After choosing Washington & Jefferson College as the place to continue my education, I knew I was looking forward to a difficult four years. It is a demanding liberal arts college, with many general education classes that must be completed. Composition, one of the required courses as a freshman, always interested me throughout my years in high school. I found writing as a way to espress many of my emotions that I was unable to say aloud. This composition class, though, has been the polar opposite of my previous courses. The entire semester was based on one broad topic: Nature and the Environment. At first, this seems as though it would only be of interest to those who enjoy the outdoors and what it has to offer, but this is most assuredly false. We read several essays by astounding authors, whom which have had captivating experiences in nature. Personally, I have never been a true nature advocate, but the experiences I have read about have changed my perspective on nature and the environment entirely. The pure beauty and admiration that many of these authors portray towards their subjects is simply remarkable. I never before realized the serenity and enjoyment that can be found when one becomes one with nature. My favorite pieces we read came from John Muir and Edward Abbey, who seemed to be two of the more subjective writers. They both provided personal experiences that many people wouldn't dare to even think of. John Muir was at the top of a tree during a wind storm and Edward Abbey viewed two snakes dancing from nearly inches away. These two stories allowed me to open my mind to many of the miraculous qualities that our surrounding environments have to offer. Not all of the essays were uplifting, though. The final two essays we read dealt with very negative views on humans destruction of the environment. Overall, our semester was filled with the many different views on nature and what it possesses.
Previous to this course, I never thought about how devastating humans are for the environment. The blatant ignorance of many individuals is truly disheartening. This ignorance is not always direct, though. Without proper knowledge, which I have only gained because of this course, one does not realize the results of his/her actions. I belive this course was given to me at a perfect time, being that our country is going through a severe environmental crisis. Energy consumption and water pollution are two of the most pressing issues today. Two of my posts dealt with these topics, which were two issues I had never researched before this class. After becoming enlightened on these problems, I now realize the consequences of my actions. I found that by providing us with stories and information that we can relate to our own individual lives, the author's succeeded in conveying their arguments. Writing is a very powerful tool that, when used properly, has the ability to affect thousands of lives.
In conclusion, my experiences in this class are something that I will carry with me throughout the rest of my life. I believe that an environment conversation must begin with the knowledge and respect that many well-known authors are able to provide. Without the proper education, one will never be able to respect other's opinions and viewpoints. I firmly believe that my blog contains knowledge that one may need in order to become one more individual in the environmental conservation movement. Not only will my blog provide information on these issues, but it will also be a support system for those who do not feel as though they have a say in this world. I never realized the importance of my words until I had experienced Professor Hess' composition class. With relation to the essays we read, she emphasized the impact that each and every one of us can have on the world. I may not be a widely-known or credited author, but my words may have the possibilty to change someones life, just as the above authors have transformed mine.
December 10, 2008
November 30, 2008
Camp Christian
Ever since I was a young child, Christianity has played a large role in my life. I was brought up in a very religious home, where I was taught many of my family’s values and morals. I have been attending the Scottdale Church of Christ regularly since I was very young. This was the church where my father had grown up in, which makes it very special to our family. Most churches have a particular church camp where they send their young children during the summer, typically for a week at a time. My church, in particular, is involved with Camp Christian in Mill Run, Pennsylvania. The owners of the camp are members of my church, which makes it that much more important to attend camp each year. Camp Christian is a very loving community that opens its doors to anyone who desires a better understanding of God and the Bible. Not only does it allow for a wonderful learning experience, but it also provides a location where children are able to attain life-long friendships with other young Christians, which is something quite difficult to find in today’s society. I firmly believe that Camp Christian has strongly aided in my understanding of whom I am and who I want to become. Not only has attending Camp Christian built on my personal character, but it has also given me the opportunity to grasp the natural beauty of my surroundings. Whether it is manmade or native to the land, Camp Christian allows for one to fully comprehend the splendor and excitement that surrounding environments provide. 
When entering Camp Christian, whether from the north or the south, all must travel down the winding, mile long entrance to reach the premises. Although it seems as though the bumpy, gravel road is never going to end, there is one distinct structure that keeps the drive pleasurable. After the clouds of dust begin to settle, one is able to perceive small parts of the owners’ home, which rests upon the hillside to the left of the pathway. It is a considerably large cottage style-home, with a red-brick chimney wide enough to fit two Santa Clauses. The décor of the outside of their home, which consists of a beautiful natural landscape, a cozy porch setting, and various bible related figures, allows one to only imagine the beauty that may be held inside. When one comes near the end of the road, a tiny, one lane bridge appears. My heart begins to race at this point because church camp is what I have anticipated for all summer. After passing over the bridge, all of the fears and worries of being away from home for a week seem to disappear. The first sight one is able to see is the pool, which has a lot of sentimental value to me. A few years ago, I decided it was my time to get baptized. I did not want to make this imperative decision in my hometown church though. Over the several years I had been attending Camp Christian, I had made many strong, life-long friendships. I wanted to share my special moment with them, along with my family. On a beautiful summer evening, with my family members and close friends surrounding the pool, my preacher baptized me in Camp Christian’s pool. The wind blew strongly as he lifted me from the water; it was surely a magical moment that I will never forget. I am blessed that I was able to take part in this opportunity, and I am now proud to say that I am able to take a piece of Camp Christian with me wherever I go.
Not only was the pool used for baptisms, but it was also the center of much of the activity during our summer camp weeks. Every year, we held water Olympics in the pool and the surrounding area. I was a very competitive young child; therefore, the water Olympics was my opportunity to prove my athletic talent. Each year, I competed with the same girl in order to win the metal for the holding one’s breath the longest competition. We tied during most of the matches, which we both enjoyed because we were actually very good friends. One very special thing about church camp is that it is a time for only laughter, happiness, and tears of joy. Even during competitions, the outcomes were always applauded from the rival teams. Whether one was the winner or the loser, they were all praised for their actions. The biggest competition was the vegetable-oiled watermelon contest. The screams and cheers during this nearly ten minute competition could be heard for miles. Each teammate had to swim in the deep end and attempt to pull out an oiled watermelon that had sunk to the bottom. This challenge was quite a struggle, and many times it was not fully completed. The few extraordinary completions of this particular contest provided for a night full of commendation for the successful campers. Although it never seemed to be in question, our pool was nothing near a state of the arch facility. It was a decent size, enough to fit all of the campers, but it was very typical to find snakes slithering along the bottom of the pool. Also, the texture of the bottom of the pool felt like prickly, ice sickles that had smooth, rounded tops. Although it sounds like it would be a bother, it actually made swimming in the pool a lot more amusing. We created swimming games where one was not allowed to touch the bottom of the pool or he/she was considered disqualified. Our time in the pool was filled with creativity, excitement, and new adventures that allowed for us to explore the many little things that we were given.
Once one passes by the pool, there is another small bridge that covers a creek which runs through the entire length of the camp. Although the creek is only about ankle-depth, many campers enjoy searching under the rocks and weeds to see what they can find. Again, there is often many snakes found in the creek, but surprisingly, many campers are not afraid of them. I, on the other hand, am terrified of the snakes, even though they are usually very small in comparison to snakes seen on TV. It may not be apparent at first, but if one ventures away from the road and down the side of the creek, they will find a very interesting creation. There are two extremely large oak trees that are directly across the creek from one another. Someone created a rope bridge, consisting of thick, yellow rope that is held across the creek by being tied around each of the trees. The rope bridge has two sides but only one piece of rope along the bottom, which is the difficult part of this creation. Campers often spend hours attempting to cross the wobbly bridge without falling into the creek. On the right side of the crick, there is a large, grassy hill that is used for several activities. One day during each summer week, the faculty members create a slip ’n slide for the campers. They use a significantly large plastic tarp that covers the entire length and width of the hill. It is fixed to the ground with a few stakes and hammers, and they pour enough dish soap on it to cover the entire tarp. Typically, they have three water hoses running from the top that create the slippery atmosphere that is needed to glide down the hill. We also have water balloon wars that are held in this same area. The campers from each team must find whatever they can in order to construct several slingshots. We use everything from old socks and rubbers bands to pillow cases and headbands to create our so-called “weapons.” These activities may seem as though they would only be entertaining for a few minutes, but we usually spend several hours on this small piece of land. These activities, which are constructed with minimal supplies, create so many memories that are meant to last a life-time.
