Use the following words in a story: hypocrite, paperclip, city, telephone, cookie jar

"Cruiser 2-33 respond"
"What is it dispatcher?"
"We got a report of a multiple stabbing with a paperclip" replied the operator
"A paperclip?" said the officer. "That's a little bizarre."
Officer Billy J. Horton was a inner city cop, one of the only ones not corrupted by the Colombian drug dealers, him and his partner officer Hugh James planned to infiltrate the Colombian hide out. Officer James was new to the force and wanted to do good. The Colombians had their hands in the cookie jar with many of the force in their pocket.
"Dispatcher this is Cruiser 4-31, we're closer to the scene we'll respond." The voice crackled over the radio.
"Damn Colombians." Hugh said out loud. "Probably another drug deal gone wrong."
Officer Horton nodded in approval then piped up "You wanna just grab a coffee and head back to the station? It's been a long night."
"Sure" replied the other officer. "Then we can finish that paper work and finally bust those punks."
"Easy there junior we got to watch our step there's crooked cops everywhere. Let's just finish the work and we can look in to an investigation later."
Back at the station the telephone rang and officer Horton answered it. He hung up the phone and yelled at Hugh to grab his stuff.
"What's the situation?" Hugh asked as he shuffled his papers in a neat pile at the edge of his desk.
"We have a Colombian with multiple gunshot wounds still alive! Probably someone who was tired of the drug business and tried to get out." Horton shouted across the desk.
"Damn man! So where are we heading then?" Hugh responded excitedly.
"Hospital. He's in critical condition."
The officers showed up to the hospital and questioned the now stable patient. They found out where they were hiding the next shipment. A warehouse just out of town. They hopped into their cruiser and peeled off.
"You think this guy is messing with us Horton?" Hugh questioned.
Horton scratched his beard "Better not be screwing with us, or else I'd kill that f@#$%*!"
"Do ya think we'll have to shoot somebody?"
"Probably. Don't worry rook, won't be your first shooting."
As they arrived at the scene they turned off the lights to their cruiser and crawled into the empty lot. The warehouse stood there, the dark building outlined in the night sky by only the moon. The two officers drew their guns and made their way to the side entrance. As they approached Hugh whispered to Horton "You think we should call for back-up?"
"Don't worry, I don't think we're gonna need it..."
The officers moved into the warehouse and all of a sudden bright lights blinded the two officers.
"POLICE!" yelled Hugh
"Relax" Horton responded. "That word doesn't mean s#*! to these guys"
Hugh's eyes adjusted to the glare and saw a crowd of people holding a bountiful of guns all pointed towards him.
"Drop your gun Hugh, you're out numbered" said Horton
"I'm out numbered?" questioned Hugh his eyes slowly made their way to Horton who was now walking towards the crowd of people. "What happened to us?"
"There never was an us just a you and me" snorted Horton.
"But what about the dealers? Why did you want to put them away so badly?" Hugh spat out.
"The dealers are my rivals of course I'd want to see them outta this town." responded Horton.
"YOU HYPOCRITE!" yelled Hugh. "YOU F#$%ing BETRAYED ME!"
"Well I couldn't have a cop trying to put me behind bars now, that would just be stupid." Horton replied calmly.
Hugh's hands were trembling by his side "so what now, your just gonna kill me?"
"Yeah that's pretty much it, well can't say it was a pleasure" Horton raised his hand and gave the mob a signal. All of a sudden the small warehouse lit up with the sound of gun fire and the burning smell of gunpowder. With in seconds Hugh's lifeless body hit the floor, a pool of blood quickly formed around him. And just like that it was over, the place stood empty and silent, except Horton who laughed as he walked away.

The Cost of Ignorance

In the story "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson the villagers who seem passive and unassertive turn monstrous when a mob mentality kicks in and they stone one of their own because of tradition. This can relate to everyone, sure maybe not to this extreme but when given an opportunity to throw something at someone most people take a shot at it. This can be proven by comparing it with school dodge ball, even though the objective of the game is to hit someone with a soft foam ball that can't do any fatal damage, people still try to throw the ball as hard as they can with the intention of causing harm to the recipient. Many people would like to believe that they wouldn't do such a thing but when everyone else is doing it, it's hard to not participate.

