Monday, December 31, 2018

Goodbye 2018, Hello 2019 (by William)


2018 has been a year full of changes, trying new things, and working hard.  It’s filled with excitements and important things that have benefited every one of my family members.

Through this joyful year, I have achieved a lot and participated in many events, which made me stronger.  How?  By trying new things, your eyes will open “further.”  Here is an analogy.  Imagine you are sitting in a dark room, and there is one window.  As you lift the window shade, more and more light streams in.  As you experience more, the further you will understand the world.  Some important achievements and benchmarks include –


I feel that in the 11 years of my life, 2018 has been the best and most productive.  2019 is right around the curb, and I can’t wait for the clock to strike twelve.  The Old Father Time will release his grasp of the year of 2018, give birth to Baby New Year, and die a symbolic death.  2019 marks the beginning of more hope, joy, and appreciation.  It’s the year before another decade as well.  I have already have my hopes high for the New Year.  Some of my excitements and hopes for 2019 are –

1. Learn how to cook more dishes
2. Use the “Appreciation Jar” that mom made to recognize other people’s help and contribution
3. Work even harder than I did in 2018
4. Grasp good opportunities that come by to experience more
5. Enhance my extra curriculum activities

Baby New Year is very close now, and I set my hopes high, hopefully I will be able to accomplish my goals.  Goodbye for now and the next time I write a blog, the year shall be 2019.

 

My First Paycheck (by William)


Yes, it is true.  I am not kidding, I have received my first paycheck at the age of 11.  How did I do that?  I participated the rehearsals and church services during the holiday season as a young musician.  I was one of the three kids recommended by the Los Angeles Children’s Chorus to help with the church choir.  Singing for the beautiful church and making new friends was a marvelous experience for me, at the same time, I earned $140 from accepting the challenge. 

During the church services, especially the one on Christmas Eve, I could feel thousands of pairs of staring eyes fixed on the orchestra, the adult choir, and the children’s chorus.  As I looked around, I saw the warm and intent faces of the audience.  A blanket of warmth and cheer hung in the air.  The orchestra played on joyfully, lifting the spirits of man and beast alike.  Then I opened my mouth and let the music and lyrics flow out.   
 
On the first day of the rehearsal, I discovered that I am the only one from the Intermediate choir, while the other two kids are both from the Concert choir. I learned about their interests and personalities by chatting with them during breaks. One of them goes to Poly, the school I applied but was put on waiting list.  The world is never as big as you think it is.  The percussionist in the orchestra is Mr. McCoy, the Math teacher in my school.

For my $140 paycheck, I need to pay $20 to my dad who drove me back and forth for rehearsals and performances (gasoline reimbursement), and $20 to my mom for the cost of the black shirt required for the services.  After that I have $100 left.  $5 of which I will donate to charity, and the rest will be used for my school supplies and my family’s activities. 

Thank you so much Mrs. Brigham and Mrs. Jolley for this wonderful opportunity.  I made new friends and earned the first paycheck of my life!  If an opportunity like this comes by again, I am sure to take it.      
      
PS: I donated $10 to Pennies for Patients through school, and my contribution will be in good use fining cures for cancer patients. 

My Dream Job (by William)


“Hello.”  I started.  “Would you like to check out that book?”  Asked Ms. Kahn, the head librarian as she pointed at the book I was holding.  “Yes, I would ma’am, thank you.”  I replied.  From that day on, I decided that I need a new job in my new school.  Get me right, ever since I was a toddler, I have loved books.  Books are our friends from birth to death, as long as we embrace them and let them be our friends.  My love for books has grown even more over the years.  Having more than 500 of my own books is only one example of how much I love books. 

I asked Ms. Kahn if I could enlist for a library assistant, and she immediately whisked me to Andrew, the head assistant.  He said I would have to train to become an assistant, and I eagerly agreed.  My two days of training went very smooth--Andrew taught me how to check out books, check in books, and how to use the library catalog.  After I was fully trained, I immediately signed up for days of duty.
 
During my library duty time, I assist people check out books, answer their questions, and I always feel proud and happy by helping others.  I also discovered things that I would not have known before.  For instance, I found out that my old acquaintance, “the Princess Aurora” is also a library assistant.  (Please visit my old blog, especially the last photo, about Princess Aurora and Price Philip at https://worldthroughchildrenseyes.blogspot.com/2015/06/favorite-classes-in-summer-camp-by.html)  We even made plans to create a school book club! 
 
Being one of the library staff made me determined to only take on the jobs that I desire and love doing.  Ethan, my blog partner, do you really want to sit in a deep vault counting money all day as a banker?  I know you are fond of money.  I want everyone reading this article to think about your future--what do you want to be?
 
 
 

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Letter to Santa (by William)

Dear Santa,

Have you had a good year so far?  I hope you do!  Before I mention the things that I want this year, I have a few questions for you.  Is Mrs. Claus doing well?  Have the elves been working hard?  Do you have children?  How do you get around the globe in one night?  Which of the reindeer likes our house the most?  Lastly and most importantly, do you have any Christmas wishes?  Is there anything you want?  We may be able to give you something.

This Christmas, I would like to ask for five presents from you.  I want Wings of Fire: Moon Rising and Wings of Fire: Winter Turning.  I know I can reread copies from libraries.  Yet, I think I would read them over and over.  I want National Geographic Kids Funny Fill In: My Ocean Adventure.  It sounds interesting and I can’t find it in libraries.  I also would like National Parks Monopoly.  I want to learn the original way of playing.  Last but not least, I want a Lego Architecture Shanghai Skyline set.  Building it can teach me about the city itself.

I know there are many families in need.   If too many need your help, you don’t have to give me all of the presents. 

Sincerely,
William 
PS. Be sure to check the dinner table for cookies. 
 

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Oh, Middle School Middle School! (by William)

It was the first day of middle school.  My mom held my hand and whispered to me, "Good luck."  As I sauntered up to the gate, I waved back at her.  Then I whipped around and headed for my first class of the day.  The staircase was very crowded.  It was full of kids rushing up and down the stairs.  What seemed like a year to pass, I finally reached the second floor.  I took a deep breath.  From then on, my new life in middle school began.

