised him. His muscles had wasted away to knotty strings, and the flesh pads had disappeared, so that each rib and every bone in his frame were outlined cleanly through the loose hide that was wrinkled in folds of emptiness”(London, 106)

All the dogs were treated badly, often overworked. Those poor souls were beaten and overworked until their very death. Buck had been through a lot, but he was never treated like this; he had never experienced such agonizing physical pain. Buck saw his friends dying one by one because of the harsh conditions that were provided, however he knew deeply that the torture were not without a purpose. They helped buck to become who he truly was, an animal of the wild. Not only did Buck experience physical pain he also suffered mentally, when he was drawn from his home he was nostalgic, when the only person whom truly loved him died, the pain was not to be forgotten. The emotional pain were never easy to overcome, “he knew, and he knew John Thornton was dead. It left a great void in him, somewhat akin to hunger, but a void which ached and ached, and which food could not fill,” (London, 165) Buck never had a choice, he was only to face all the pain bravely. If not, then death shall descend upon him. 


    Buck was never a primordial beast from the start; he was a well mannered pet. Throughout his journey he endured devastating pain both mentally and physically and he overcame challenges, and every time Buck gets a little tougher, the primordial side gets him a little more. Buck always kept his pride no meter where he was and what kind of suffering he experienced. “He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken” (London, 20). In fact Buck was never broken, no pain or obstacle was to great, and Buck was to learn from his experience and endure pain to become the primordial beast. It was his pride that helped him over come his opponents and difficulties, he wanted to fight because of his sense of pride. He would not have anyone have any kind of defiance because he would fight for it, even when his opponents bigger and stronger. Bucks inner turning into a dog eating monster was also caused by the lack of love and care; he had no other choice other than to become tough and strong, “Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law.”( London, 121) John Thornton on the other hand, truly tamed Buck. He showed him love and empathy and Buck’s primordial side was restricted. There was no such place for hate and anger when there was a man that truly loved him. “Buck would follow at his heels. His transient masters since he had come into the Northland had bred in him a fear that no master could be permanent”(London, 119). He was afraid to lose a master once again, but this time one who actually loved him. The good days didn’t last very long, Thornton was killed by Indians. Buck lost his loving family once again; he could only rage, rage and become the beast he once was.


     Buck could choose not to do anything in this book, and none of it would’ve happened. The only reason and  why he did all this was because of his sense of pride. Everyone have that sense of pride within them, and they would all fight for their pride just like buck in one way or another. In the process, we will face challenges and we should face them bravely just like Buck. This is definitely one of the most touching books I’ve ever read. The author makes every scene vivid and lively with powerful descriptions, and I would highly recommend other people to red it . The vocabularies in this book are very interesting, a bit hard to understand sometimes, however I faced these challenges bravely like Buck and it’s an very good book overall. The scenes are however a bit too descriptive, using a lot of big words that’s very hard to understand. The book also encourages violence, which might not be very family friendly. The book was very challenging to read, but as I read it, it taught me how to face the challenges bravely just like Buck. 


     Buck suffered lots, but with pain it comes strength, and with strength, no challenge’s impossible to face. Then, shall we realize, the Call had already been answered

Lukas Zhang

Esaay writing

Mr.Fitz’s class



Pet or Beast

Call of The Wild reflection


“You never realize how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.”—Bob Marley

     When you embrace the beast, we you the beast. In the novella Call Of The Wild, by Jack London. I have not yet to discover the beast inside me, but soon enough, it will call for me and haunt for eternity. Buck the innocent domestic pet was beaten, whipped, tortured into submission, but he didn’t give up, and later became one savage. Jack London wanted us to realize that becoming a wild primordial beast is a painful process, but everyone has a little wildness inside them. Some perused their inner dreams and suffered poorly from them, and some didn’t peruse and lived the average life. In the end, the only one that would ever be successful was the ones that overcame the pain.

     Late 19th century, the Alaska gold rush changed everything. “The sun kissed the Santa Clara valley,”(London, page 8) Buck had everything, food, water, shelter and most importantly, love. He never knew, that this didn’t last very long. The gardener Manuel loved gambling, and was out of money so he sold Buck. Buck was later delivered to a saloon and locked up for two days. He had no water and no food, he became more and more furious, ferocious, more and more primitive. He was delivered to a man to “tame” him. Driven by rage Buck tried to attack him but he was beaten into submission by a club, but he knew “he was beaten; but he was not broken.”(London, page 21) Perrault who worked in the Canadian government soon bought him as a sled dog and shipped him to Alaska. Buck had barely enough food and he almost worked to death every day. He stole and fought just to survive but then he met spitz, the primordial beast. Their path soon collided and with collision it came hospitality. Buck tried avoiding him but that did not work out well for him. His pride didn’t allow him to be challenged and taunted like that, so he decided that he should be the primordial beast. The clash came late at night and spitz was beaten, “Mercy was a thing reserved for gentler climes”(London, page 69), the dogs ate spitz. Buck was then sold to someone that tortured and overworked all his dogs but he was later saved by a man called Thronton who who treated Buck very well, but the he was killed by Indians. The beast once again driven by rage and agony slaughtered the people who dare to offend his master. Covered in blood, Buck looked into the white mountains, and answered his call from the wild.