The natural beauty of the camp can be seen when one passes over the creek bridge. There is a very special area in the woods along the right side of the camp, where many of the sermons are given. It is a long hike up the bumpy hillside to reach the uncomfortable logs that we must sit on during the entire lesson. It is completely surrounded by large oak trees and beautiful plants that seem to remain still during the entire message, which creates a somewhat eerie environment. This atmosphere allows for the campers to truly realize what it was like to praise God several centuries ago when churches had not been created and when one would be killed if they believed in a higher-being. During the construction of the new mill house, which is absolutely beautiful, there were several large rocks found beneath the ground. Instead of demolishing these beautiful pieces, they scattered them throughout the camp for places to sit, read, or teach. The new mill house, which is where the cafeteria is held, was built by several years of monetary donations to the camp. Not only is the new mill house spectacular, but the new food they prepare is quite exquisite for camp cuisine. It allows the homesick campers to forget about missing their homes, being that it tastes like home-cooked meals. Next to the mill house rests a small building that is entirely open in the front. In this building, there is another creation that keeps the campers quite entertained. This building is used for class time, but its main purpose is the carpet ball table. One may ask what this is, but it is a game that was created by some of the instructors at camp. It was a long, skinny table, which was covered entirely in carpet, with one player at each end of the table. There were open, rectangular-sized pockets at each end of the table and each player had a set of six pool balls. The object of the game was to set up one’s six balls any way they desired, while the other player used to white cue ball to knock the other players’ balls into the open pocket. This was another activity that kept the camper’s attention for several hours, typically during the evening. If one is waiting for their turn on the carpet ball table, they are able to sit and look out of the open wall to the picturesque view of the woods that surround the camp. These are the simple pleasures that are able to be found in this type of environment, even when involving one’s self in manmade activities. Although a lot of these activities are manmade, they still require a lot of creativity and the use of objects that one would not normally think to use.
When one nears the rear end of the camp, they find the chapel and the campers’ dorms. The chapel is where we spend the majority of our time during each day. Yes, the sermons that we were given taught us a lot about how we should act and react to certain situations, but I also clearly remember the worship songs that we were taught. These songs allowed us to have fun and be energetic while still praising God. Even today, when our church group gets together we tend to recall many of our camp songs. At times, Chapel was very grave and revealing but being able to share our emotions with songs provided a very uplifting and enlightening atmosphere. Prior to my first experience at church camp, my biggest fear of being away for a week was staying in the dorms. Contrary to what one may think, we did not spend a large amount of our time in the dorms though. The dorms consist of long hallways that were full of bunk beds and one bathroom on each side. Each of the bathrooms had three toilets and three showers, which did not work well with nearly twenty girls in each room. I did not believe that this was the biggest issue though. I, in particular, found that the smell of the water was absolutely horrid. Most of the time, I had to hold my nose in order to get a shower or simply just to be in the bathroom. The beds were quite uncomfortable as well, but it was always fun to pick out which bed one wanted. Each night, when I would write in my journal or a letter to a family member, was when I realized that there was only one thing missing at church camp: my family. My only wish was to be able to share my magnificent experiences with the ones that I love most.
Camp Christian is full of simple pleasures, which I believe one must truly learn to appreciate. It may not be apparent at first, but Camp Christian is full of opportunities for those with creative minds. The surrounding environment of the camp also provides for many recreational activities that one may not normally think. Not only has my appreciation for my surroundings grown stronger by attending Camp Christian, but my faith has also solidified. I am able to perceive things in a way I never thought possible because I know who their creator is. I do not question things in the same way that I used to, which is a great feeling to achieve. I am proud to say that I am a Christian, and I strongly believe that Camp Christian has helped me to realize that. All of the manmade and natural beauty that Camp Christian has to provide will aid in anyone’s questioning in a higher being.
^Above photo taken by Camp Christian
and found at: Camp Christian
When entering Camp Christian, whether from the north or the south, all must travel down the winding, mile long entrance to reach the premises. Although it seems as though the bumpy, gravel road is never going to end, there is one distinct structure that keeps the drive pleasurable. After the clouds of dust begin to settle, one is able to perceive small parts of the owners’ home, which rests upon the hillside to the left of the pathway. It is a considerably large cottage style-home, with a red-brick chimney wide enough to fit two Santa Clauses. The décor of the outside of their home, which consists of a beautiful natural landscape, a cozy porch setting, and various bible related figures, allows one to only imagine the beauty that may be held inside. When one comes near the end of the road, a tiny, one lane bridge appears. My heart begins to race at this point because church camp is what I have anticipated for all summer. After passing over the bridge, all of the fears and worries of being away from home for a week seem to disappear. The first sight one is able to see is the pool, which has a lot of sentimental value to me. A few years ago, I decided it was my time to get baptized. I did not want to make this imperative decision in my hometown church though. Over the several years I had been attending Camp Christian, I had made many strong, life-long friendships. I wanted to share my special moment with them, along with my family. On a beautiful summer evening, with my family members and close friends surrounding the pool, my preacher baptized me in Camp Christian’s pool. The wind blew strongly as he lifted me from the water; it was surely a magical moment that I will never forget. I am blessed that I was able to take part in this opportunity, and I am now proud to say that I am able to take a piece of Camp Christian with me wherever I go.Not only was the pool used for baptisms, but it was also the center of much of the activity during our summer camp weeks. Every year, we held water Olympics in the pool and the surrounding area. I was a very competitive young child; therefore, the water Olympics was my opportunity to prove my athletic talent. Each year, I competed with the same girl in order to win the metal for the holding one’s breath the longest competition. We tied during most of the matches, which we both enjoyed because we were actually very good friends. One very special thing about church camp is that it is a time for only laughter, happiness, and tears of joy. Even during competitions, the outcomes were always applauded from the rival teams. Whether one was the winner or the loser, they were all praised for their actions. The biggest competition was the vegetable-oiled watermelon contest. The screams and cheers during this nearly ten minute competition could be heard for miles. Each teammate had to swim in the deep end and attempt to pull out an oiled watermelon that had sunk to the bottom. This challenge was quite a struggle, and many times it was not fully completed. The few extraordinary completions of this particular contest provided for a night full of commendation for the successful campers. Although it never seemed to be in question, our pool was nothing near a state of the arch facility. It was a decent size, enough to fit all of the campers, but it was very typical to find snakes slithering along the bottom of the pool. Also, the texture of the bottom of the pool felt like prickly, ice sickles that had smooth, rounded tops. Although it sounds like it would be a bother, it actually made swimming in the pool a lot more amusing. We created swimming games where one was not allowed to touch the bottom of the pool or he/she was considered disqualified. Our time in the pool was filled with creativity, excitement, and new adventures that allowed for us to explore the many little things that we were given.
Once one passes by the pool, there is another small bridge that covers a creek which runs through the entire length of the camp. Although the creek is only about ankle-depth, many campers enjoy searching under the rocks and weeds to see what they can find. Again, there is often many snakes found in the creek, but surprisingly, many campers are not afraid of them. I, on the other hand, am terrified of the snakes, even though they are usually very small in comparison to snakes seen on TV. It may not be apparent at first, but if one ventures away from the road and down the side of the creek, they will find a very interesting creation. There are two extremely large oak trees that are directly across the creek from one another. Someone created a rope bridge, consisting of thick, yellow rope that is held across the creek by being tied around each of the trees. The rope bridge has two sides but only one piece of rope along the bottom, which is the difficult part of this creation. Campers often spend hours attempting to cross the wobbly bridge without falling into the creek. On the right side of the crick, there is a large, grassy hill that is used for several activities. One day during each summer week, the faculty members create a slip ’n slide for the campers. They use a significantly large plastic tarp that covers the entire length and width of the hill. It is fixed to the ground with a few stakes and hammers, and they pour enough dish soap on it to cover the entire tarp. Typically, they have three water hoses running from the top that create the slippery atmosphere that is needed to glide down the hill. We also have water balloon wars that are held in this same area. The campers from each team must find whatever they can in order to construct several slingshots. We use everything from old socks and rubbers bands to pillow cases and headbands to create our so-called “weapons.” These activities may seem as though they would only be entertaining for a few minutes, but we usually spend several hours on this small piece of land. These activities, which are constructed with minimal supplies, create so many memories that are meant to last a life-time.
The natural beauty of the camp can be seen when one passes over the creek bridge. There is a very special area in the woods along the right side of the camp, where many of the sermons are given. It is a long hike up the bumpy hillside to reach the uncomfortable logs that we must sit on during the entire lesson. It is completely surrounded by large oak trees and beautiful plants that seem to remain still during the entire message, which creates a somewhat eerie environment. This atmosphere allows for the campers to truly realize what it was like to praise God several centuries ago when churches had not been created and when one would be killed if they believed in a higher-being. During the construction of the new mill house, which is absolutely beautiful, there were several large rocks found beneath the ground. Instead of demolishing these beautiful pieces, they scattered them throughout the camp for places to sit, read, or teach. The new mill house, which is where the cafeteria is held, was built by several years of monetary donations to the camp. Not only is the new mill house spectacular, but the new food they prepare is quite exquisite for camp cuisine. It allows the homesick campers to forget about missing their homes, being that it tastes like home-cooked meals. Next to the mill house rests a small building that is entirely open in the front. In this building, there is another creation that keeps the campers quite entertained. This building is used for class time, but its main purpose is the carpet ball table. One may ask what this is, but it is a game that was created by some of the instructors at camp. It was a long, skinny table, which was covered entirely in carpet, with one player at each end of the table. There were open, rectangular-sized pockets at each end of the table and each player had a set of six pool balls. The object of the game was to set up one’s six balls any way they desired, while the other player used to white cue ball to knock the other players’ balls into the open pocket. This was another activity that kept the camper’s attention for several hours, typically during the evening. If one is waiting for their turn on the carpet ball table, they are able to sit and look out of the open wall to the picturesque view of the woods that surround the camp. These are the simple pleasures that are able to be found in this type of environment, even when involving one’s self in manmade activities. Although a lot of these activities are manmade, they still require a lot of creativity and the use of objects that one would not normally think to use.