It has been two and a half months into my 6th grade year, and I have already encountered many challenges and dilemmas.  For example, when my choir LACC invited me to perform in LA Opera's production, Hansel and Gretel, I was very excited.  Based on my experience in A Trip to the Moon,  I loved being a performer onstage.  Unfortunately, the opera requires a lot of dedication.  I would have to miss a minimum of 6 days of school, and the rehearsals also would conflict with my other activities such as swim practices.  After thinking for a day or so, I finally decided to decline the invitation because I don't want to miss any school days, nor to have a hard time catching up to the classwork and homework.  I need to set important things as priorities, and spend time and energy on those first.

I also have noticed a huge difference between middle and elementary schools.  There are lots of homework and projects in the middle school, and I must budget my time to get things done more efficiently.

However, middle school is very energizing.  I have been adapting into the new school--I have made some new friends, and I like my classes and teachers a lot.

My school has an awesome library filled with books, board games, computers, and even a pet "exhibition."  There is a tortoise named Poppy, and a green parakeet named Zucchini.  There used to be another parakeet named Poseidon, but he died recently.  Luckily, the school bought a yellow parakeet to be Zucchini's company.

I also love school because all my teachers are nice.
  • Mrs. Rogan, my Science teacher, helps the class reduce stress by teaching us the finger tapping technique.
  • Miss Simonian, my History teacher, is creative.  Many years ago when she was a World History TA, she was asked to draw an animal.  She drew a creature with a head, body, and four legs and named it Stumpy.  She still draws Stumpies while teaching and I love drawing Stumpies in my projects.
  • Mr. Brown, my honors Math teacher, is extremely funny, and my chin can be "laughed out" at times.
  • Mrs. Diggs, my advanced Orchestra teacher is very kind to us.
  • Mrs. Ryu, my honors English teacher, is very detail-oriented and grades our essays very carefully.  Any missing commas or misplaced apostrophes will be spotted by her vigilant, eagle eyes.
  • Mr. Yarbrough, my PE coach, loves socializing.
  • Mr. Hilger, my SOAR teacher, looks like a handsome movie star.

Ah, Middle School, Middle School!  Whether I like it or not, childhood is waving goodbye.  So l've decided to enjoy my years in middle school.


P.S. The yellow parakeet is now named Sunshine.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

THE CLOWN (by Ethan)


I am a clown who patrols the streets, but I cannot see.

people scream and slam their doors, for they fear me,

even though I am just a clown with a nose round as ever.


I am a clown who patrols the streets, but I cannot see.

and policemen rush out with shining guns,

they shout “stop or we’ll take you down!”

but I am just a clown, alas why do they do this?”


I am a clown who patrols the streets, but I cannot see.

and perhaps for the first time in my life, I realize,

that I am missing my eyes.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Auroura, the Clover, and Me, Demeter (by Ethan)