Eli presents a speech named "The Perils of Indifference" to president, first lady, and others attending the millennium lecture series in April 1999, he tells them of his past as a Polish teenager in the Holocaust. Eli explains how important compassion really is. In "The Lottery" the women draws the marked piece of paper which means she is to be stoned for no particular reason, Eli explains that sometimes not caring is even worse than anger. The villagers in "The Lottery" show that they don't care for the importance of a human life and see the stoning as an inconvenience, to take time out of their day to participate in this event. "The Perils of Indifference" explains the same thing happened in the Holocaust, only Nazi soldiers took lives of Jewish people because they were given orders to, and they did it without remorse. Eli was right to say that if one were to not have compassion that said someone could to unthinkable acts.

Perception is Everything

Everyone might see thing differently, kind of a broad statement yeah I know. What I really mean to say is what you may see might be completely different from what I'm seeing, I'll try and explain. We are both seeing the color red, and we both aren't wrong the color we see is red but the red you might see could be what I think is blue, does that make sense? Beau Otto presents a theory on illusions, his theory is that things are not what they seem and that we can be manipulated to what the illusionist wants. His theory is relatively correct in the sense that we are manipulated to buy what a certain seller wants, like food, something looks better than it actually. For example Mc Donald's uses color schemes to sell their products, the Big Mac looks way better with all the chemical enhancements and the most appealing back round. In psychology class we learn that companies use colors to influence our behavior, like red makes you feel hungry, blue and green make you feel calm and relaxed, and yellow makes you feel uncomfortable. Mc Donald's choose the color's red and yellow for the logo because they want you to feel hungry and come to their restaurant to eat, and yellow because they don't want you to stay there long. This just shows how large industries have us by a firm grip and we do want they desire. Another way we are being manipulated is the back round of an object. Beau Otto shows that a different color back round can change the appearance of an object, companies can make you buy a product by simply changing a back round. This might be weird but tampons and pad companies use this technique by making the back round either a dark blue color or by making the surroundings appear soft or cozy. Beau Otto is on the right track thinking how even the slightest detail can change your whole perception of an object or figure

21st Century Education

After watching the Ken Robinson video on the modern day education system I thought about the past ten years of my school career and thought if it was pointless. I came up with the answer that no it wasn't completely pointless I have learned some valuble skills while attending school. Not only did I learn basic math, science, and reading skills, but I've ventured on to more complex levels of thinking. Like science. I've learned the basics like everyone else, but when presented the oppirtunity to learn more about lets say biology I took it. Now not only did I learn about the human body, but I understand how it works. Aside from acedemics I've learned useful life skills that I will need outside of school, such as socializing. It might not seem that important but most of school is to socialize and make friends so it's not this completly dreadful thing. Socializing is an important skill outside of school. It can help you get a job that you want because you made a connection with the intreveiwer, and school is one of the only times you get to practice this skill, most of your friends you've made while attending school. For a perfect school I would make test writing a group effort. As you move on to a career your most likely not going to work by yourself, most jobs your working as team and not an individual, so why not test the theory to take tests as a group it's not only testing your knowledge of the subject but your communication skills as well. I also think that for a perfect school system you would have to take up to grade eight, thats all the basics, and then you have the option to either take some time off and resume school when you have a better idea of what you want to be, or jump right into the new high school which would allow you to study what you want. For example say you wanted to study your sciences because you wanted to be a doctor, but you wanted to take a year off just incase you changed your mind. After that year was done and you wanted to resume school again you would sign up for sciences and your courses would revolve directly around science, not history, not math, this way the student gets to pick what they wants to do instead of being forced to do something he as no interest in. Next year I am going to go to Okanagan College and take my first two years of sciences. From there I will transfer to UBC and finish my bachelors of science. If I could focus on just my sciences my science marks would be greatly affected.