When one nears the rear end of the camp, they find the chapel and the campers’ dorms. The chapel is where we spend the majority of our time during each day. Yes, the sermons that we were given taught us a lot about how we should act and react to certain situations, but I also clearly remember the worship songs that we were taught. These songs allowed us to have fun and be energetic while still praising God. Even today, when our church group gets together we tend to recall many of our camp songs. At times, Chapel was very grave and revealing but being able to share our emotions with songs provided a very uplifting and enlightening atmosphere. Prior to my first experience at church camp, my biggest fear of being away for a week was staying in the dorms. Contrary to what one may think, we did not spend a large amount of our time in the dorms though. The dorms consist of long hallways that were full of bunk beds and one bathroom on each side. Each of the bathrooms had three toilets and three showers, which did not work well with nearly twenty girls in each room. I did not believe that this was the biggest issue though. I, in particular, found that the smell of the water was absolutely horrid. Most of the time, I had to hold my nose in order to get a shower or simply just to be in the bathroom. The beds were quite uncomfortable as well, but it was always fun to pick out which bed one wanted. Each night, when I would write in my journal or a letter to a family member, was when I realized that there was only one thing missing at church camp: my family. My only wish was to be able to share my magnificent experiences with the ones that I love most.
Camp Christian is full of simple pleasures, which I believe one must truly learn to appreciate. It may not be apparent at first, but Camp Christian is full of opportunities for those with creative minds. The surrounding environment of the camp also provides for many recreational activities that one may not normally think. Not only has my appreciation for my surroundings grown stronger by attending Camp Christian, but my faith has also solidified. I am able to perceive things in a way I never thought possible because I know who their creator is. I do not question things in the same way that I used to, which is a great feeling to achieve. I am proud to say that I am a Christian, and I strongly believe that Camp Christian has helped me to realize that. All of the manmade and natural beauty that Camp Christian has to provide will aid in anyone’s questioning in a higher being.
^Above photo taken by Camp Christian
and found at: Camp Christian
November 17, 2008
Saving our Electricity
Dear Kerri,
I am writing today to inform you of an environmental issue that deeply concerns our college community today. Many Americans today tend to take many things for granted in our country, some more than others. Although many natural resources are taken advantage of intentionally, many people are ignorant to the fact that they are unnecessarily using these resources. The question posed is whether these uninformed citizens can be considered deliberate idlers due to the fact that they show no concern towards the issue. Researching, in my opinion, is the first step towards becoming aware of any specific issue. One can’t always depend on the preset views that others have already created, but with factual data one is able to extract his/her own conclusions. It may not be apparent to Washington and Jefferson College students at first, but it takes an immense amount of electricity to keep the campus operating. From heating, cooling, and lighting all of the dorms, classrooms, buildings, and various houses present on campus to powering all of the computers, televisions, and kitchen facilities, electricity is a top priority in keeping any business stabilized. Washington and Jefferson students are aware of the soaring numbers on their tuition bills, but they are typically not familiar with the amount of that which goes towards the college electricity bill. I believe that with a little information and persuasion from those who support our college community, we can be one step closer to a more ecologically-friendly region. Without accurate and relevant information on electricity and how it affects our lives, the Washington and Jefferson College community will never be able to see any type of reform.
First, let me share with you some interesting facts about electricity and how it functions throughout our college atmosphere. You, along with several others, may not be conscious of the fact that electricity is only a secondary source. It is formed by a combination of natural resources such as coal, oil, natural gas, and nuclear power (“Electricity”). These resources are renewable, unlike the electricity that is created and exploited (“Electricity”). I am sure you are familiar with atoms, being that they contain electrons which develop the electrical charges that are constructed into our power. Just as atoms have been the building blocks of everything in our world, “electricity has been moving in the world forever (“Electricity”).” From Benjamin Franklin’s kite experiment to the invention of the light bulb by Edison, scientists have begun to better understand the concepts of electricity. After several years of research and development, electricity has become one of our most widely used energy sources and is considered a necessity in our daily lives. This necessity is used much more than it is actually needed though. Many people, including myself, tend to forget that electricity is being utilized even when no one is personally handling the product. Although it may not be visible to the human eye, electricity also causes pollution. One cannot see this pollution from their homes, but it is perceptible at the power plant in which it is created (“Saving Electricity.”) With this resource being such an essential part of our lives, it is often times hard to imagine a life without electricity.
Unlike many other natural resources, electricity is able to be controlled. I believe that with more information available on this issue to students and faculty throughout our college campus, we will be able to greatly reduce the amount of electricity used. It is our job to communicate to the public the various ways of accomplishing this goal. The most appealing way to convey this subject may be to provide statistics on what saving electricity would do for our school community. As we both know, the tuition for Washington and Jefferson is quite costly. Lowering the costs of operating the college may provide for reduced prices of incoming students. With decreased costs for electric bills, the college would have the possibility to provide more financial aid or even lower the cost of tuition as a whole. Most students are not aware that electricity is accounted for by kilowatt hours (“Saving Electricity”). When something is plugged into the wall, even if it is not turned on, it consumes kilowatt hours. Because dorm rooms are typically quite small, there are usually not enough outlets for everything that needs to be plugged in. This results in the use of power strips, which are very common in most homes near computers. These power strips already lower the amount of electricity used, but they still exert power while being plugged into the wall. Most college students, like myself, do not spend the majority of their time in their own rooms. This allows for a lot of unnecessary usage of energy from things that do not need to be plugged in at all times. Computers, cell phone chargers, hair flatirons, and desk lamps are just a few common items that could be taken out of the wall after use. A study completed using the standard cost calculator for electricity allows for one to see the actual difference in costs when items are unplugged compared to when they are left in the outlets (“Saving Electricity”). They used a high-end computer that was plugged in twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and weighed its cost against the same computer that was plugged in only two hours a day, five days a week. The prices were drastically different, leaving the final result around $405 at the everyday rate per year to only $5.50 per year when the device was unplugged (“Saving Electricity”). If these types of statistics were publicized throughout the campus in the most popular areas, such as the commons and the library, these extreme differences may persuade individuals to begin to care more about their electricity usage. Once the initial concern is established, the worry towards these issues will broaden being that they personally affect each and every one of our lives.
Overall, I believe that with involvement from one of our school community leaders, such as you, along with provided statistics and severe realizations, Washington and Jefferson College will be on its way towards a healthy living environment. Please take into consideration the facts that I have presented in this letter when you decide on the upcoming issues for the Red and Black. I ask that you set aside a column in your newspaper concerning this specific issue because I honestly believe students will be amazed and in turn, gain a new perspective on this every day necessity: electricity. Sincerely,
Caitlin King
Works Cited:
“Electricity- A Secondary Energy Source.” Energy Kid’s Page. 2007. 16 November 2008 http://www.eia.doe.gov/kids/energyfacts/sources/electricity.html.
“Saving Electricity.” Michael Bluejay, Inc. 16 November 2008 http://michaelbluejay.com/electricity/computers.html.
I am writing today to inform you of an environmental issue that deeply concerns our college community today. Many Americans today tend to take many things for granted in our country, some more than others. Although many natural resources are taken advantage of intentionally, many people are ignorant to the fact that they are unnecessarily using these resources. The question posed is whether these uninformed citizens can be considered deliberate idlers due to the fact that they show no concern towards the issue. Researching, in my opinion, is the first step towards becoming aware of any specific issue. One can’t always depend on the preset views that others have already created, but with factual data one is able to extract his/her own conclusions. It may not be apparent to Washington and Jefferson College students at first, but it takes an immense amount of electricity to keep the campus operating. From heating, cooling, and lighting all of the dorms, classrooms, buildings, and various houses present on campus to powering all of the computers, televisions, and kitchen facilities, electricity is a top priority in keeping any business stabilized. Washington and Jefferson students are aware of the soaring numbers on their tuition bills, but they are typically not familiar with the amount of that which goes towards the college electricity bill. I believe that with a little information and persuasion from those who support our college community, we can be one step closer to a more ecologically-friendly region. Without accurate and relevant information on electricity and how it affects our lives, the Washington and Jefferson College community will never be able to see any type of reform.