Life has taken a significant downfall after that Auroura came. Dude, you should’ve heard the gods when she arrived at Olympus! I had to stuff my ears with corn, because being the goddess of the harvest, I couldn’t find much else(mind you, it was very uncomfortable[c’mon, try putting a 2-inch rod in your earhole!]). The reason for the uproar is because she is beautiful beyond measure. She has warm, sparkling eyes, and her skin and hair are softer than water. Zeus looked especially happy. This is because Auroura is actually Zeus’ daughter! And her son has befriended my dear Persephone! Zeus made Auroura goddess of good luck because he thought that good fortune brought her her looks. She also has this sort of cloud over her head that makes everything warp and get all bent and twisted if it gets more than two feet from the goddess. This prevents her from hiding. It had been given to her by Zeus, saying “No goddess shall hide from fortune,” because apparently, the cloud contains the entire capacity of good luck there is. Aphrodite later told me that she kind of felt annoyed that Auroura was “taking away my physical vibe and putting it on herself”. And I can’t blame her. 
      Later, I found out that Auroura had a hobby for making objects and making them bring good fortune, and when one day she came up with a new object, decided to partner up with Hephaestus, the god of smiths and fire, to help her make it, and together, they made radiant penny coins, shiny as the sun and the color of bronze, and when they were made, Auroura would cast her good luck spell on the pennies and scatter them around the Earth, bringing with them the tradition of finding lucky pennies. That made even mortals admire Auroura.
Once, a very bad argument between me and Auroura left me feeling bitter. Little did I know that it would change my life: Persephone had grown quite attracted to Auroura’s son, whom I had never met. Now, they were going out to play, and I saw the boy for the first time: He was a hefty figure, with jet black hair and almost always wearing a helmet(I do wonder how he keeps cool under it). He can run as fast as a buffalo, too. After I had seed off Persephone, I went to my favorite spot to rest, a hilltop made of wheat. I slept for 2 hours, and still, they played on. Far away on the hill, waking up from a very heavy slumber, I rubbed my bleary eyes and looked up just in time to see the son giving Persephone a roundish something, like a piece of fruit. She ate it, but then a huge chasm opened up in the ground and woosh! she fell in like a stone. The chasm then slammed shut with an almighty BOOM! that I swear knocked over trees as far as Crete, and Persephone was gone. I was shocked. I started to call her. I called and called for nearly three days and nights. But, there was no response. So, I grieved. My sadness was like some thick eternal noxious fluid, secreting into even Mt.Olympus and infecting everyone it touched, so that everyone grew sad and did nothing more than stare into space and whack into each other.  In fact, I grieved so much, that every plant on Earth wilted and it got all cold. The mortals now call it “winter”, in memory of my mortal sister, who used to control the seasons. I was also angry that the son would dare give my daughter bad fruit. After thinking about what I could do to save her, I suddenly had an idea.“Maybe Auroura can help me look for it, she is the goddess of good fortune, and after all, it was her son who had given Persephone the fruit.” So, I began searching for her. I searched and searched, and I was walking by a very unusual fence, when everything began to bend as if they were being twisted by a giant hand. It was only then that I knew that Auroura was somewhere near. And, as I stood in shock, I saw distinctly, a flash of pure green. I also saw…I rubbed my eyes to make sure they weren’t deceiving me. There was movement inside the green something! I decided that I had to investigate. Stepping over the fence, I was faced with a jawdropping sight: There, right in the middle of the sea of green, was Auroura!
After my long search was over, I saw then that she had a secret garden of 4-leaf clovers which she had obtained from Hera(AURGH!!), explaining why there was so much green, which she was chilling out in. Despite the fact that my head now felt like it was filled with a million nuclear bombs because I was so furious thinking all the time “How come her garden has survived my winter spell?”, I managed to keep my voice straight. “Do you, by any chance, happen to know where my daughter Persephone is, when she was playing with your son this afternoon?” Auroura responded, “I do know that the duo were playing together, and that Persephone was given a fruit, but I do not know, however, what happened to her, because I wasn’t there.” This did not help with my anger, and I felt just about ready to asphyxiate her. Finally, it was too much. I wanted more than anything to yell at Auroura, so to keep my emotions from going berserk, I decided to avert the subject to the garden instead.
“My young friend,” I said. “What a lovely garden, my favorite plant is the 4-leaf clover, I think this garden should belong to me.” 
“Sorry, Demeter, I do not think so, for I have been given this garden by Hera herself, queen of the gods and goddesses!”
“No one refuses mighty Demeter. I will take it by force if it is not mine right now, whether you like it or not!”
Just then, Hera appeared by Auroura’s side and replied to me “Auroura speaks the truth. The garden is a rare source of happiness for her, which she treasures greatly. Taking it away will mean taking away her joy and serenity!” Believe me, that day, I got so mad, some part of me changed. Now, whenever someone asks me a nosy question, instead of saying “I don’t want to speak right now’, as I usually do, I find myself turning everyone that annoyed me into ergot-infested rye. Whenever I saw Auroura’s son, I would, in a state of near subconsciousness due to my rage, spit curses at him, and once, I even came to my senses to find that I had just thrown my cornucopia at him(a cornucopia is a horn of plenty). In the days following my dispute, I decided I had to teach Auroura a lesson, so I waited until night fell, until I knew Auroura was asleep, and then went into her sleeping chambers. And there, glowing so brightly that I had to shield my eyes, was a golden 4-leaf clover, I repeat, A GOLDEN 4-LEAF CLOVER!(double AURGH!!)along with a peacefully sleeping Auroura. Her hair was fluttering as she breathed. Quickly and as stealthily as a cat, I promptly swiped the 4-leaf clover, dashed up 35 floors, and lobbed it out of the highest window on Mt. Olympus, where it made a very loud clatter when it hit the ground, then returned to Auroura’s bedroom and sheltered behind her nightstand. I chose not to run partly because I wanted to witness her reaction, partly because that is the sort of goddess that I am.
When Auroura woke up, my fear of being spotted overcame me, so I carefully snuck out of my hiding spot and crawled under the bed. Soon after, I could hear sniffling, then moderate crying. Auroura’s extended hand, fumbling with the spot where the golden clover had been, was wet with tears from her wiping her eyes, then, she got out of bed, still crying, with her tears flooding the floor, and went out of the door. When I knew she was gone, I crawled out and inspected Auroura’s quarters. Almost everything was decorated with all the good-luck trinkets she’d crafted over the years. And, more surprising, her tears were gold. I discovered this when I stepped on something wet and look at my foot soles to find that they were gold. I thought that seeing her so melancholy would make me happy. But it didn’t. The funny thing was that getting revenge on Auroura did not make me feel the slightest bit better. The reason was that I had not found Persephone yet! I later learned that the pomegranate was food of the dead, which was the reason that she had disappeared into the ground. It had nothing to do with Auroura or her son, but the tussle we had seriously damaged our friendship. There was something about the 4-leaf clover that I did not know, however. Auroura had cast a spell on the golden clover, granting it eternal good fortune. While the clover had lain there, the wind had blown the spell onto all of the 4-leaf clovers growing on Earth. The spell had not been entirely shed off, for more of it filled in the parts that had been blown away. 
    After Auroura found the golden clover, she punished me by making 4-leaf clovers the rarest plant to find on Earth. And this is why finding a 4-leaf clover is a sign of good luck, but are so hard to find.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Why I Named Belize the Unforgettable Country: a Memoir of My First Trip to the Central American Nation (By Ethan)


   It all began when my mom made the announcement “We’re going to Belize!” I was so ecstatic! I swear, when I went to bed the night before we were to make the trip, I could barely sleep due to excitement. I kept seeing ocean before my eyes while I was awake.

   The scenery of Belize completely turned the tables on my imagination. All of the buildings were no bigger than an average 3-story apartment, well, except, maybe the airport and the hotel we stayed at, but all the facades were very colorful, and the food there tasted great (I think my taste buds went giddy). The island where we stayed was small, but noisy, with merchants standing outside shops calling out their wares, and the sea with its rolling waves, and boats zooming past the island every so often, and the chink of dishes and cups and silverware as waiters cleaned up the outdoor tables outside restaurants.

   We stayed in a villa which had three bedrooms and two bathrooms,a family room, a kitchen, and outside, a huge balcony that overlooked the ocean. We even had an iPad that the hotel staff had provided that I played with a lot. I filmed a timelapse of the alarm clock in my bedroom.

   For me, the best part of this oceanview villa was the pillows. I asked my parents if I could have theirs, since they sleep without them, and then, I learned, after counting them, that I had a total of 7 pillows!!! Needless to say, I fell asleep 10 times faster than when I sleep at home. I also bought two figurines, which were handcrafted by ladies from Guatemala(!!!!!!!).One of them shaped like a minion, the other as the Angry Birds bird Bomb, which is the black one, I made forts with the pillows and did battles with the figurines.

