Rwanda Debate

Debate Time

I thought that this discussion opened my eyes to what the real situation in Rwanda was. All the arguments, accusations, and conflicting view points made this a very fun activity. I personally represented Juvenal Habyarimana and have read many articles on him. I think that he was truly a leader of a majority pressured by his public and rebel groups to take sides. Other groups in the discussion think otherwise about Mr. Habyarimana though.Among these are Mike B and his Rwandan Patriotic Front who believe that Juvenal was a ruthless dictator and was determined on riding the world of Tutsis. The group that represents Paul Kagame also believes that we were set straight on killing the Tutsi minority of Rwanda. Brent Bookmen (along with myself) had to stand up for Mr. Habyarimana and try to convince all of the groups (and the moderator) that the man we were representing was a true leader and was simply pressured into doing what he had done by Paul Kagame and The Rwandan Patriotic Front.

This has shown me how a real official debate may take place and I hope to take place in another one. I thought that it was an interesting way to learn about a topic that was a real global tragedy as if we were the ones to decide what the overall outcome of the situation would be.

Juvenal Habyarimana and the Rwandan Genocide

An Outspoken Leader
In character, Juvenal Habyarimana was a great leader. He had grown up being oppressed by Tutsis under Belgium rule and was simply returning the favor. Later in his presidency, he began to lose power and became scared that Tutsi revolutionaries (led by Paul Kagame) in Uganda were going to overthrow his administration just like they had to the president of Uganda. Habyarimana later let Tutsi refugees that he had originally oppressed return to Rwanda freely to try to settle the score with the Tutsis. He was later shot down by Paul Kagame and his rebel group (or by Hutu extremists as some believe) in April of ’94. He was trying to become untied as a country but he was shot down and killed for it.
Out of character, I believe that Kagame and Habyarimana were both equally responsible for starting this. Habyarimana for using segregation to try to get revenge on the Tutsis for segregating against him as a child and for brainwashing people who would later become the interahamwe to o out and kill their Tutsi neighbors. I now blame Kagame for overreacting and killing Habyarimana. If he hadn’t shot down that plane, his people would have lived in segregation and not have been murdered.

The Individual is Not Dead

The Individual is Not Dead


The point the Emerson was trying to get across in "The American Scholar" dosen't hold true today.



Emersons argument is shot down today with just one word. Parents. Parents do both their job( if they have one), care for their children, and care for their parents(If they need the care). Emerson says that " The priest becomes a form; the attorney astatue book; the mechanic a machine; the sailor the rope of the ship", this is not true today becasue in this terrible economy, people may hold more than one job, so their lives are ivolved in two things and not just consumed by a singular task. This is not what Emerson says because he says that the thinker can be only the thinker and not the farmer, but in todays world, the thinker may need to become the planter to make a bit more money to get by. This way the thinker is now not just the thinker, he is the thinker and the planter.

Even though people now a days are becoming more specialized in what they do, people arent entirley their job. People are also children, citizens, and maybe parents, in addition to their job. The priest now becomes a religious model as well as a priest, the sailor becomes an adventurer as well as a sailor, and the attorney(in some cases) may become a smoth talking slimeball as well as an attorney. This also adds to my point that even though Emerson was a great writter and respected by many, the way things see,ed back at the time he lived have changed into what occurs today.

Mr October

Michael Myers

He sports a white kabuki mask, a blue almost janitor like jumpsuit, and wields a kitchen knife. The first glimpse of Michael Myers that we get in the Halloween series is of him as a child stabbing his older sister to death on a Halloween night. Michael’s parents then send him to a children’s psychiatric hospital because after he killed his sister, he was in trance like state of some sort. Michael is moved to an adult psychiatric ward once he turns 21, but while he is being moved, Myers steals a car and escapes.
Through out the series of movies, Myers is tracked down by Dr. Sam Loomis who was his child psychiatrist at the child’s ward he was at. Loomis eventually came to the conclusion that Myers was nothing than pure evil. Loomis is the one who tracks down Myers at the end of the 1st movie and ends up shooting him six times right as he was about to finish off the heroine of the movie.
Michael Myers is one of those types of characters that I believe is interesting. His age progresses as the movie series goes on, but in the first movie he is 21. He has been in a psychiatric hospital for the past fifteen years because of what led him to kill his older sister when he was six. He picks random victims and isolates them from everyone as he did in the first film by killing off all of the heroine’s friends and cutting their phone lines.
He also never seems to die. I know it is a movie but I think that if a man got stabbed in the chest with a kitchen knife, stabbed in the eye with a wire hanger, got shot six times, and fell off a balcony on the second story of a house that he would be dead. I guess that the feeling that he can never be killed just adds to his horror factor because a)If you assumed he was dead and he wasn’t, you would put your guard down and then be a goner and b)He always seems to disappear, so you will never know where he will strike next.
All in all, Michael Myers has added to the fun that this country has on Halloween by giving us a series of movies to enjoy as well as a character to sleep in fear off as we think back on the films we have just watched.