Walk A Paragraph

I woke up this morning to my head pounding, as I drag myself out of bed I got the reacurring taste of wiskey. A memory of a bad night. I pull myself to my feet and stumble my way to the bathroom to relieve myself. "Nothing out of the ordinary" I think to myself. "Just another average night at the bar." I walk out of the bathroom and make my way to my kitchen, I open the fridge to find all the shelfs empty. "Looks like I'm eating out again" I say to the emptiness of my run down apartment. I walk back to my bedroom to get dressed, not too many options to choose from. I grab the nicest pair of jeans I could find, it had a couple rips and tears but no noticable holes, and my old tattered jean jacket and walked out the door. The air outside was crisp, and I felt the cold air bite at my legs through the tears of my jeans. I didn't shower today, actually I haven't showered in a while, didn't matter, who was I trying to impress anyways? I walked a couple blocks down from my apartment to the mall, it was the closest place I could get something for breakfast. Once I reached the mall I headed to starbucks to get a coffee, anything to cure this throbbing hangover. I ordered my drink, a tall coffee, no sugar, no cream and went to sit outside where I could smoke. No one else was out there just me and my coffee. As I swirled the black liquid around I was joined by a couple with a little dog, a squirrelly looking thing that just stared at me with a strange look.
"Mind if I smoke?" I asked thinking to be polite.
"Uh no not at all" replied the man sitting beside his partner.
I took the carton of cigarettes out of my jacket pocket and looked inside, four cigarettes and a joint I must of rolled earlier. I took a cigarette and gestured to the couple if the wanted one. The man just showed his disapproval with a simple wave of his hand, I shrugged and pocketed the rest of the carton. I sat still for a while wondering what I'd do today, I looked up and saw a kid staring at me through the window of starbucks. What was he looking at? I mean I know I stand out of a crowd, but didn't his parents teach him it's wrong to stare? Maybe he was staring at my hair, showering for a week couldn't have looked good, or maybe my teeth, or the rest of my teeth. Feeling uncomfortable I downed my coffee and got ready to leave when I was interrupted but a voice.
"Hey Jerry!"
I turned around to see a familiar face heading towards me.
"How are ya?" He asked.
"Great man, what have you been up to?" I asked even though I couldn't put a name to his face.
"Not much, just working still. You still haven't found a job since you got laid off?" Said this unfamiliar face.
I must of knew him from somewhere, probably from a night at the bar. "Yeah still searching." I replied.
"Ah, that's s#*!$!, well keep looking, hey could I bum a smoke?" He said.
"Sure" I pulled out a cigarette and handed it to him. "Light?" I asked.
He nodded.
After I lit him up I gave him a wave and started to walk away. I headed back home where I could sleep off this hangover. I'd probably wake up sometime in the afternoon and head back to the bar just to repeat my new daily routine.

My Superpower

If I could have any superpower in the world, even though superpowers don't exist, I'd want to have telekinesis. Think about it to be able to move multiple things with your mind, you'd get so much done and it would be effortless, and since telekinesis is the bending of the rule of physics the weight of an object wouldn't matter you could lift cars with just a simple thought. With telekinesis anything is possible, you could make yourself fly by repelling yourself from the ground, and since I would be using it all the time it would just become a tool I'd use in everyday life. It would also be like having every superpower. You could run super fast by just making your legs speed up. You could breathe underwater by creating an air bubble around you. You'd be able to speed up and slow down time without ease. No one could tell you what to do. Compared to all the other super powers telekinesis wins by far, because it's anything you want. Teleporting would be way more efficient than driving and would take far less time, and would save you money. All of these powers are just a different variation of telekinesis, I would be able to do all these things like a pro in time, any other superpower would just be useless compared to telekinesis. All super heroes eventually lose but none of them have the power telekinesis, Superman is weakened by kryptonite and eventually dies, but there is no weakness to telekinesis, so there would be no way I could die. Spiderman runs around New York City in tights, and nice colour scheme buddy, red and blue who are you miss America? If I was a super hero I wouldn't wear tights, it makes you look a lot smaller than you actually are, as in muscle tone. "With great power comes great responsibility" Ben Parker.