   The most memorable event there was when we went on a plane cruise over the big Blue Hole. We were just about to take off when a huge iguana ran across the runway. In fact, it ran so fast that Mom didn’t even have time to photograph it. Our flight was a private plane, and our pilot’s name was Mark. Mark and all three of us were the only people on the plane, so I had plenty of room, happily, because I treasure my personal space as much as Mom treasures her vintage books. My best description of the plane was that it is quite small, white with a bit of red, and it had a propeller that made, surprisingly, very little noise (please don’t search me if you want to know why, because I am as clueless as you). Along the course of the flight, we saw many coral reefs, green as jade, glittering under the sun, stretching for who knows how many kilometers. The sea next to the shore was cyan, but as we got farther away it turned a deep blue. When we finally flew over the Blue Hole, I noticed the center was a really dark blue, and that the coral around the Hole made it look sort of like a round fish, though Mom said that it looked like a man with a bow tie in a top hat. I am constantly amazed that the shape of the Hole is literally a perfect circle.

   There was lots of individual coral, too. They were all sorts of colors. I’m talking red, teal, turquoise, green, blue, puce, gold, brown, you name it. I think I would’ve mistaken it for a rainbow had I myself been a coral.

   Although the land and sea were beautiful, there was a gross part too; the shores were littered with seaweed; I like to eat seaweed, but only when it’s from the grocery store. I once accidentally stepped into a pile and it tickled my foot so bad that the foot itched for several minutes. It was kind of stinky, too.

   The first day there, my dad and I swam in the Caribbean Sea, though I sucked water up into my nose by mistake (also needless to say, I was very happy when the freshwater from my dad’s water bottle was in my mouth, because the salt water from the sea stung like red-hot needles). There was a neat little restaurant right above the sea that I would eat at, but I couldn't concentrate on my food, because the salt from the seawater would make me real scratchy, in fact, I could’ve sworn that I saw little salt grains on my skin.

    In one of the last days there, we went snorkeling; yes, all three of us! and saw a world under the sea that was as unique as the world of microbes. We were swimming for about a minute or two when a small yellow fish swam in front of Mom, and every so often, would stop, turn around, and wait for Mom to catch up, then it would resume swimming, as if it were showing Mom around. Though the yellow fish in front of Mom did not enter my field of vision, I did see a fish-like creature behind Mom. Although this may not be the best description, I remember it as having coarse-looking skin, with little pimple-like protrusions all over it, with its top half being yellow, and its bottom half being white, making it look like some kind of alien corn, and it was swimming so close to Mom that I thought it was trying to sample her hair (should I start calling it the hair-loving cornfish?) But there were other fish around, too. As we were heading back to the boat, we even saw an eel slither out of its hole to catch some food that the tour guide had thrown. It had eyes red as the Devil. Right before we were lining up to head back in, I made an unexpected encounter with a simply enormous fish. It was as big as a dinner plate! Even though I knew it was probably harmless, I swam for it, reaching the boat just as the fish crossed where my head had been seconds before.

   When I used to look at Belize on atlases, I thought that it was no more than a snuff of land, set into Central America. Now, Belize to me is home to the world’s best villa, the bravest iguana, who risked his own life to explore the other side of runway, the friendliest little yellow fish, who gave up all his time to try to befriend Mom and showed us around the vast Caribbean Sea, and the finest crafts ever made by Guatemalan ladies.

Friday, October 5, 2018

A History of GEO-EARTH4 (By Ethan)

     Precisely 4,681,220 light-years away from Earth, there lies a planet called GEO-EARTH4.
     GEO-EARTH4 looks just like Earth, except that all the people are made of 4d shapes (hence the 4 at the back of the “EARTH” part). The weather is much like on regular Earth, but there are some strange climates and weather patterns. For example:  It rains hypercubes and hyperspheres on this planet, the snow crystals are in the shape of 24-cells (4d versions of the octahedron), and craziest of all, the sun’s rays get warped to an extreme amount, so that a sunbeam could travel straight down, then magically end up 2 meters away from where it was supposed to hit.
     Life on GEO-EARTH4 is strange too, for example, plants on this planet can actually change their age at will (humans here can do it too). Animal cells are actually 3d; this is the only place on GEO-EARTH4 that 3d structures can be found, they are in the shapes of a tetrahedron (which is a triangular pyramid with faces that are identical). Plant cells are 4d, but they have the nasty habit of disappearing then reappearing, which makes the plants very poorly beings.
     The humans eat only beef, was said by ancient legend to have formed from a giant sunbeam, and sleep only 0.221864 hours a day. They also have very easy traveling, since they are 4d; they actually use portals. AND, they have no crime (WOW, IMAGINE THAT!!!!!!).
     Their Earth has no outer core, and The solar system in which GEO-EARTH4 orbits is approximately 1.01563 times larger than ours, and their sun has no sunspots; it is strangely colored: There are swirling stripes and blotches of color, mainly blue, yellow, white, orange, and red, though people have discovered a patch of brown about 1.133 square miles in area. Also, remember what I said about GEO-EARTH4 looking exactly like Earth, but the only 3d structures are animal cells?  Well, you may be asking “How is that possible??” Well, here's why: The planet was 3d when it formed, but a wormhole suddenly appeared and out of it came the 4d creatures that now live on GEO-EARTH4 today.  
    This was 18,000 years ago. 

