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The Advent of Tennis

Tennis – such a lovely sport. Watching a bright green ball fly from one side of a dark green court to another. Actually getting in the game, swinging your racket in just the right position, just the right spot, hitting the tennis ball and smiling in satisfaction of your perfect hit.

But perhaps you’re not perfect at tennis. Maybe you don’t play at Wimbledon. Maybe every time you swing your racket, you’ll miss. Maybe once in a while, when you actually hit it, the ball doesn’t go anywhere where you expect it.

But you know what? You keep on going. You don’t stop. Because that’s what sports – that’s what tennis – is about: trying, failing, and trying, until you succeed. And enjoying every step of the way. Because whether you’re playing against a brick wall, or whether you’re playing with friends at night and the mosquitoes are biting and the heat is stunning but you don’t care, or even if you play at Wimbledon along with the big names, or even if you are one of the big names in tennis – you don’t stop.

Because that’s what tennis is all about. That’s what sports are about. Now stop reading, go forth, go for your dreams, and keep in mind these principles that I’ve used for tennis – don’t stop, keep going, and try, fail, try, and succeed. Most importantly, have fun every step of the way.

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Chess, and How It Changed Entertainment at Camp

It is free time at a summer camp we have lovingly dubbed “nerd camp”. For one hour, we are free to do whatever we choose, within reason. Many of us watch television – the World Cup games are exciting, after all. Some go outside and play in the sun. Yet an entire group of people do neither of these things.

Instead of watching soccer – World Cup is only on so much of the time – or playing outside (and getting all sweaty and gross), around ten people chose to watch chess.

The idea of watching chess anywhere else but “nerd camp” may be strange. It is very hard to invite a friend over and ask them to play chess. While chess is certainly a fun game, given many other options, it’s usually not a person’s first choice.

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The Fall of a Killer

Prose and poetry done at a recent writing class.

“The visiting times have ended,” a nurse said to Jason. “I’m terribly sorry, sir, but rules are rules, and you’ll have to leave now. You’re welcome to come back tomorrow morning.”

Jason watched the heart monitor screen fluctuate – up and down, up and down. IV tubing delivered medicines and saline into his daughter Eliza’s arm. Her face bore no emotion.

He was quiet. Eliza’s skin was pale. Jason reached forward, touching her tender lips. He wanted her to talk. To speak to him. To smile. To say hello.

No sounds came out of her lips. She did not move. The steady beeps of the heart monitor continued. Memories flashed through Jason’s mind.

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How Right, How Wrong (plus one more)

Prose and poetry done at a writing class taken recently.

A quiet and crisp night – only the moon shines through the forest. It is silent, like God has put a silken sheet over the world. Only the soft drips of raindrops as they fall to the floor of the forest can be heard.

Rain is curiously simple in some aspects – it is really just water – yet it embodies a much more complex idea behind it. Standing in the forest, one cannot help but listen to the rain dripping downwards, drenching the leaves like tears from a forgotten goddess. The pitter-patter forms music, and thunder becomes the rhythmic offset to the moment.

As the lightning flashes, however, much more becomes evident. A deer, running for safety from the rain. An ant, desperately making for its home but being caught in the pools of tears. Suddenly, as the clouds rumble overhead, a more saddening situation is felt.

You feel one with the animals, small, weak, and helpless. One with the forest, and one of many.

This is beauty.

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To Love What You Do: A Pastrami Ham Story

This morning, as I got ready for school, my father helped me make a quick sandwich. As he got out the deli bag of pastrami ham we had purchased the previous day, however, we both noticed something peculiar. This bag of pastrami was different from before.

I have eaten a sandwich for breakfast for the last two years. Crucial for what I deem to be a healthy breakfast, we have purchased bag after bag of ham, turkey, and other sliced meats fresh from the deli counter at our local grocery store.

Over the months, I felt as if the quality of the service was degrading. Workers appeared more sleepier. Most seemed very anxious to get home. On some occasions they would be completely off in their weight estimations, and at other times they would close the deli early without notice in their eagerness to get home.