     After reading this book, I was extremely surprised. The way buck transformed from a pet to a man slaughter was never to be expected. This book also payed so much attention to detail and made every scene so vivid, I felt like I was there the entire time. When buck fought Fitz I felt nervous, when Dave the good dog died I physically cried, and when Thronton was killed, I had a mental breakdown. This book made me laugh and caused me physical sadness. It was amazing to witness Buck grow stronger and stronger, more and more independent. I am a person who love dogs but really seeing their other side makes me shiver in fear. I feel like we can be anyone if we wanted to. We never realized how strong we really are until we are being forced to. I don’t think I can relate this book to any other books but maybe after reading  Mobby Dick everything will change.

     Shall thou be the pet or the beast?



Technologies Save Lives


“Did you hear about the world wide no technology day Kim?”
“No,Jim what happened?”
“I don’t really know much. Our supreme leader did not inform us very well on the radio, he only said that this will be a business opportunity. And you know what that means, Jim.”
“It means money for glorious North Korean Empire. I mean, the tech ban doesn’t effect us much anyways, it’s only a radio.”
“No no Jim, the “world” doesn’t include North Korea, it is a universe itself. Our glorious leader stated clearly that this is a part of his plan all alone, and soon communist will spread to every corner of this planet.”
“So we do get radios?”
“Yes, maybe TVs and those tiny little boxes with a piece of glass on them too.”
“Wow, really? Where did you get all this information.”
“Well to be honest... wait do you hear that too or am I just weird?”
“Oh yeah look, the planes are all taking off, what’s going on. A bomber? These planes rarely come out of the hanger!”
“I knew it, this was all just a part of the plan. Without technology how can other countries defend our air strikes, they can’t even sound the alarm. Truly brilliant.”
“Brilliant move... this will be a new start.”

Mushroom clouds rose from the horizon.

Overcoming pain

summer narrative


“I am more than my scars.”
Andrew Davidson

The pain never stops. Physically and mentally tortured for thirteen hours in the air, the pain never stopped. From the time I arrived at the airport, there was not one moment I didn’t experience physical or mental pain. I thought the plane ride was going to be fun, so many new movies, delicious deserts and questionable food. But those were just my wildest dreams. I still clenched my first, and bit down hard on my tongue until it bled, “let’s just get this over with.”

I sat in front the boarding gate, there’s still two and a half hours left until I was actually going to board the plane. I kept wondering why we had to come to the airport so early, there’s just no point of doing that. I had to watch YouTube for about two hours with my half broken headphones while having the most terrible WiFi. It was a truly fun experience. I was extremely patient and after two hours, we finally got on the plane, but then it was delayed for some reason. At that point I wanted to rage, but my rationality overcame my rage and I again, decided to be patient again. The plane took off, I did not know how important patience would be later in my life, and how useful it would be for almost the entire flight.

“It’s time for me to watch some nice movies,” I thought as I tried the screen in front of me.
Just as my hand touched the power button, the seat in front pulled back with extreme speed. Because my face was a bit too close to the screen, my nose hit the seat therefore delivering a tremendous amount of pain. My tears were urging to come out as I pressed my nose with my hands, I felt the hot blood dripping out of my nose and anger. Instead of raging I stayed positive.
“At least my nose is not broken.” I thought. I was too busy to rage anyways, so
I calmed down and started watching the movies. The screen was close to my face, I felt like my nose is actually touching the screen but I was so drawn by the amazing movies that I’ve never seen before, then pain on my nose disappeared. I really started to think that all the pain was worth it. I learned that the person in front of me pulled his chair back because the person in front of him did. I was happy that my positivity prevented me from having a unnecessary conflict. Anger and rage were never going to get me anywhere in life.

It’s been seven hours in the air and I’m getting real tired. Sleep was the one thing I needed the most, and so I closed my eyes ready for good nap. I then fell asleep within minutes. All was well until I was suddenly woken by the cries of little boys and girls. I was a very polite and patient person by then, so I didn’t really care that much. But after that I was woken up the sound of crying over and over again. It was to a point where I couldn’t fall asleep anymore. I kept myself really calm, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Although I was tired and annoyed but then I realized my nose stopped bleeding, that’s something positive. My exhaustion however, didn’t allow me to think that much, and so I dug my head in the pillow over and over again. I never gave up and just kept trying, and finally the kids were asleep. It was peaceful, quiet as my eyes started close slowly and then I fell into a deep, deep sleep.

I opened my eyes, and I looked out the window. I can see my city, the city where I’ve spend my entire childhood in. The sky was clear, I can see my city, every car, every house, every skyscraper. Home sweet home.







