I was taking the train with Duke on my lap. Everybody who sat in front of me stared at me looking confused. I always bring Duke with me ever since my past six betta fishes have died. They were all red and named Duke. This name continues a legacy, but also the monarchy of all the pet fishes I’ve owned in the past. I’m always afraid that I will go home one day and find him floating on the surface of his bowl. So whenever I’m heading out for a whole day, I take him along with me. I just fear of losing the only company I have, so I have the need to bring his company wherever I go. I knocked on the door expecting Cooper to open the door, but Chloe greeted me first instead. She looked at me with her big blue eyes and turned around in search for someone. “Coop!” She called staring at Duke who spun around his bowl. Cooper …show more content…
began walking down their apartment’s tiny corridor rolling his eyes back. “Wyatt, you can’t just bring that fish bowl of yours everywhere you go.” “Why not? People always take their dogs outside. Why not fishes too?” “Because it’s a fish.” “Discriminatory, ” I said as Chloe grabbed on to the bowl. I removed my sneakers off my smelly feet as they settled around their kitchen table. Chloe placed Duke at the center as if he were a centerpiece. Cooper and I sat down as Chloe prepared some tea by the stove. “So… Chloe lost her job two weeks ago and she started this new job which she really seems to enjoy.” Copper explained as Chloe turned back nodding several times assuring him. “You too?” I remained surprised. She nodded as she carried the kettle towards us. “Yeah, but this one brings a little bit more money to the table so I can’t complain.” “Didn’t you work in the retail industry?” “Yeah, a little clothing store called Schubert’s. But it recently closed down.” “What? How? It’s been open for like twenty years!” “It wasn’t making much money so it had to close its doors to the public.” “That’s odd…” I remained puzzled as I scratched the back of my head. “Online shopping is the leading problem, Wyatt.” “People don’t buy locally these days. They all stay home in their fuzzy pyjamas and buy everything with the click of a button as they sip on to some fancy red whine, ” Chloe added. “That’s sad… there probably won’t be stores anymore. People won’t have physical contact with other human beings someday…” “That someday is already present,” Cooper said as he drank some tea. “My mom used to shop at Schubert’s… It’s so weird, ” I said looking at a circular glass vase that had some bright green moss stuffed inside. “What’s that?” I pointed at the unfamiliar object. “It’s a moss terrarium.” Chloe smiled. “Cooper bought it for me the day I got fired,” she added as she held on to Cooper’s rosy hands. “That’s nice. What does it do?” “It’s basically a tiny greenhouse. Kind of excludes the moss from air, ” she said softly. “Interesting,” I said underneath my breath as I drank some tea. “So Wyatt…” he suddenly said putting his cup down. “I was thinking that maybe you would like to work with Chloe at the call center.” I remained motionless looking at both Chloe and Cooper back and forth. “It’s downtown as well! It’s a five-minute walk from the subway.” “Sounds good,” I said feeling hesitated. “Where do I apply? ” I continued. “Well… I was thinking that you can maybe give your resume to Chloe and she’d give it to her boss,” Cooper proposed. “Sounds good!” I nodded keeping my eyes on my teacup. “I can help you out with your resume,” Cooper offered. We finished up our teas and found ourselves sitting on stools in front of a computer screen. Cooper controlled the mouse as I watched his every move. He loaded a blank white page. “What should I write?” I asked keeping my eyes on him for guidance. “Your qualities and your experiences,” Cooper answered. “Where do I start?” I asked pulling up my sleeves. Cooper bursted into laughter and suddenly began to choke on his own laughter. I typed some qualities up and Cooper added a few that he believes I have. It took an hour to complete and then Chloe came by to make it look professional by adding borders and bold letters. I approved it and then Chloe clicked on a button to print it out. And suddenly all that was viewed on screens was on paper. “I shall give it to my boss,” she said gently stuffing the sheet into a folder. I looked straight at my watch and noticed it was getting late. I thanked both of them for their help and grabbed Duke’s bowl. I took the train and sat by a glass window with Duke on my lap. Strangers were staring at me again, but this was only usual. A young girl who looked about five years old pulled on to her mother’s maxi skirt and pointed her tiny index finger at me. Her mother rose her head up to get a look at me and then looked back down at her daughter with a smirk on her face. I gently shut my eyes for a bit and all of a sudden the train stopped in front of a place I remembered clearly.