Terror at YKK (By Ethan)

   There is a zipper on the sidewalk at the company building YKK. It has long since been there, and people would take photos of themselves trying to unzip it (it was actually painted).
   One day, a father, a mother, and their son went for a stroll along the sidewalk where the mighty zipper lay. The son saw the zipper, and became very interested in it, in fact, he spent several minutes observing it. But, to the son’s surprise, as he stood up to join his parents, he unmistakably saw that the zipper had actually become 3D. His parents must have saw too, because all three of them stared goggle-eyed at the zipper. Then, very slowly, it unzipped, all by itself. And then, there was a whooshing sound, as all of the trio was sucked into the zipper. The son had a millisecond-long glimpse of a dimly-lit room, with chairs arranged in gently curving rows, and a magnificent desk that was made of what looked like ash, with a bronze nameplate on the top, when everything disappeared in a whirl of color and shapes.
Suddenly, as soon as it had started, it stopped. The boy felt his feet hit solid ground, as he and his parents looked around the room. The boy let out a gasp, for it was the exact same room he had observed before he had been sucked into the zipper. And, he thought he recognized the logo on a plaque nailed to the wall. Then, the boy realized, with a jolt, that they were inside the YKK building. He could even see the giant, painted zipper from which they had been sucked, except that it was closed and zipped up. The place felt strangely haunted. It was also rather drafty, as some of the windows were broken. “I wonder what this room is for?” thought the boy to himself.
    As they stood and gazed around the room, the boy could see that the room was very neat and well kept, except for the few cracked and/or broken windows, and a small area of peeling wallpaper.
    Then, out of nowhere, people dressed in navy blue suits hurtled into the room, jostling and pushing to get to a seat. Once a man nearly ran into the mother, but he just went straight through her, as if she wasn’t even there. In fact, everything in the room was solid except the men. The mom noticed this and threw an old lipstick tube at him, but it sailed right through him. Once all of them were seated, a tall man wearing a navy blue shirt like the others, but sporting a badge on his chest, stepped behind the desk. The boy guessed he was the boss. The son had noticed the near collision of the man with his mother as well, for he ran at the boss and tried to hit him in the stomach, but his fist did nothing, it only went through.
    “Good afternoon, everyone!” he said in a loud voice. “Today, we will continue with our creative zipper designs, if you haven’t already finished. Once all of them are done, please bring them to me.” the boss said.
    There was a mad scuffle, as everyone went to work, pulling out large pieces of paper, and examining them, crossing out things and adding new ones.
    The trio stayed in the room for several more minutes at which in one point, the son tried to grab a piece of paper, but he slipped and hit a chair, which flipped onto its back, bringing along with it the poor man who was sitting on it. Along with the falling chair, the room gave a lurch, and they found themselves whirling around as before, and then they were tumbling onto the sidewalk. None of them seemed able to speak as they stood up and walked away. However, the boy did notice the room they had visited, except that no one was in it, and all of the windows were completely intact. And to this day, no one has ever dared to visit the painted zipper anymore.


The cursed volcano (By Ethan)

     A lone volcano stands on an island. It has long since been extinct, but It is still a volcano that no one dares venture to, because it is cursed by the inhabitants of it; they are really cursed rocks.
Once, an explorer went on top of the volcano and looked down into it. But it was very old and crumbly, so of course the explorer fell in. As he plummeted in, he noticed lots of ledges with gray blurs moving on them. He fell still further, and saw, to his shock, what looked like a bright cyan fan whirling underneath him, but it was completely silent. Just as it looked like he would be dashed to pieces in the fan, He stopped, just inches above its center. The space under the fan was hollow, and lit with a light. And, there, staring up at him, was another group of the strange gray blob-like creatures that had been moving around on the ledges he had seen earlier.
Then the leader of the gang (or so the explorer thought) said “We have another visitor. Quick, Free him!!” and with a loud bang, the fan exploded as three cannonballs hit it.
The explorer got angry and stood up, brushing the dirt from his clothes, and said “Now, wait a moment! Where exactly are you taking---” BANG! One of the gray blob creatures shot another three cannonballs toward what looked like half of a wooden cage holding rocks from the inside of the volcano that had fallen from the wall. The cage cracked and split, causing the rocks to tumble into the opening where the fan used to be.
      They went on down a large tunnel that was dimly lit by torches. Soon, they came to a halt in front of a wooden door which bore a skull made of obsidian, with rubies for eyes. Then, the leader approached the door and knocked three times on it. It was then that the explorer noticed that the blobs did everything in groups of three. They had shot the fan and the rock cage with three successive cannonballs each. They each had three long, slender gray hairs growing out of the top of their heads. they even had three legs and three hands each, and inhaled and exhaled three seconds each. They had knocked three times on the skull door, and when they entered, they saw a blob king sitting on a throne with three armrests and three footrests, and the blobs escorted the explorer, lined up into three lines, and each line jumped three times simultaneously to show respect to their king. Then, they showed him the explorer. The king pointed to their left, and they followed in the direction he had mentioned.
       There, the explorer saw another door, this one made of steel with three bolts made of iron on it. The blobs opened the door, forced him into it, and tied him with three iron chains, two to his arms and one to his leg (they left the other leg free), and left the room, ignoring his shouts of “Let me go!” But through all this ordeal, he saw three 3-by-3 windows, each with three bars set into the sills. They were all on the door, and placed three inches away from one another. Looking through the topmost window, he watched the blobs moving away, and then he distinctly heard them say “Imagine the look on his face when we turn him into a blob.” The explorer froze. Uh-oh, he thought, desperately wanting help. They’re going to turn me into a blob!!!  
       And blob he did become, and now he lives at the bottom of the volcano, capturing people and turning them into blobs with the others. And that is why you should NEVER, EVER visit this volcano!  

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Movie Review (by William)

Note: The imaginary movie Shaku is wrote/directed/lead by William based on his summer vacation at the Sea World.

Killer Whale at Sea World - Photo taken by William
There are lots of violence these days.  In some parts of the world, we humans don’t live in peace and harmony.  If we can have strong friendship and trust, the world can be a better and friendlier place.  This is one of the main points in the fabulous fiction film, the all-new 2018 Hollywood blockbuster about a captive killer whale and a boy.  So hop on board, and learn about this movie and why you should watch it.

I personally loved this film because of its many qualities.  They include the awesome cinematography and superb soundtrack.  But most of all, I loved the compassionate personality of the boy and the gentle yet wild spirit of Shaku.  My hands were trembling as the conflict reached its heights, and I wore a smile as the movie ended.