First, let me share with you some interesting facts about electricity and how it functions throughout our college atmosphere. You, along with several others, may not be conscious of the fact that electricity is only a secondary source. It is formed by a combination of natural resources such as coal, oil, natural gas, and nuclear power (“Electricity”). These resources are renewable, unlike the electricity that is created and exploited (“Electricity”). I am sure you are familiar with atoms, being that they contain electrons which develop the electrical charges that are constructed into our power. Just as atoms have been the building blocks of everything in our world, “electricity has been moving in the world forever (“Electricity”).” From Benjamin Franklin’s kite experiment to the invention of the light bulb by Edison, scientists have begun to better understand the concepts of electricity. After several years of research and development, electricity has become one of our most widely used energy sources and is considered a necessity in our daily lives. This necessity is used much more than it is actually needed though. Many people, including myself, tend to forget that electricity is being utilized even when no one is personally handling the product. Although it may not be visible to the human eye, electricity also causes pollution. One cannot see this pollution from their homes, but it is perceptible at the power plant in which it is created (“Saving Electricity.”) With this resource being such an essential part of our lives, it is often times hard to imagine a life without electricity.
Unlike many other natural resources, electricity is able to be controlled. I believe that with more information available on this issue to students and faculty throughout our college campus, we will be able to greatly reduce the amount of electricity used. It is our job to communicate to the public the various ways of accomplishing this goal. The most appealing way to convey this subject may be to provide statistics on what saving electricity would do for our school community. As we both know, the tuition for Washington and Jefferson is quite costly. Lowering the costs of operating the college may provide for reduced prices of incoming students. With decreased costs for electric bills, the college would have the possibility to provide more financial aid or even lower the cost of tuition as a whole. Most students are not aware that electricity is accounted for by kilowatt hours (“Saving Electricity”). When something is plugged into the wall, even if it is not turned on, it consumes kilowatt hours. Because dorm rooms are typically quite small, there are usually not enough outlets for everything that needs to be plugged in. This results in the use of power strips, which are very common in most homes near computers. These power strips already lower the amount of electricity used, but they still exert power while being plugged into the wall. Most college students, like myself, do not spend the majority of their time in their own rooms. This allows for a lot of unnecessary usage of energy from things that do not need to be plugged in at all times. Computers, cell phone chargers, hair flatirons, and desk lamps are just a few common items that could be taken out of the wall after use. A study completed using the standard cost calculator for electricity allows for one to see the actual difference in costs when items are unplugged compared to when they are left in the outlets (“Saving Electricity”). They used a high-end computer that was plugged in twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and weighed its cost against the same computer that was plugged in only two hours a day, five days a week. The prices were drastically different, leaving the final result around $405 at the everyday rate per year to only $5.50 per year when the device was unplugged (“Saving Electricity”). If these types of statistics were publicized throughout the campus in the most popular areas, such as the commons and the library, these extreme differences may persuade individuals to begin to care more about their electricity usage. Once the initial concern is established, the worry towards these issues will broaden being that they personally affect each and every one of our lives.
Overall, I believe that with involvement from one of our school community leaders, such as you, along with provided statistics and severe realizations, Washington and Jefferson College will be on its way towards a healthy living environment. Please take into consideration the facts that I have presented in this letter when you decide on the upcoming issues for the Red and Black. I ask that you set aside a column in your newspaper concerning this specific issue because I honestly believe students will be amazed and in turn, gain a new perspective on this every day necessity: electricity. Sincerely,
Caitlin King
Works Cited:
“Electricity- A Secondary Energy Source.” Energy Kid’s Page. 2007. 16 November 2008 http://www.eia.doe.gov/kids/energyfacts/sources/electricity.html.
“Saving Electricity.” Michael Bluejay, Inc. 16 November 2008 http://michaelbluejay.com/electricity/computers.html.
November 9, 2008
Humans and Chimpanzees: Both Instinctive and Intelligent
There are vast numbers of theories existing throughout the United States involving the creation of humans. In particular though, a number of scientists have drawn the conclusion that humans have evolved from chimpanzees. The real question posed, which has been in discussion for several years, is the true distinction between the two species. In a recent study discussing instinctive behaviors, Amanda Maclay stated that, “Perhaps it can be said that the distinguishing factor between humans and animals is that animals act out of instinct and humans out of will (Maclay).” Whether it be hunting for prey as a means of necessary survival or working two jobs in order to provide food for their family, they all are a part of the natural behavior of the inhabitants of Earth. The means by which these actions are completed may be portrayed as an obvious difference between the two. This instinctive manner allows these 
chimpanzees to relate to several human-like behaviors. Instinctive behavior is not the only relationship connecting these two species, though. Although it may not be apparent at first glance, many chimpanzees are able to control themselves exploiting intelligence. Chimpanzees can be labeled as children learning from those surrounding them. At first, chimpanzees view the world as a large puzzle, but not long after their birth will they begin to put the pieces together. Although it may not be assumed by their outward appearances, chimpanzees and humans are closely related when it comes to their instinctive and intelligent minds.
One may never be able to tell whether the urge to eat certain items is acted upon with instinct or intelligence. Some believe that intelligent eaters are able to control their appetite with healthy consumption, while instinctive eaters need to consume items that satisfy their taste buds. When it comes to the diets of animals and humans, they are almost always distinctively different. This is not particularly true in the case of chimpanzees and humans though. Most Americans try to remain on a healthy diet, which is quite difficult for many due to their hectic life schedules. This healthy diet typically consists of a variety of items from each food group, with minimal consumption of harmful fats and sugars. Chimpanzees have a very diverse diet as well, and are labeled as omnivores (Jane Goodall Institute). Although humans don’t typically consume barks, roots, and insects, many do attempt to eat organic and unprocessed food. Chimpanzees’ most common food intake consists of fruits, which relates to many American vegetarians: who are only consuming vegetables (Jane Goodall Institute). The economy has a lot to do with what types of items consumers will purchase, just as the seasons affect what chimpanzees consume. If the economy is doing well, consumers have more tendencies to spend more money on higher quality products. Also, dining out is not much of a concern when one does not have to fret over saving money. As the seasons change, chimpanzees are forced to utilize different products to please their hunger (Jane Goodall Institute). The availability of their normal intake of fruits and nuts are minimal during the winter months; therefore, they resort to what is accessible to them. These difficult times that create massive amounts of stress on humans are also threatening to chimpanzees. Eating is a vital intellectual behavior needed for taking care of one’s body, but the instinctive decisions of what and how much to consume are nearly just as important.
Another quite obvious and common similarity between humans and chimpanzees is the instinctive nature of protecting loved ones and belongings. Whether it is a physical, mental, or an emotional threat, one is always readily available to defend their family members. Mother chimpanzees are more likely than most species to develop lifelong relationships with their offspring, just as humans do (Animal Bytes). This relationship allows for a much closer and personal interaction between the two, in contrast to those animals that leave their young soon after birth. Parents typically control every move of their children’s lives until they reach their middle teenage years. Chimpanzees are also fully dependent on their parents for a number of years, typically six or seven (Jane Goodall Institute). Not only do chimpanzees feel the need to overbearingly protect their young, but they also forcefully defend their territory. Whether it is their own personal land or their entire community, chimpanzees will do whatever necessary to keep their borders secure. There are very few animals that engage in aggressive actions against their own species, chimpanzees being one of them (Jane Goodall Institute). These events are typically a result of border issues and they usually end in fatalities (Jane Goodall Institute). Just as the prominent male is the typical defender of the household, male chimpanzees guard their territory from outside invaders. Humans, mostly males, also tend to solve their issues through means of forceful interactions. These issues are usually the result of a problem over belongings, family members, or personal threats. Not only do individuals battle amongst one another, but they also come together to protect their national boundaries. War has become quite familiar to our country, but many tend to forget that we have animal wars occurring throughout our nation daily. The need to secure the well-being of family members and territory has been an innate characteristic in both humans and chimpanzees since birth.
Ultimately, the most evident comparison between humans and chimpanzees is their high levels of intelligence. Chimpanzees have their own ways of communication, just as humans communicate in a variety of ways. They converse through facial expressions, vocalizations, and body language. Humans also relate through these manners by expressing what emotion he or she is attempting to portray without the use of words. There is a specified set of chimpanzee calls that are familiar to each one of them which represent a different feeling or emotion. The chimpanzees make two different types of assembly calls, either intraparty, meaning within their group, or distance calls, which are between separated groups (Jane Goodall Institute). They also have food calls, which signal where there is a food source available. Once one reaches his/her source and successfully kills it, it makes special excited calls that let others know of its good deed. Just as humans have their own individual voices, so do chimpanzees. Each chimpanzee has its own pant-hoot, which characterizes each one so that other chimpanzees will know who is making the call (Jane Goodall Institute). To humans, speaking well is a sign of high intelligence and to chimpanzees, it takes a high level of intelligence to be able to learn and understand a number of different calls. In some instances, chimpanzees have the ability to acquire knowledge much faster than some humans. Washoe, a female chimpanzee, is said to be the first non-human to learn sign language (Sign-Language Chimp Dies). This chimpanzee not only acquired the ability to perform nearly two-hundred and fifty words in sign language, but she was also able to teach it to several other chimpanzees (Sign-Language Chimp Dies). There are many humans in America today that do not even know one word of sign language. This is where a true distinction between humans and chimpanzees may occur. Although chimpanzees are unable to communicate with words, they are able to use their bodies and minds to express emotions. These chimpanzees, though, are typically willing and yearning to learn new information every day. Yes, many Americans strive to reach their full potential, but what happens when they feel that they have accomplished all they possibly can. The expansions of chimpanzees’ minds never seem to end, which is a true characteristic of an intellectual being.