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The Current State of Music, and Popular Culture

Note: This is my personal take on a popular culture situation. Some discretion advised.

Turn on the radio and tune into any top-50 hit music station in 2010, and you’ll discover a hip mix of rap, pop, and country. They’re the songs that make up the musical culture of today’s generation, with even kids listening to this music.

The mix of music is innocent – one shouldn’t comment on an individual’s musical preference. It’s when you listen to the lyrics and subliminal meanings these songs give that you realize what exactly music is putting into the heads of this generation. It’s my generation as well, so I am right to be worried:

A too-big portion of the top songs mention sex of some form as lyrics or subliminal meaning, whether it’s background music or just the lyrics, hidden in plain sight. Should we worry about these songs?

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Microsoft, Google, and "Bero Getts"

When I was young, I was obsessed with some things that other children weren’t obsessed over. While the other first graders at my school constantly collected Pokemon trading cards, I was interested in other things: computers, technology, and more specifically – Bill Gates.

It’s kind of funny to look back, now that I’m thirteen, and see how absolutely hilarious my obsession was. But it was true – from kindergarten, I went in love with Bill Gates, because from a little child who wants to get rich, Bill Gates was the kind of guy to idolize.

At a very small age, my parents had familiarized me with him. He dropped out of college, started his own company, and now – as a result – he was rich. It was all I needed to know. I didn’t even know his English name, simply literally sounding out the Chinese “pronunciation” of the name, “Bero Getts.”

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Changing the World: Technology in Schools

I cannot fight a battle of which I do not understand – many problems exist out of my control, but short of donating to causes or volunteering my time and efforts, I can only watch from the sidelines. I do feel that I have the ability to change some realms however – problems I have a chance in solving.

Being a teenager has exposed me to the many problems public school systems have. I’ve noticed that schools have great difficulty communicating with families. More than just a problematic phone or email system, I feel it represents a need for a drastic reform of “communication”. It is one of my dreams to create a solution to these problems.

The truth is that schools haven’t adapted to the Internet and technology. They tend to be very afraid when it comes to these areas – afraid of problems, of glitches, of the uncontrollable events that tend to result, and of the possible lawsuits from overly protective parents worrying about their child’s privacy.

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Trials at Marketing: The Lessons Learned

You must remember,” my mother told me yesterday before dinner, “that all sales begin with a no. Every single person on this planet doesn’t like being solicited for money. It’s your job to turn their no into a yes.”

Having experienced first-hand that day exactly what my mother was talking about, I could agree. Although I was raising money for a charity, it was nonetheless soliciting for money. Almost no one likes to give away money.

Perhaps it is my luck I have been gifted with the opportunity to attempt to find sponsors for a school-related project a team and I have been working on so feverishly. It is crucial that sponsors be found.

It is a terrific thing, I believe, to be able to experience failure. My father oft tells me that a man is not complete without failure. It takes a true man to be able to understand the faults of themselves, acknowledge them, and move on. Not recognizing them is fatal, and it is best to make mistakes young.

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Matumaini [Hope]

Note: This is a submission I made to a writing contest. I publish it here.

A hundred ways to say no: I’m busy, I have someone to meet, I forgot my wallet – humankind seems to be able to create excuses on the fly. It’s easier to lie to someone when you know you’ll probably never see them again.

The Salvation Army worker stands in the cold. He holds a bell, ringing it slowly. His gloves do not alleviate the cold. Behind him, his sign hangs on a wooden post.

The collection can shakes in the wind, empty.

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[Archivals] Why the Mid-East Wars Never Should Have Happened

This essay was published in December of 2009. I had read multiple articles regarding the state of the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars and I wrote about them in this post. Unfortunately, the post wasn’t very well researched.

Highly incorrect and mistaken in multiple parts, I preserve it here for historical purposes. I ask that you not take this too heavily in consideration. I keep it as a testament and reminder to myself, and also as a public way of acknowledging my mistake.

For more information, read the responses left by S and the reply by me.

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