My Second Life

My Swim Team
I remember the first time I walked through that steel gate. I was 8. I walked up on to the pool deck with my suit tied tight and my goggles on my head. A lady walked up to me and said "Hello, my name is Megan. I'll be your coach while you are on this team." I smiled at the lady and then listened to what I was supposed to do.
I jumped into the pool, the cold water jutting a chill down my spine despite the fact that it was a relatively warm summer morning. I came back to the wall on the side of the pool and then pushed and got going on my warm up. This warm up consisted of doing as my coach said" Eight lengths freestyle."
By the time I had finished my warm up, I was exhausted. I knew I had to not show it because the practice was not even fifteen minutes over and everyone else I was swimming with didn’t even show the smallest signs of fatigue. The next 45 minutes I was in the pool was a workout of which I had never experienced before, but it also gave me a feeling, a feeling that I was finally in the right place.
I went through the rest of the practice the best I could then I got out and ran over to my towel. I was immersed in a sudden cloak of warmth as the towel absorbed the water that was dripping off of me. I walked over to my mom and explained to her how I had felt like I had fit in and had a lot of fun.
I am still on that swim team today, and have also started swimming for a more advanced level team. This team holds its practices at the Rec Center.
Through the team I joined that summer, I learned to enjoy the sport and feel how fun the sport can be. Through my practicing at the Rec Center, I have been able to hone my stroke techniques, increase my speed, and have been able to compete in regulation swim meets. I am also going to try out for the swim team here at Stevenson and hopefully be an asset to the team.
In my Six years in the world of swimming I have learned one thing from it. Swimming is not only a sport; it is a way of life.

Swine Flu

Swine Flu

The Plague of the 21st Century

If you get the flu you may get a fever, sore throat, chills and maybe start to vomit. If you get the swine flu you may get some of these symptoms as well just the repercussions may be much worse. According to BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) there has been over 125,000 reported cases of swine flu since its outbreak four months ago and over 700 deaths worldwide.
This disease may turn into a real problem once cooler months start to come because this new flu has spread in about six weeks as wide as influenza had spread in six months. Even with a new vaccine available on the market for use, this disease will have a monstrous effect on the country this flu season because the vaccine may not be available to all.
The BBC has also said that they believe that at least thirty percent of the UK’s population will become infected with the H1N1 this season. the believed outcome is 82.7-82.9 % percent of the people who get it only having mild symptoms but also have a fatality rate of anywhere from 0.1-3.5% with other statistics mixed in.
The groups that are at the highest risk of infection are children bellow the age of five, pregnant women, and the elderly. Hopefully the numbers by the BBC don’t add up because if so then that means around 18,000 infected Brits with 800 to 1000 of them ending up dying from the disease.
On the American side, the country has lost 263 to t is disease (the greatest if any country so far) and has declared a public health emergency. Over two billion dollars of emergency funds will go for purchasing vaccine materials to insure that the impact of the disease this season may not be as bad as it is supposed to be.
The world may not like to face the truth but we are stuck with a major disease on our hands. This will definitely not be as bad as the Black Plague over in Europe, but if we don’t prepare well now, the death toll this season may be greater than we wish it to be. All we can do is get our annual flu shots and if the offer it, the H1N1 shot and also do our best to keep healthy this season. We are basically walking into a wall of water and it is our decision of how much of us are going to get washed away.

My Six-Stringed Passion

My Six-Stringed Passion
I was 12 when I got it. All six of its aluminum strings shined as if it had fallen from heaven. It had a bright glossy rosewood finish that you could see your reflection in and a beautiful black nut maple neck. For the first time in my young life, I was in love.
I brought the instrument up stairs and “tried” to play a song. Even though I had never had a single lesson in my life, I felt as if I could play along to about any song. I felt on top of the world at that moment, and nobody could take it away from me. after my delusions of becoming the greatest rock star ever were over I quickly ran back downstairs because I had remembered seeing a small black box by the side of the guitar but was too distracted by the magnificence of the instrument to give it a second glance.
The amplifier had many knobs and buttons on it just waiting to aid in my quest for musical domination. I plugged my guitar into the “magic box” via the cable I located on my second trip downstairs and watched my new instrument come alive. I knew at that moment that this was not just a simple phase of some sort; I had discovered a new lifestyle.
I started lessons about two months later at a small music store about five minutes from my house. When I first walked into the store my mom talked with the man behind the counter and asked about lessons. Eventually the man behind the counter asked me what kind of music I liked. I quietly replied with “rock”, which was the genre that had inspired me to want to play the guitar in the first place.
The man looked at a paper on the counter then started to ask my mom about times that would be good for us. “How about 8 tonight”, the man said.
“That would be just fine”, my mom replied.
The man behind the desk picked up another paper and began to inspect it. While he was doing so another man with an old T-shirt walked up from the back of the store. The two men talked for a moment then the second man began to talk. “Hello”’ he said. “My name is J.T. and by the looks of things, it seems that you and I will be playing guitar together.” I replied with the first word to come to my head, “cool”. I went back to the store later than evening and began my journey into the world of the guitar.
It has been over a year and a half since I walked into that store for the first time on that chilly March afternoon and I have been going back there almost every week to hone my skills on six strings with help from J.T. I will never forget the day that I saw that guitar for the first time or the feeling of walking into the music store and something just feeling right. I will also remember that December 25, 2007 was the starting point of my voyage into the unknown world of six magic strings.