One may never discover the actual relationship between humans and chimpanzees, but one factor will always remain true. Instinct and intelligence are intertwined in most circumstances, with typically no true distinction between the two. The way one feeds, interacts with others, and comprehends information is not subject to one natural reaction more than the other. More often than not, humans are viewed as superior over animals. This is not always the case, though, and chimpanzees tend to have more will-power when it comes to intelligence and more self-control when it comes to instinct over most humans. Some may believe intelligence is earned and instinct is inherited, but this is not always considered factual. My perspective is that one, whether it be a human or an animal, cannot be truly intelligent without the use of personal instinct.
Works Cited:
“Chimpanzee.” SeaWorld/Busch Gardens Animal Bytes. 9 November 2008, http://www.seaworld.org/animal-info/Animal-Bytes/animalia/eumetazoa/coleomates/deuterostomes/chordata/craniata/mammalia/primates/chimpanzee.htm
“Chimpanzees Taxonomy and Description.” 2008. The Jane Goodall Institute. 9 November 2008, http://www.jgiuganda.org/chimps.html>.
Maclay, Amanda. “Instinctive Behavior.” 2002. Serendip. 7 November 2008, http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/biology/b103/f02/web1/amaclay.html
“Sign-Language Chimp Dies.” 2007. The Associated Press. 9 November 2008, http://www.cnn.com/2007/TECH/science/10/31/signing.chimp.dies.ap/index.html>.
chimpanzees to relate to several human-like behaviors. Instinctive behavior is not the only relationship connecting these two species, though. Although it may not be apparent at first glance, many chimpanzees are able to control themselves exploiting intelligence. Chimpanzees can be labeled as children learning from those surrounding them. At first, chimpanzees view the world as a large puzzle, but not long after their birth will they begin to put the pieces together. Although it may not be assumed by their outward appearances, chimpanzees and humans are closely related when it comes to their instinctive and intelligent minds.One may never be able to tell whether the urge to eat certain items is acted upon with instinct or intelligence. Some believe that intelligent eaters are able to control their appetite with healthy consumption, while instinctive eaters need to consume items that satisfy their taste buds. When it comes to the diets of animals and humans, they are almost always distinctively different. This is not particularly true in the case of chimpanzees and humans though. Most Americans try to remain on a healthy diet, which is quite difficult for many due to their hectic life schedules. This healthy diet typically consists of a variety of items from each food group, with minimal consumption of harmful fats and sugars. Chimpanzees have a very diverse diet as well, and are labeled as omnivores (Jane Goodall Institute). Although humans don’t typically consume barks, roots, and insects, many do attempt to eat organic and unprocessed food. Chimpanzees’ most common food intake consists of fruits, which relates to many American vegetarians: who are only consuming vegetables (Jane Goodall Institute). The economy has a lot to do with what types of items consumers will purchase, just as the seasons affect what chimpanzees consume. If the economy is doing well, consumers have more tendencies to spend more money on higher quality products. Also, dining out is not much of a concern when one does not have to fret over saving money. As the seasons change, chimpanzees are forced to utilize different products to please their hunger (Jane Goodall Institute). The availability of their normal intake of fruits and nuts are minimal during the winter months; therefore, they resort to what is accessible to them. These difficult times that create massive amounts of stress on humans are also threatening to chimpanzees. Eating is a vital intellectual behavior needed for taking care of one’s body, but the instinctive decisions of what and how much to consume are nearly just as important.
Another quite obvious and common similarity between humans and chimpanzees is the instinctive nature of protecting loved ones and belongings. Whether it is a physical, mental, or an emotional threat, one is always readily available to defend their family members. Mother chimpanzees are more likely than most species to develop lifelong relationships with their offspring, just as humans do (Animal Bytes). This relationship allows for a much closer and personal interaction between the two, in contrast to those animals that leave their young soon after birth. Parents typically control every move of their children’s lives until they reach their middle teenage years. Chimpanzees are also fully dependent on their parents for a number of years, typically six or seven (Jane Goodall Institute). Not only do chimpanzees feel the need to overbearingly protect their young, but they also forcefully defend their territory. Whether it is their own personal land or their entire community, chimpanzees will do whatever necessary to keep their borders secure. There are very few animals that engage in aggressive actions against their own species, chimpanzees being one of them (Jane Goodall Institute). These events are typically a result of border issues and they usually end in fatalities (Jane Goodall Institute). Just as the prominent male is the typical defender of the household, male chimpanzees guard their territory from outside invaders. Humans, mostly males, also tend to solve their issues through means of forceful interactions. These issues are usually the result of a problem over belongings, family members, or personal threats. Not only do individuals battle amongst one another, but they also come together to protect their national boundaries. War has become quite familiar to our country, but many tend to forget that we have animal wars occurring throughout our nation daily. The need to secure the well-being of family members and territory has been an innate characteristic in both humans and chimpanzees since birth.
Ultimately, the most evident comparison between humans and chimpanzees is their high levels of intelligence. Chimpanzees have their own ways of communication, just as humans communicate in a variety of ways. They converse through facial expressions, vocalizations, and body language. Humans also relate through these manners by expressing what emotion he or she is attempting to portray without the use of words. There is a specified set of chimpanzee calls that are familiar to each one of them which represent a different feeling or emotion. The chimpanzees make two different types of assembly calls, either intraparty, meaning within their group, or distance calls, which are between separated groups (Jane Goodall Institute). They also have food calls, which signal where there is a food source available. Once one reaches his/her source and successfully kills it, it makes special excited calls that let others know of its good deed. Just as humans have their own individual voices, so do chimpanzees. Each chimpanzee has its own pant-hoot, which characterizes each one so that other chimpanzees will know who is making the call (Jane Goodall Institute). To humans, speaking well is a sign of high intelligence and to chimpanzees, it takes a high level of intelligence to be able to learn and understand a number of different calls. In some instances, chimpanzees have the ability to acquire knowledge much faster than some humans. Washoe, a female chimpanzee, is said to be the first non-human to learn sign language (Sign-Language Chimp Dies). This chimpanzee not only acquired the ability to perform nearly two-hundred and fifty words in sign language, but she was also able to teach it to several other chimpanzees (Sign-Language Chimp Dies). There are many humans in America today that do not even know one word of sign language. This is where a true distinction between humans and chimpanzees may occur. Although chimpanzees are unable to communicate with words, they are able to use their bodies and minds to express emotions. These chimpanzees, though, are typically willing and yearning to learn new information every day. Yes, many Americans strive to reach their full potential, but what happens when they feel that they have accomplished all they possibly can. The expansions of chimpanzees’ minds never seem to end, which is a true characteristic of an intellectual being.
One may never discover the actual relationship between humans and chimpanzees, but one factor will always remain true. Instinct and intelligence are intertwined in most circumstances, with typically no true distinction between the two. The way one feeds, interacts with others, and comprehends information is not subject to one natural reaction more than the other. More often than not, humans are viewed as superior over animals. This is not always the case, though, and chimpanzees tend to have more will-power when it comes to intelligence and more self-control when it comes to instinct over most humans. Some may believe intelligence is earned and instinct is inherited, but this is not always considered factual. My perspective is that one, whether it be a human or an animal, cannot be truly intelligent without the use of personal instinct.
Works Cited:
“Chimpanzee.” SeaWorld/Busch Gardens Animal Bytes. 9 November 2008, http://www.seaworld.org/animal-info/Animal-Bytes/animalia/eumetazoa/coleomates/deuterostomes/chordata/craniata/mammalia/primates/chimpanzee.htm
“Chimpanzees Taxonomy and Description.” 2008. The Jane Goodall Institute. 9 November 2008, http://www.jgiuganda.org/chimps.html>.
Maclay, Amanda. “Instinctive Behavior.” 2002. Serendip. 7 November 2008, http://serendip.brynmawr.edu/biology/b103/f02/web1/amaclay.html
“Sign-Language Chimp Dies.” 2007. The Associated Press. 9 November 2008, http://www.cnn.com/2007/TECH/science/10/31/signing.chimp.dies.ap/index.html>.