I had missed my stop, but ended up at the subway stop I once used to get off when I was in high school and when both of my parents were still alive. When everything that seemed so terrible seemed far away. I quickly hopped off the train afraid the doors would shut on me. I walked up the stairs cautiously with Duke in my arms and recalled the homeless man sleeping on the floor in the same spot. I stopped and watched him sleep peacefully and remembered how Jimmy would tease him by poking his back whenever he was asleep. Jimmy would dare me to poke him and I usually did feeling pressured. The homeless man would then rock his fist in the air angered with and Jimmy and I and chase us. Jimmy and I would laugh hysterically as we ran through corridors and down stairs pushing people out of our ways. I was now looking at him feeling sorry for those entire five years of pure torture. I walked outside as the wind blew through and the tiny hairs on my arms. Duke was found to be in total chaos. He swam rapidly around his bowl in circles with
fear. “There, there Duke, ” I calmly said looking at him. I walked a couple of blocks down and noticed this was the pavement I’ve scrape my knees on and play dead with the other kids in this neighbourhood. Suddenly, I stumbled across the pavement where I left my footsteps behind. I was only fourteen years old at the time when these sidewalks were being repaired. Jimmy and I played street hockey when the construction workers went on their lunch break. “I dare you to step on that,” Jimmy said with an evil look on his face. “No, my parents will kill me if they found out.” “No one will know,” Jimmy brushed my comment off and walked towards the unfinished pavement. He put one foot on it and then the other. My heart began racing and I began looking around hoping no one was watching us. “See! Now I’ll be remembered!” He cheered. “It’s like that sidewalk in Hollywood…” “The Walk of Fame?” I corrected him. “Yeah…That one! Wyatt come over here! Don’t you want to be remembered?” “No thanks…” I said walking away as I dragged my hockey stick behind me. “Pussy, ” he whispered. I rushed back and hopped on the unfinished pavement. I made a statement by jumping up and down several times on the muddy pavement. “That’s more like it,” Jimmy smiled tapping my shoulder. “Whenever you walk by it, you’ll remember who you once were,” he added. “And not as a pussy, ” he beamed. Suddenly, we heard a noise originating in the bush. We looked into each other’s souls that seemed to want to jump out of our skin and suddenly we began to run away from our muddily statements. “Let this not be the walk of shame, ” I said in total panic as we ran out of breath. I looked down at our tiny feet and placed my foot beside my old shoe size. There was a great difference in size, but I realized that my heart never really grew that much wiser. I still felt like the same person, but only a little bit taller. I continued walking in a slow paste and suddenly I was standing in front of my old home. The one I grew up in. There’s just something about growing older and leaving the house you grew up in behind. The house where you first lost a tooth, blew out birthday candles and spent endless nights chatting on the phone to that old crush looking out your bedroom window. It will continue to be your home even though strangers live in it now. And despite the fact that you drive or walk by it plenty of times and its curtains look different or its grass is not cut, you still remember how it looked one afternoon on your way back home from school. The house you grew up in will always be your mother. That apartment you’ll move into with a couple of college kids and that house you’ll purchase to start a family of your own someday will always feel like a stepmother deep inside. They’re both caring, but yet feel more emotionally attached to the one that gave birth to those memories. That house that watched you grow will always be your home. I looked down at Duke who seemed to be in utter discomfort. It was now time to go back to our temporary home. And so I walked back to my previous bus stop where I listen to this playlist I created a couple of years ago and I reminisced about the past.
The documentary Blackfish by Gabriela Cowperthwaite is a gripping documentary about orca whales in captivity at SeaWorld and other sea parks around the world that shows the disturbing effects that can be caused from having these animals in a place where they shouldn’t be.
There’s No Real Good Guy In the movie, “Blackfish” we are exposed to the fact that the way orcas are treated at SeaWorld is worse than we are lead to believe. We see how they are forced to swim in tiny pools and how they can only be fed if they preform well. After seeing this it makes you feel like the only way to help these poor creatures is to jump on the animal activist wagon and to free all the whales like in “Free Willy”. But is that really the right way to go?
The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully, I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was, and I opened my eyes in disbelief.
“Just show me the tackle and give me some bait. Then watch me go fishing, the rest can wait.” Fishing is one of my favorite things to do. It is catching a fish for either food or simply for fun. You can do it by yourself to enjoy the peace and quiet or fish with others to pass the time. Many people think fishing is an old man's sport but I think of it differently. It has helped to form my values, most importantly patience.