The ending scenery is majestic, the sun setting against the golden-pink water.  I haven’t seen many movies with such a beautiful cinematography.  Also, too many films I have seen have cheesy soundtracks.  “Time is racing toward us till the Huns…”  No, no, none of that.  The sound track, Ocean Blue, Ocean Wide is much better.  Even seeing the movie poster made my body tremble with excitement.
Movie Storyboard by William
Some highlights of this movie are the scenes you will be able to remember, such as when Shaku bites off a trainer’s arm, when people debate on if Shaku should go free, and when Shaku realizes he wants to be in the wild.  However, I didn’t rate this film 4.5 for nothing.  There is one low light.  When Shaku’s mom tries to free herself from a ghost net, Shaku tries to help, which makes the situation worse.  That scene is a bit silly.

This is a great movie.  Save up your money to buy tickets and popcorn because this movie is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.  A must-see!

 

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

State of Mind (by Ethan)

State of Mind - phase one

Time
What is time? How did it form? Is it incorporeal or corporeal? I described time as "An invisible force that causes and controls change, and anything related to it. It self-ajusts its feeling to a person according to the action(s) of that person."  Time is NOT, the string of numbers on the alarm clock sitting on your nightstand. Although it shows time, they are just numbers. Time has no matter, but it is a powerful universally dependent factor that rules all of the cosmos (along with God).

State of Mind - phase two

Imagination
This is another "force" and it is just as mighty as time. It also forms the base of the mind of something that has existed for over 200,000 years. And that is ....us, Homo Sapiens. It is one of four tools that structure our minds, the other three are self-awareness, conscience and willpower. The imagination is rather like the headmaster/mistress of a school. It guides the mind. The mind is like a teacher, not as powerful but still possessing a great value of authority. The mind controls all of your organs, habits, actions, etc. These are like the students, who posses almost no authority except to themselves. No other living being, not even chimpanzees or dolphins has such a powerful brain tool. Imagination can also act as a planner for your future job, your mate, etc. All-in-all, imagination is the essential component in order to help our machine-like brain function well and be cohesive.

State of Mind - phase three

Summer
Needles are sharp, and the Sun is dangerously hot, and its heat can feel stingy, so wouldn't you say that standing outside in a frying day is like the Sun shooting you with needles of fire?
I am living in a chimmey. "The tempurature rising, sweat running down my temple like liquid beads of the finest glass. I reach for my water bottle and gulp down some stone cold water, the drink of life. My skin is going to burn soon... ," If you're like me, your main instinct is to rush insde! "And then I gallop to the air conditioner, but it isn't on. I plead with it, beg for it to give me its breath of rejuvination, and then, FWOOSH! as it starts up at last, it cool, crisp air blowing over me like a breeze. I am refreshed and renewed. I swallow the last of my water. I wait for the golden sun to make its fare well, and then, I go for a brisk run in the calm evening."

State of Mind - phase four

My favorite powers
Imagine that there is a cell. It splits into two cells. Next, those two cells each split into two cells. Then, each cell splits again. Or, imagine a piece of paper, which you divide into tenths. Then you divide each of the pieces into tenths. Then, you divide all of those pieces in tenths. You have just wittnessed the power of...POWERS!
The powers that have been listed above, along with those of 5 and 3, are found and being used all over the universe. I described them as "the powers that make our universe tick." They help to organize the world and keep us from going wild. You've probably learned about them in arithmetic, but I feel like they have deeper meanings. They thrive in both nature and the manmade world. All-in-all, I am very glad that these powers exsit, because if they didn't, the world would be much more chaotic.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens (Book Review by William)

I recently read the book The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens.  This book is indeed an ultimate success guide for teens.  Through the chapters, Sean Covey, the author guided us through many challenges teens will be facing, and strategies on how to handle the difficult situations. 

My drawing below lists the 7 Habits, and instead of me spoiling the story, you may check out the book from library and start reading--it’s a must-read!
 
 
The chapter that applies to me the most is Synergy.  I liked how Mr. Covey stated that the world is diverse, so try to celebrate it.  I also enjoyed the Great Discovery questionnaire and characteristic quiz to better understand myself, and form my mission statement.  This book is also recommended by famous people such as Arun Gandhi and Michael Phelps.  Enjoy!
 
 

Where the Red Fern Grows (Book Review by William)

I just finished a book on my middle school reading list, Where the Red Fern Grows. This book stirred all emotions inside me, from making me smile to making my eyes water, the author, Wilson Rawls was able to reach through my feelings.

 
This story was about Billy, a boy with a terrible dog-wanting disease. He would keep asking his parents for two coon hounds. First of all, a coon is another word for raccoon. Although he was an expert on trapping, he couldn’t catch one coon. But when his dream of having two coon dogs finally came true, Billy found himself a champion coon hunter with his dogs. He named them Old Dan and Little Ann. Billy also found that the dogs would refuse to do anything if they weren’t together.

Their coon hunting became so good that they even entered and won a championship coon hunt. The happiness did not last long though. One night, while coon hunting, they encountered a mountain lion. Old Dan was severely injured before they killed the lion. Old Dan died from his wounds soon afterward. Little Ann moped for days and died of grief. The boy learned life must move on. He and his family moved to a nearby town for the kids’ education and experiences. On the day they were about to move, the boy spotted a sacred red fern growing between the dogs’ graves. The red fern was considered sacred because in an old Cherokee tale, a Native American boy and girl froze to death in a blizzard. In the spring following that, their bodies were found with the red fern growing between them. It is said that only angels can plant the red fern.

My favorite part was after the coon hunting contest, Billy came home with a gold cup, silver cup, and a box of money. The family was so happy that they had a huge celebration and feast. It made my heart content. It was also so vivid that I could practically see the dining table. Ham, cornbread, fried potatoes. The happy faces and the enlightening smiles.

I loved this tale of two dogs and a boy. Even if very bad things happen, life has to move on! I hope you will read this book sometime soon and enjoy it as much as I did.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Summer School (by William)

I'm having a wonderful summer this year!  I love this summer so much because I go to the summer school and camp where I will be attending middle school after summer!  Their summer program is absolutely fantastic. 