^Above Photo taken by Michael Nichols from: Chimp
November 3, 2008
Water Pollution
Photo taken by Kamil, found at: Water Pollution
Water exists as the largest natural resource on the planet, covering nearly seventy percent of the Earth’s surface (Krantz & Kifferstein). This large portion of our world provides for several outdoor recreational activities. Whether it is white-water rafting, canoeing down a river, or simply swimming in the ocean, one can typically find something to enjoy pertaining to water activities. This is not limited to physically being in the water, though. Some individuals struggle when it comes to the thought of water. They may be a hydrophobic or simply be unable to swim. Luckily, though, these individuals do not have to refrain from the outside water world. Fishing is a common outdoor recreational activity that excites many. This not only includes the typical water fishing, but it can also consist of ice and fly fishing. Fishing can play the part of a hobby or even more importantly, it can take the form of a career needed for survival. There is one very important issue that primarily concerns fishing: water pollution. Yes, water pollution affects every body of water, but some are more vital than others. Recreational activities have the ability to be removed with no severe consequences, but fish are a vital food supply constantly needed for not only humans, but also animals. Water pollution negatively affects every aspect of our lives in a variety of ways, but it has the possibility to wipe out an entire food supply. Water pollution results from several different pollutants, but humans are known as the leading cause of the issue.
Polluted water not only exists in homes, but it is also found in industries throughout the nation (“Water is Essential for Life”). Whether it is run-off from contaminated land or mistreatment of sewage systems, they all have the possibility to enter our bodies. This results in water contamination in nearly every public facility one may enter. There is a common threat, though, that many people tend to forget when it comes to water pollution. This type of pollution can be indirectly harmful, with one never even touching a drop of water. This is titled as microbiological water pollution, and it has the potential to result in life-threatening diseases (“Water is Essential for Life”). In simpler terms, this occurs when a fish is contaminated in polluted water and then is prepared as a dish for someone to eat. Many diseases, such as polio and cholera, have been the direct result of these contaminated meals (Water is Essential for Life”). Several chemical pollutants are also present in the rapid deterioration of aquatic-life. Chemicals from industrial plants, pesticides from agriculture, and the breakdown of natural wastes all contribute to chemical water pollution. Whatever the pollutant may be, they all begin with humans and are detrimental to the life of anyone or anything that come in contact with the substance.
Fish have always been a vital part of our lives, and fishing is one of my most favorable hobbies. My family owns a cabin in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, and we travel there at least four times a year. Having never been very keen on the thought of hiking or exploring in nature, fishing has provided me with an alternative activity that I have grown to love. Fishing is a hobby that can be very competitive, yet relaxing at the same time. I spent several years acquiring the correct knowledge for fishing. Some may perceive it as a very easy sport to adhere to, but it comes with a lot of different techniques that one must learn. With the increasing amount of water pollutants in our environment, though, the numbers of fish in our waters are dwindling. This not only prohibits the amount of fish humans can attain, but it also interrupts several food chains. With an insufficient amount of fish that is needed, several other species have the possibility of slowly deteriorating if another food supply is not found. This process allows for the possibility of losing several business and career opportunities in our country. Not only will fishermen begin to lose their jobs, but also anyone whose business involves fish will begin to suffer. It may not seem apparent at first, but the severe threats of water pollution have the ability to weaken our economy if not handled properly. Humans must be aware that their own neglect for their environments may cause their lives to suffer.
Water pollution may never be fully preventable, but it has the potential to be lessened with several precautions from humans. Most importantly, new technology needs to be designed in order to assure that the water sent to homes is completely filtered. On several occasions, I have turned my faucet to find brown dirty water pouring out of my faucet. I am sure that this is not uncommon throughout the United States. Not everyone has the ability to achieve a home water-filtering system for every faucet, which should not be of their concern in the first place. In many cases, used water is accidently mixed into clean water resources. With new technology and closer inspections of our water-filtering plants, clean water is most certainly achievable. Not only will industries need to reassess their filtering-plants, but every individual will need to reconsider their everyday activities. Littering can result in the polluting of water, as well as harmful, unnecessary nutrients that are put into the land. Littering is not subject to the direct placing of trash into the environment, but it can also include the end result of normal routines. Grass clippings and pet wastes can be very destructive when they come in contact with any body of water. Also, the more trees and shrubs that are left on the earth will help prevent soil erosion from contaminating our waters (Krantz & Kifferstein). With several safety measures from the inhabitants of earth, our waters have the potential to become purified once again.
Ultimately, it is the responsibility of the residents of Earth to take charge in the battle against water pollution. Awareness and education on the causes and effects of water pollution need to be readily available in order for one to fully comprehend the results of his/her actions (Krantz & Kifferstein). One may never discover a true preventative method for water pollution, but with increasing technology it can drastically be reduced. Fish are a constant food supply for not only humans, but also for other species on the food chain. Water pollution has the ability to wipe out several aquatic species, which would result in serious disaster among our society. Not only would there be a loss of an important food supply, but there would also be a loss in a professional and recreational sport. Fishing is quite common throughout the world, but without a sufficient number of fish in the waters, fishing will not be possible for entertainment. With a primary concern towards the health of our bodies of water, fishing and fish will not have to reach their end.
Works Cited:
Krantz, David and Brad Kifferstein. “Water Pollution and Society.” 2 November 2008, http://www.umich.edu/~gs265/society/waterpollution.htm>.
Water is Essential for Life. “Everyone is Against Water Pollution… but How does it Happen, and how can it be Prevented?” 2 November 2008,http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/5161/water1.htm
Polluted water not only exists in homes, but it is also found in industries throughout the nation (“Water is Essential for Life”). Whether it is run-off from contaminated land or mistreatment of sewage systems, they all have the possibility to enter our bodies. This results in water contamination in nearly every public facility one may enter. There is a common threat, though, that many people tend to forget when it comes to water pollution. This type of pollution can be indirectly harmful, with one never even touching a drop of water. This is titled as microbiological water pollution, and it has the potential to result in life-threatening diseases (“Water is Essential for Life”). In simpler terms, this occurs when a fish is contaminated in polluted water and then is prepared as a dish for someone to eat. Many diseases, such as polio and cholera, have been the direct result of these contaminated meals (Water is Essential for Life”). Several chemical pollutants are also present in the rapid deterioration of aquatic-life. Chemicals from industrial plants, pesticides from agriculture, and the breakdown of natural wastes all contribute to chemical water pollution. Whatever the pollutant may be, they all begin with humans and are detrimental to the life of anyone or anything that come in contact with the substance.
Fish have always been a vital part of our lives, and fishing is one of my most favorable hobbies. My family owns a cabin in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, and we travel there at least four times a year. Having never been very keen on the thought of hiking or exploring in nature, fishing has provided me with an alternative activity that I have grown to love. Fishing is a hobby that can be very competitive, yet relaxing at the same time. I spent several years acquiring the correct knowledge for fishing. Some may perceive it as a very easy sport to adhere to, but it comes with a lot of different techniques that one must learn. With the increasing amount of water pollutants in our environment, though, the numbers of fish in our waters are dwindling. This not only prohibits the amount of fish humans can attain, but it also interrupts several food chains. With an insufficient amount of fish that is needed, several other species have the possibility of slowly deteriorating if another food supply is not found. This process allows for the possibility of losing several business and career opportunities in our country. Not only will fishermen begin to lose their jobs, but also anyone whose business involves fish will begin to suffer. It may not seem apparent at first, but the severe threats of water pollution have the ability to weaken our economy if not handled properly. Humans must be aware that their own neglect for their environments may cause their lives to suffer.
Water pollution may never be fully preventable, but it has the potential to be lessened with several precautions from humans. Most importantly, new technology needs to be designed in order to assure that the water sent to homes is completely filtered. On several occasions, I have turned my faucet to find brown dirty water pouring out of my faucet. I am sure that this is not uncommon throughout the United States. Not everyone has the ability to achieve a home water-filtering system for every faucet, which should not be of their concern in the first place. In many cases, used water is accidently mixed into clean water resources. With new technology and closer inspections of our water-filtering plants, clean water is most certainly achievable. Not only will industries need to reassess their filtering-plants, but every individual will need to reconsider their everyday activities. Littering can result in the polluting of water, as well as harmful, unnecessary nutrients that are put into the land. Littering is not subject to the direct placing of trash into the environment, but it can also include the end result of normal routines. Grass clippings and pet wastes can be very destructive when they come in contact with any body of water. Also, the more trees and shrubs that are left on the earth will help prevent soil erosion from contaminating our waters (Krantz & Kifferstein). With several safety measures from the inhabitants of earth, our waters have the potential to become purified once again.
Ultimately, it is the responsibility of the residents of Earth to take charge in the battle against water pollution. Awareness and education on the causes and effects of water pollution need to be readily available in order for one to fully comprehend the results of his/her actions (Krantz & Kifferstein). One may never discover a true preventative method for water pollution, but with increasing technology it can drastically be reduced. Fish are a constant food supply for not only humans, but also for other species on the food chain. Water pollution has the ability to wipe out several aquatic species, which would result in serious disaster among our society. Not only would there be a loss of an important food supply, but there would also be a loss in a professional and recreational sport. Fishing is quite common throughout the world, but without a sufficient number of fish in the waters, fishing will not be possible for entertainment. With a primary concern towards the health of our bodies of water, fishing and fish will not have to reach their end.