The definition of story is “an account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment,” and both of these novels take this term to heart. Using their stories to hide their pain and emotions, it is easier to come up with a majestic tale then to tell the cold hard truth. In Life of Pi the author says, “That’s what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence,” (vi) and that is something both Edward Bloom and Pi Patel doesn’t. Despite Life of Pi and Big Fish’s obvious differences, they have one thing in common they both revolve around the topic of story telling. The novels are about struggling to come to terms with reality and being stuck
In The Rainbow Fish by Marcus Pfister tells how a beautiful, extraordinary, yet, self-centered blue fish learns that being beautiful isn’t the key to happiness. The blue fish came to find this lesson when he lost his friends. Pfister takes a simple ocean setting and explores the consequences of an individual’s arrogance toward their peers, the process of humbling of oneself, and the tremendous reward one feels when they learn to share. The story achieves these morals by the author’s use of detailed imager and also, the influence of minor characters on the antihero in order to reveal to the audience the true thematic message; selfish actions bring true happiness.
The Great Lakes system affects our lives in various ways. Not only does this water system affect people, it has an impact on the natural environment as well. The weather, climate, wildlife and habitat are all affected by this arrangement of five lakes: Huron, Ontario, Michigan, and Erie. The lakes are huge and powerful, however they are very fragile when it comes to being mistreated. The ecosystem has been placed under stress in the past, and we now realize the importance of protecting and preserving our lakes. Years ago, a species of carp were brought into the United States to help our lakes, and now they run the risk of destroying them. Asian carp are a species of fish native to Siberia and China, but they were imported by fish farms in the southern United States to control algae and snail population. In the early 1990’s, aquaculture facilities in the southern United States were flooded and the carp escaped into the Mississippi River and spread into northern rivers. The carp moved north becoming the most abundant fish in some areas of the Mississippi river, triumphing over native fish and bringing hardship to the people who fished the river. The carps’ domination over the Mississippi is reason for concern in the Great Lakes region growing concern in the Great Lakes; the Chicago Ship and Sanitary Canal connect the Great Lakes to the Mississippi. Last month, a survey was taken that found Asian carp only 55 miles south of our very own Lake Michigan. Unless the Asian carp are deterred, they will infiltrate our great lakes, potentially bringing disastrous effects to the entire region.
One sunny day during the summer of 2008, my uncle called me and asked if I wanted to go fishing with him. I said that I’d love to go; he told me that he’d pick me up around 12:30. I got ready and left to go fishing. When we arrived at the pond a man came out of the in front of the house in front of the pond and introduced himself. He said that his name was Tim and that he works with my uncle. Before he left, he told us that we could fish as long as we wanted and he vanished.
Black Fish is a documentary released by Gabriela Cowperthwaite on July 19, 2013. The main purpose of this documentary was to expose the cruelty animals experience by being locked up in Sea World. Mainly, this film focuses on Orcas; this is because most people attend sea world to watch these wild animal perform shows. Specifically, the footage lights up Tilikum, a wild orca who was related to the death of three trainers, which by the way were blamed for their own murder. Tilikum was cruelty trained in order to obey and perform the huge shows Sea World makes by using these animals. In the film the use of footage and videos recorder by people who have attended these shows are used, which makes the film reliable and explicit.
Documentaries are a non-fiction films that in some way capture, or document reality; they are often created to display or reveal an either unusual or hidden perspective. Blackfish is a documentary directed by Gabriela Cowperthwaite, which reveals the story of Tilikum, a killer whale who was held captive at Seaworld Orlando, and killed one of his trainers, Dawn Brancheau. It follows the aftermath of the events of Brancheau’s death and both the economic and social impacts on Seaworld, and the impact on xparks similar to Seaworld. Louie Psihoyos’ 2009 documentary, The Cove, follows a group of activists who travel to Taiji, Japan in an effort to expose the thousands of dolphins who are captured and slaughtered each year. It follows Ric O’Barry,
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A knock sounded on the door and it was Ava, Vesper’s mom, entering alongside my dad and his girlfriend.
I still remember the day as if it were yesterday, the day I reeled in my first yellowfin tuna. The morning started off as any other morning, wake up, shower, and dress but this day I ended up on a boat destined to head for the oil rigs off the coast of Louisiana. It was a long and cold ride out to the rigs, about one and a half hours of hitting waves as we all cuddled up at the stern.
Whether you fish for trout and other fish, bait is one area that you must not leave. When undertaking the interview process trout fishing trip, bear in mind the bait matters a great deal if you want to hook a nice-sized trout. Part on the art of trout fishing is applying the right bait at the correct time.
look like I fit in. As I looked around for my class, I noticed I was on the