This year, my favorite classes are Jump Start to 6th Grade Math and Orchestra.  Both classes are fantastic, and I am really sad that the summer school is over so fast.

I like Jump Start to 6th Grade Math because I'm able to learn a lot from this class.  We've learned Least Common Multiple (LCM), Greatest Common Factor (GCF), and all kinds of subjects from fractions and decimals to ratios and percentages.

I love Orchestra class because I've made lots of friends, each of whom specializing in various instruments.  Emily plays the cello, Elleina plays the violin and piano, Ana plays the piano and cello, Dhruv plays the flute and cello, Ava plays the drums and cello, and I play the piano and cello.  We have lots of fun playing our instruments together.  Toward the end of the summer school, we have a concert and many parents come.  After all our hard works, we even had a party and everyone had a great time.


It's also pretty interesting in summer school that you may come across old friends you haven't see in years.  In the volleyball class, I saw an old friend named Amishi, whom I first met 2-3 years ago.  We were in the other summer school, where we both performed in the musical "Sleeping Beauty".  I was "Prince Phillip" and she was "Princess Aurora".  She was very surprised to see me.  Neither of use could believe that we we came across each other after so many years.  An old photo of Amishi and me from three years ago - http://worldthroughchildrenseyes.blogspot.com/2015/06/favorite-classes-in-summer-camp-by.html

I can hardly wait for the other exciting summer school next year.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Shaking Hands with Olympic Gold Medalist (by William)

Splash!!!  That was back in 1976 Montreal Olympics when swimmer John Naber set world records.  He backstroked 200 meters in less than 2 minutes.   He won 5 medals from this Olympics - 4 gold an 1 silver; how astonishing! He was the Michael Phelps of his time and also the king of the US Backstroke.
 

Last Wednesday, mom, dad, and I went to an event at the Crawford Family Forum @ KPCC.  The event was the 2018 Olympic Day celebration.  A few Olympians were there to talk about their experiences in competitions.  They also talked about personal hardship encountered in their life.  

Alyssa Anderson, a 2012 London Olympics gold medalist, talked about her childhood and how swimming changed her life for good.  She said "When I was young, I was a skinny, short child.  After I started swimming my body grew more fit.  I was glued to TV whenever the Olympic swimming competition was on."  

Wyomia Tyus won 100-meter sprint gold medals in both 1964 Tokyo Olympics and 1968 Mexico City Olympics.  She is the first ever athlete who claims back-to-back Olympic 100 meter title.  She said she loved touring the Olympics.  When she was in Tokyo in 1964, she loved the Japanese food so much that she gained five pounds.  But later she had to shed the newly-gained weight for the competition.

 
Not only did I enjoy the talks, but also liked the refreshments there.  There were sandwich rolls, cookies, popcorn, and a nice variety of drinks.  Of them all, the popcorn was the fanciest.  John Naber's friend has a popcorn factory in Chicago.  Once he learned about the event, he overnighted freshly-popped popcorn to the event.  The next fanciest thing was the various Coke products.  The Coca-Cola Co., an official Olympics sponsor, recently released four new flavors of Diet Coke.  With their presences in the event, I was able to sample them.  My favorite was the Twisted Mango flavor.  

After the talks, we met with Mr. Naber to express our gratitude.  I told him that I was also a swimmer.  He smiled at me fondly and said "Work hard and you will be capable of being the next Olympian."  He turned to my parents and said "Thanks for coming."  Then he shook my hand vigorously.  I thought I felt renewed energy from a hand once holding an Olympic gold medal, to a hand with strengths that are merely stirring.  I will never forget this special Olympic moment of my life.




 
 

Friday, June 15, 2018

Farm Animal Pillowcase (by William)


A few weeks ago, mom and I went a lookin at Jo-Ann, the fabric and craft store.  We were looking for a suitable large piece of velvet to cover my piano.  Unfortunately, we couldn’t find any velvet with a suitable width.  I suggested that we should look around the store.  Mom (with her eagle eyes) spotted a fabric selection.  She called out to me and I (with my eagle hearing) rushed to see what the attraction was.  It turned out to be a really cute piece of fabric.  There were many farm animals.  Both of us liked the fabric and mom (with her kindness) bought it.  We decided to make the fabric into a pillowcase.

I was so excited to make a pillowcase out of the farm animal fabric.  Mom explained to me that I first need to learn the process of making a pillowcase, then make the pillowcase by myself (with her assistance).  Only God knows how many times I stared at the fabric, longing to make the pillowcase.

Finally the big day to make the pillowcase arrived.  I looked fondly at the pigs, cows, ducks, and chickens before mom started her lecture on the process.  She explained simple steps –

 

1. Pick the fabric based on design, material, etc.

2. Measure, cut, and rip (need 1 or 2 inches extra for folding in)

3. Set the sewing machine and select appropriate stitch pattern

4. Get ready, fold the side that needs to be sewed, and sew from inside

5. Step on the pedal and pull the fabric so the line runs smoothly

8. Sew all sides and you are done

 

The process is honestly harder than it looks!  When I started the sewing machine, I was surprised by the resistance of the fabric.  What was my result?  A nice line of stiches?  No!  Instead, I had a tight little knot.  Mom helped me pull the tight threads out of the machine.  The same thing happened on my 2nd and 3rd attempts.  I was starting go get seriously discouraged.  Mom encouraged me to try again, and on my 4th try, I mastered all my strength to pull the fabric back.  This time, the result was a line of stitches.  I continued this process until all sides are sewed together.

 

With this new pillow case, I feel that I sleep better and longer.  Also, I have been getting lots of good dreams.  Maybe when I am sleeping better, the BFG aka Big Friendly Giant aka Royal Dream Blower has more chances to gallop to my house to blow more splendid phizz wizards to me.