Works Cited:
Krantz, David and Brad Kifferstein. “Water Pollution and Society.” 2 November 2008, http://www.umich.edu/~gs265/society/waterpollution.htm>.
Water is Essential for Life. “Everyone is Against Water Pollution… but How does it Happen, and how can it be Prevented?” 2 November 2008,http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/5161/water1.htm
October 26, 2008
Our Christmas Surprise
Pets, which contain a wide variety of species, connote different things to each individual owner. Some perceive them as added family members and some, typically children, view them as playmates. In most cases, adults value animals, as they do their own children, by purchasing them toys and giving them treats when they accomplish things. Pets have the tendency to become spoiled when given excessive amounts of unnecessary gifts, as do humans. In today’s society, there are pet parlors, spas, and shopping centers for animals. These types of things may seem absurd to many, but they are now average daily routines for several pet owners. On the other end of the spectrum, there are many creatures roaming the earth without owners or anyone to care for them. Typically, they are ravenous, emaciated, wounded, and flea-infested. More often than not, these animals are looked down upon and not wanted anywhere near homes. Because they were not exposed to any type of love from a human, these animals see humans as enemies. Their curiosity of discovering the life of a human may leave them permanently in the ground or, in a more notable sense, in the home of a warm-hearted family. My suprises kitten, Elfy, has taught me that with only a small amount of love and affection, an animal can become much more than a pet.
There were two days until Christmas, and there was one gift left to purchase for my younger sister, Tina. She had wanted a new kitten ever since our last kitten had tragically died. My brother was playing outside in our woods when he noticed something bustling around throughout the brush. He searched around gallantly, but found nothing in the entire acre of snow-covered land. While taking his shoes off on the porch, he turned around to discover that a kitten had followed him home. He was sure that the kitten was the mystery he had been searching for in the woods. Being that my brother was very young, he saw no problem with allowing the unfamiliar kitten to enter our home. During this time, I had been upstairs in my bedroom, but I dashed down the stairs when I heard my mother scream. To my surprise, there was a kitten in my mother’s arms at the bottom of the stairs. Shockingly, my mother said that we were allowed to keep the kitten and present it to Tina for Christmas. Thankfully, Tina was not home during this time; therefore, we were able to keep it a surprise. I had never been extremely enthusiastic about animals due to a horrific past experience, but this kitten seemed so innocent and helpless. I have always felt an inner-responsibility towards helping others, and I knew that it was my duty to nurse this kitten back to good health. We began with feeding the kitten some tuna and water. The kitten was so small that it fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. We then attempted to give it a bath, which was not an easy experience. With a pair of rubber gloves covering my hands, I struggled to pick off as many of the hundreds of fleas on its body as I possibly could. My heart broke as the kitten wailed and shivered in the palm of my hand. I was able to confine the kitten to my bedroom for the first night, without my sister suspecting anything curious. I took it to the vet the next morning, which was an awful experience. Because this had most likely been its first car ride, the kitten was obviously frightened and made a mess of its bodily wastes throughout my car. I was worried that the veterinarian was going to force the kitten to stay in the hospital for the night, but after receiving his shots, he was free to leave. I took him home, for yet another night of confinement in my bedroom. Amazingly, I had provided this kitten with a second chance for a new life.
It was Christmas morning and we had finished opening our gifts. My brother and I had decided to name the kitten Elfy, because we considered him to be our Christmas surprise. I had created a bed for him out of a box and a blanket, which I decorated very nicely. I told Tina that we had a surprise for her and went upstairs to retrieve her gift. She had her eyes closed and was in complete query of what her present could possibly be. Luckily, Elfy was a very quiet kitten, and I was able to make it into the living room with him not making a sound. I laid the kitten on Tina’s lap, with her eyes still closed. When she opened her eyes, she immediately burst into tears. It had been a very long time since I had seen her as truly happy as she was in that moment. She loved the name that we had chosen for him, but she was not satisfied with our sleeping apparatus that we had created. I had grown to love the Elfy in the few days I had spent with him; therefore, I decided to buy him a real bed. I spent my entire Christmas break catering to the kitten and teaching him new things. Elfy plumped up quite quickly; he had eaten much more than any other animal we had prior to him. His fur became a brown and black fluffy mixture and his paws are pure white. He became more to me than simply a pet, but rather like another person to care for. Elfy grew into a healthy, affable cat that everyone would be blessed to have in their lives. Although he came into my life as a surprise, Elfy will leave as one of my best friends.
At first, the thought of another kitten was not very appealing to me. But after realizing the severity of his situation, I was compelled to save him. Elfy allowed me to complete things that I would have never normally thought to do. He taught me, without saying a single word, that with love and affection one has the opportunity to feel complete. Material things don’t last forever, but feelings can. Elfy’s life drastically changed when he showed up on our doorstep that frosty, winter morning, but he changed my life even more.
There were two days until Christmas, and there was one gift left to purchase for my younger sister, Tina. She had wanted a new kitten ever since our last kitten had tragically died. My brother was playing outside in our woods when he noticed something bustling around throughout the brush. He searched around gallantly, but found nothing in the entire acre of snow-covered land. While taking his shoes off on the porch, he turned around to discover that a kitten had followed him home. He was sure that the kitten was the mystery he had been searching for in the woods. Being that my brother was very young, he saw no problem with allowing the unfamiliar kitten to enter our home. During this time, I had been upstairs in my bedroom, but I dashed down the stairs when I heard my mother scream. To my surprise, there was a kitten in my mother’s arms at the bottom of the stairs. Shockingly, my mother said that we were allowed to keep the kitten and present it to Tina for Christmas. Thankfully, Tina was not home during this time; therefore, we were able to keep it a surprise. I had never been extremely enthusiastic about animals due to a horrific past experience, but this kitten seemed so innocent and helpless. I have always felt an inner-responsibility towards helping others, and I knew that it was my duty to nurse this kitten back to good health. We began with feeding the kitten some tuna and water. The kitten was so small that it fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. We then attempted to give it a bath, which was not an easy experience. With a pair of rubber gloves covering my hands, I struggled to pick off as many of the hundreds of fleas on its body as I possibly could. My heart broke as the kitten wailed and shivered in the palm of my hand. I was able to confine the kitten to my bedroom for the first night, without my sister suspecting anything curious. I took it to the vet the next morning, which was an awful experience. Because this had most likely been its first car ride, the kitten was obviously frightened and made a mess of its bodily wastes throughout my car. I was worried that the veterinarian was going to force the kitten to stay in the hospital for the night, but after receiving his shots, he was free to leave. I took him home, for yet another night of confinement in my bedroom. Amazingly, I had provided this kitten with a second chance for a new life.
It was Christmas morning and we had finished opening our gifts. My brother and I had decided to name the kitten Elfy, because we considered him to be our Christmas surprise. I had created a bed for him out of a box and a blanket, which I decorated very nicely. I told Tina that we had a surprise for her and went upstairs to retrieve her gift. She had her eyes closed and was in complete query of what her present could possibly be. Luckily, Elfy was a very quiet kitten, and I was able to make it into the living room with him not making a sound. I laid the kitten on Tina’s lap, with her eyes still closed. When she opened her eyes, she immediately burst into tears. It had been a very long time since I had seen her as truly happy as she was in that moment. She loved the name that we had chosen for him, but she was not satisfied with our sleeping apparatus that we had created. I had grown to love the Elfy in the few days I had spent with him; therefore, I decided to buy him a real bed. I spent my entire Christmas break catering to the kitten and teaching him new things. Elfy plumped up quite quickly; he had eaten much more than any other animal we had prior to him. His fur became a brown and black fluffy mixture and his paws are pure white. He became more to me than simply a pet, but rather like another person to care for. Elfy grew into a healthy, affable cat that everyone would be blessed to have in their lives. Although he came into my life as a surprise, Elfy will leave as one of my best friends.
At first, the thought of another kitten was not very appealing to me. But after realizing the severity of his situation, I was compelled to save him. Elfy allowed me to complete things that I would have never normally thought to do. He taught me, without saying a single word, that with love and affection one has the opportunity to feel complete. Material things don’t last forever, but feelings can. Elfy’s life drastically changed when he showed up on our doorstep that frosty, winter morning, but he changed my life even more.
"Our Christmas Surprise"5 (photo taken by Caitlin King)
October 16, 2008
A Shocking Journey to Crick Hills
There are several bodies of water throughout the world that are held in high regard. The Red Sea, the Panama Canal, the Persian Gulf, the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers, just to name a few, have been homes to quite a few historical events. Although these are familiar to most inhabitants of the world, there are several smaller bodies of water that are important to specific regions surrounding them. I reside in the small town of Scottdale, Pennsylvania, which contains many rivers and creeks that are vital to the town’s history. One site, in particular, is known to the community as Crick Hills. To those unfamiliar to the area, it is referred to as the “Blue Hole.” This name was established because of the immense depth of the water, which gave it a dark blue appearance. This significant landmark is near the outskirts of town and is located in the only true woods of our small town. During the summer months, Crick Hills is always full of excitement and large groups of people. This body of water contains much more than what is visible to the naked eye, though. The legends of what is beneath the water may be shocking to those who hear them for the first time, as I was. After I was told about these “so-called” rumors, I was naturally curious to explore the scene on my own. Prior to my journey into Crick Hills, I was ignorant to the true beauty and value that this important historical site has to offer.