Things Happen

journal entry #2


“There are no mistakes, only happy accidents.” —John Paul Jones

I could hear sirens of the ambulance as it was approaching. The kid on the field was suffocating, but extreme pain made him stay still. The boy was surrounded by about five faculties, some checking him and some spraying water. He got trampled, ran over by ten other kids, and his back shouldn’t look too good. The Fay football player soon got on the ambulance the sirens started to fade into the distance. A fine alumni party was now ruined. “Football is a dangerous sport,” I told my friends. Some people nodded instead of saying “I agree,” because their mouths were stuffed with burgers. People soon went back to what they were doing before as if nothing happened. Oh, these poor naive people will never have any idea of what’s coming to them next.

Badminton was one of my favorite sports, I’ve been playing ever since I was in kindergarten back in China. My team was beating the other team by about one hundred and seventy nine points, and some people on the other team were even rage quitting. I felt really bad for completely destroying their ego, so I offered to be on the other team. After like ten minutes our team was winning by sixty eight points, and every time I win I would yell “thanos car or thanos shoe.” Soon everyone lost interest and since we were all hungry we decided to get lunch.

The burger that I payed eight dollars for was disgusting, so I decided to steal some food from the band. I went over to the band room, saw my friend Michael. “Hi Lukas,” he greeted. I ignored him because I was dying of starvation. I asked one of the staffs if I can get pizza. She hesitated but still told me I can in the very end. “Pizza’s not enough,” I thought to myself, so I then asked for some Capri sun. The staff hesitated again but still said yes. “Your not suppose to take them,” Michael cried. Once again, I ignored him because my mouth was stuffed with the delicious pizza and the thirst quenching Capri sun I got from the band room.

After I was done eating, I went to the field again. We played a bit of badminton again but then we say something we’d never dream of, the bouncy castle. Did we care we were ninth graders, no because there was a sign clearly stating “has to be ten or above to enter.” I raced one of my friends and he being not very athletic, unlike me, lost the race. Then I was up for my second challenge, a tenth grader. We both got ready and just as Mr. Santos said go, I sprinted while avoiding obstacles and hopping over things. Surprisingly I got there first. Then I waited for the tenth grader but there was no sign of him. Time passed by but he could not be seen, it was then I heard sounds of the ambulance siren. He dislocated his knee. Once again, another patient got on the ambulance, then the sirens started to fade away in the distance.

I stood there and gazed at the ambulance until it disappeared. It left me thinking how easily an accident can happen. Although it wasn’t anything fatal, we should still be grateful that we’re all healthy living beings. However when accidents do happen to us, be positive and don’t let that effect our lives.

Or maybe they were incidents all alone.



Losing and winning

A slice of life



A9A59C2D-52DD-448C-BF8F-906EC1CF5B26X“There is nothing in this world more to be prized than true friend ship” —Thomas Aquinus



It was a bright spring day, the sun rose from the horizon and shined on the glorious white buildings of fenn. It was early in the morning, and there were chill and soft winds blowing.  I got to school really early, at about six, totally not prepared for the presidential campaign. I made some cards to give out but there was totally not enough time. After that I went to the drop off circle and handed cards while other people was handing super cool things(not to blame anyone but my partner showed up at eight), that made me looked like a complete fool. Michael and I were so not prepared that we did not even have anything ordered online. That was a extremely valuable lesson, I swore to myself that I would never do things unprepared again. 


Michael and I finally figured out what to buy online, but it was going to take about three days to ship; the campaign would be over at that time. However since I was quite an intellectual, soon a solution was found. With my incredible problem solving abilities and creativity. I knew that a normal human being would be abscessed with popping  bubbles on a piece bubble wrap, because how satisfying they were. I also didn’t want to waste most of our campaign budget for some “other” reasons, so I bought those cheap, cheap huge rolls of bubble wraps. I then cut them into medium sized squares and made about 300 of them, and obviously my great partner did not help at all. The next morning, I handed out bubble wraps and people just go absolutely nuts with it and everything went pretty well. 


My second problem came right after the second day. It was still a fine morning, until Mr.Ward came and asked that if we have permission  to gave out bubble wraps. He said that popping them would be very distracting in class, both for the teacher and the students. Mr.Ward then asked Mr.Boonisar if that was allowed. Of corse everything worked out at the end, because I told Mr.Boonisar that about half of my campaign budget went into the purchase of bubble wraps(which was true considered the amount I bought). I was then allowed to hand the out but I had to give warnings to people. Michael came at around eight again and told me that handing out bubble wraps was a terrible idea, such positivity! 


After the a successful week of campaigning, all my friends think that I hated Michael because he did absolutely nothing. We did have a few arguments and some unpleasant time, but in the end, I thought nothing was more important than friendship. The point of campaigning was really the process of helping two people to know each other better, but all we did was complain. I did not blame anyone for losing the campaign but myself, if only did I become more positive and supportive because after all, all that mattered was having a great time with my friend.