 

PIXEL BREAKTHROUGH! (By Ethan)


If you've ever seen a Samsung Galaxy Tab S sitting screen up, turned on, and white-screened on the stage of a microscope, and looked through the eyepiece, you would've seen this:

SGTS subpixels, x200


Most people would've gone, "Whaaaaa... what are all those bars and boxes doing?" They are what help produce light and color on the screen; an assortment of little tidbits of light called subpixels, some red, some green, and some blue. One red, green, and blue subpixel make up a pixel. On many devices, you can see the pixels as little blocks of color, buuuut they are actually colored subpixels scrunched up so that there is only a tiny bit of space between them, thus creating the illusion that a pixel with all three subpixels lit is white. If you hold a high-power magnifying glass up to your computer, you can get the basic idea of what pixels look like. Also, most TV subpixels are so colossal, you can see them with the naked eye!!!

But, there's something very odd about the image. Why are the red and green subpixels shaped like the classic boxy ones, however the blue counterparts shaped in a strange dash-pattern?

I looked through my microscope at the colors and there were a lot more colors that had various shades of blue. I formed a hypothesis that the shape was altered so that more blue could fit on the screen.


History of the Pixel

What is a pixel? The word “pixel” is formed when the words “picture” and “element” are meshed together. This is how “pixel” is formed from the two words “picture” and “element”: Pic(x)ture element

The history of the pixel, or most anything to do with pictures, spans a long time. Way back in 1839, the daguerreotype, invented by French Louis-Jaques-Mandé Daguerre, was introduced. The first available, practical form of photography, and it contained a bunch of metals like gold and silver and a whole lot of other substances. But it was NOT easy to get or use.

One started with polishing a silver-coated copper plate, then sensitizing the plate to light in specialized, light-proof boxes with iodine and bromine. The plate would then be transferred with a light-proof holder to the camera. The picture would be etched onto the plate, but not with a chisel, with the light. Since dark and light colors give off different wavelengths of light, thus the plate would show dark and light spaces when the light hit it. This would form a latent image, which is an invisible image created this way. Later, the latent image would be made visible by blowing the plate with hot fumes of mercury vapor. Then the light sensitivity was removed with a solution of a substance called sodium thiosulfate, and the plate would be given a thorough wash with distilled water. Finally, the plate would be gilded or toned with gold chlorine, dried lightly with a pump, and sealed in glass to protect it.

Then, in 1861, the first permanent color photo was taken, by projecting three black/white images taken through filters of red, green, and blue back through their respected filters over each other, and the image became colored.

In 1926, the first televised, moving images were produced. They used a mechanical television set with a scanning disk that spun very, very quickly.

One year later, Philo T. Farnsworth demonstrated the first cathode ray tube television (CRT TV). It worked like this: there’s a sealed glass tube, with an electron gun at one end. It does exactly what its name sounds like; it is a gun that shoots out a stream of electrons in various patterns, which are then steered by a powerful magnet, and then the electrons land on a phosphor-covered screen, which forms the picture.

Color TV was introduced in the 1950's. In CRT TVs, there was only one electron gun that shot out a stream of electrons to form a picture. In color TV, there were three electron guns, one for red, green, and blue, the primary optical colors. These electron beams would hit arrays and patches of phosphorous, a highly light-sensitive substance. The patches were called triads. They were the closest ancestors of modern pixels. Also, these TVs had pictures made of horizontal lines, up to 512 lines on a screen.

But then, in the digital age, these lines were spliced into rectangles, thus creating the pixel in the year 1965. The founding father of the digital image was scientist Russel Kirsch, who took a picture of his baby son and scanned it into a computer. Kirsch had the computer break up the image into many tiny squares, and assigned each square a binary color of black or white. This technique is closely related to how the ancient Greeks made mosaics: they would glue together many different-colored, very small squares of glass or stone onto wet cement at just the right spots to create the mosaic. If you stand right up close to it, you see little squares. If you stand far away, then you see a very clear image.


How do Pixels Work?

A pixel is made up of one red, green, and blue subpixel. A pixel can come in all sorts of sizes, shapes, and colors. The light type varies too. The Samsung Galaxy Tab S pixels are LED lights. The acronym means light-emitting diode. A diode is this device that only allows the flow of electric current in one direction, so it's sort of like an electric one-way road. LEDs give off light when activated. They also release little crumbs of energy many times smaller than an atom, called photons. The photon may be slow or fast, depending on how much energy it has, and this determines the color of the LED. But the subpixel LEDs need only give off three colors, the optical primary colors of red, green, and blue.

When you combine different intensities (brightnesses) of red, green, and blue light, you can achieve just about any color you wish. In fact, a single pixel can generate about 2^24, or 16,777,216 distinguishable colors!! There are 256 intensities for each color. To demonstrate this, I went to Photoshop and experimented with different colors. There was a background-color choosing tab that I used to do so. At the bottom of the tab, there were three textboxes, each one labeled with either R for red, G for green, or B for blue. In the textboxes, there was a number, always between zero and 255, inclusive. If the value in a textbox was zero, that meant the color was turned all the way off, or completely absent in the final color created by the red, green, and blue. If the value was 255, that meant the color was turned all the way on, or completely present in the final color. The following is a color pallet showing all the primary and secondary colors, plus some other basic colors.
The intensities of the subpixels are presented in their corresponding Photoshop R/G/B information on the left. The "H/S/B" on the top means "Hue/Saturation/Brightness"
 As you know, almost all light sources give off visible light, but they can feel very different. Try sleeping next to five flashlights and then five campfires and you will agree that the flashlights will feel very different from the campfires. Which feels better, a 100-watt lightbulb shining in your eye or the soft glow of a nightlight shining in your eye? Which do you prefer to read under, the sun or the moon? Which light do you think would suit your disco party? Colorful, not-too-bright LED lights or the type of light given off by bioluminescent mushrooms? All of these light sources produce various brightnesses and levels of light with various capabilities. Some strain to make even several handfuls of light, others shine almost instantly. We use a special ratio to describe the ability of these light sources to produce the light we see. This ratio of luminous flux to power is called LUMINOUS EFFICACY. The blue subpixels have less of this, so when the pad was manufactured, the shape was altered to fit more blue subpixel, so balancing out the light of the screen.