I was quite intimidated by Crick Hills at first because of the horror stories I had heard concerning the area. It is said that there are numerous bodies and relics to be found beneath the water. There are several possibilities though, as to how they were lost there. There is a set of railroad tracks that sit on the hill above the creek. A locomotive, that was carrying goods into Scottdale, had been lost along its route. There was evidence that there had been a disaster along the hillside, and many believe that the locomotive had fallen off its chain in that exact spot. There was also a local mine shaft very close to the area several years ago, which had haphazardly collapsed. Along with the workers trapped inside, the shaft was enclosed with vast amounts of water and sunk to the base of the creek, never to be seen again. The Civil War played an enormous role in our country’s history, and there was a Civil War armory located in the woods surrounding the creek. There are no remnants left from the armory in the woods, but several of the artifacts can be found in our local historical house. Among all of these important factors, there are also cars, animals, and garbage floating around in the dark water. Whether it be remainders from the Civil War or parts from a lost train, they are all important to a true understanding of the importance of Crick Hills.
My first journey into Crick Hills was quite thrilling, yet scary at the same time. The weather was absolutely beautiful when we began our mile long excursion into the woods. We traveled through everything from high brush to man-made mud holes, while carrying our overly-packed bags. The mud holes were everywhere, almost as though someone created a track for quads and trucks to pass over them. We also had to cross over railroad tracks on a bridge, which was one of the most terrifying things that I have ever done. It seemed as though the bridge was never going to end, and we had to be careful not to look down at long drop beneath us while walking. We were also unsure whether a train was going to pass while we were crossing, which was exceptionally daunting. After passing over the bridge, we did not have much longer until we reached the hill in which the locomotive was thought to have crashed. It was such an extensive drop, but we decided to venture down the hill in hopes of perceiving something interesting. We were unsuccessful in our search, but we reached the heart of the creek. It was absolutely stunning, nothing like that of what I had pictured it to be. I had prepared myself for seeing car parts and dirty water, but my visions were entirely false. There were only a few other people there, which made me feel a little safer about diving into the water. There were two different rocks to jump off, one a bit higher than the other. There was only one side of the creek that was safe to jump into because there was an abandoned car very close to the surface on the other side. We became friends with the people who were already jumping, and they told us stories of people that had been hurt while at the creek, which may not have been the best choice. They told us of the person who had discovered the abandoned car while jumping into the creek. His foot went straight through the windshield, which left him with a hefty scar on his right leg. There was another story of a boy, who decided to do a back flip off the highest rock, but his trick was unsuccessful and it left him with a concussion. After hearing these stories, I was hesitant as to whether or not I wanted to get into the water. My friends convinced me that it was safe to jump into the area where the others were: therefore, I decided to jump off the low rock into the freezing cold water. It was an experience unlike any other, and the only thought in my mind was the absurd things that were beneath me. My imagination was soaring as I thought of the possible bodies that I was swimming on top of. We continued jumping for hours, but we had to leave an hour before the sun was going to set in order to be able to make it out of the woods. The journey out of the woods didn’t seem nearly as long as the trip into the woods, especially crossing back over the bridge. I imagined the union soldiers marching over the same land that I was and getting water from the creek that I was swimming in. It is an indescribable feeling to know that I am able to be a part of something so imperative to my nation’s well-being. My first journey into Crick Hills is one that will never be able to be replaced.
Crick Hills may seem as though it is just another body of water to those unfamiliar to the area, but it has been a place of learning for me. Prior to my journey, I was ignorant to its true importance because I had not been educated in its historical past. Because I reside in such a small town, I had never known the pure beauty of the nature that was so close to me. I have made several trips back to Crick Hills, teaching others of what I had learned, but nothing compares to my initial visit. I have learned that in order to obtain the true meaning of something, one must forget what others have told her/him, and create his/her own assumptions
I was quite intimidated by Crick Hills at first because of the horror stories I had heard concerning the area. It is said that there are numerous bodies and relics to be found beneath the water. There are several possibilities though, as to how they were lost there. There is a set of railroad tracks that sit on the hill above the creek. A locomotive, that was carrying goods into Scottdale, had been lost along its route. There was evidence that there had been a disaster along the hillside, and many believe that the locomotive had fallen off its chain in that exact spot. There was also a local mine shaft very close to the area several years ago, which had haphazardly collapsed. Along with the workers trapped inside, the shaft was enclosed with vast amounts of water and sunk to the base of the creek, never to be seen again. The Civil War played an enormous role in our country’s history, and there was a Civil War armory located in the woods surrounding the creek. There are no remnants left from the armory in the woods, but several of the artifacts can be found in our local historical house. Among all of these important factors, there are also cars, animals, and garbage floating around in the dark water. Whether it be remainders from the Civil War or parts from a lost train, they are all important to a true understanding of the importance of Crick Hills.
My first journey into Crick Hills was quite thrilling, yet scary at the same time. The weather was absolutely beautiful when we began our mile long excursion into the woods. We traveled through everything from high brush to man-made mud holes, while carrying our overly-packed bags. The mud holes were everywhere, almost as though someone created a track for quads and trucks to pass over them. We also had to cross over railroad tracks on a bridge, which was one of the most terrifying things that I have ever done. It seemed as though the bridge was never going to end, and we had to be careful not to look down at long drop beneath us while walking. We were also unsure whether a train was going to pass while we were crossing, which was exceptionally daunting. After passing over the bridge, we did not have much longer until we reached the hill in which the locomotive was thought to have crashed. It was such an extensive drop, but we decided to venture down the hill in hopes of perceiving something interesting. We were unsuccessful in our search, but we reached the heart of the creek. It was absolutely stunning, nothing like that of what I had pictured it to be. I had prepared myself for seeing car parts and dirty water, but my visions were entirely false. There were only a few other people there, which made me feel a little safer about diving into the water. There were two different rocks to jump off, one a bit higher than the other. There was only one side of the creek that was safe to jump into because there was an abandoned car very close to the surface on the other side. We became friends with the people who were already jumping, and they told us stories of people that had been hurt while at the creek, which may not have been the best choice. They told us of the person who had discovered the abandoned car while jumping into the creek. His foot went straight through the windshield, which left him with a hefty scar on his right leg. There was another story of a boy, who decided to do a back flip off the highest rock, but his trick was unsuccessful and it left him with a concussion. After hearing these stories, I was hesitant as to whether or not I wanted to get into the water. My friends convinced me that it was safe to jump into the area where the others were: therefore, I decided to jump off the low rock into the freezing cold water. It was an experience unlike any other, and the only thought in my mind was the absurd things that were beneath me. My imagination was soaring as I thought of the possible bodies that I was swimming on top of. We continued jumping for hours, but we had to leave an hour before the sun was going to set in order to be able to make it out of the woods. The journey out of the woods didn’t seem nearly as long as the trip into the woods, especially crossing back over the bridge. I imagined the union soldiers marching over the same land that I was and getting water from the creek that I was swimming in. It is an indescribable feeling to know that I am able to be a part of something so imperative to my nation’s well-being. My first journey into Crick Hills is one that will never be able to be replaced.
Crick Hills may seem as though it is just another body of water to those unfamiliar to the area, but it has been a place of learning for me. Prior to my journey, I was ignorant to its true importance because I had not been educated in its historical past. Because I reside in such a small town, I had never known the pure beauty of the nature that was so close to me. I have made several trips back to Crick Hills, teaching others of what I had learned, but nothing compares to my initial visit. I have learned that in order to obtain the true meaning of something, one must forget what others have told her/him, and create his/her own assumptions
October 15, 2008
Little Scottdale, Big Impact
It is said that childhood memories last a lifetime. Childhood is best described as worry free and full of excitement. There is one crucial part of a child’s life that many tend to look past though. This vital part of a child’s life is where he or she grew up. This not only includes their physical home environment, but also their surrounding regions. I was born in Virginia Beach, Virginia, but moved to Pennsylvania when I was quite young. We resided in the very small town of Scottdale, merely forty-five minutes south of Pittsburgh. Scottdale, a town unfamiliar to many, has been my home for nearly sixteen years. Scottdale is known for being home to the historical H.C. Frick Coke Company, several centuries ago, which we learned a great deal about in school. There are numerous aged Victorian-era mansions throughout the town, all dating back from the eighteen hundreds. There are also many new buildings throughout the area, such as the brand new library and Elementary School. Scottdale may not be a town of great historical importance to the rest of the United States, but it was of great significance to my childhood. Without being brought up in a small environment, I would have never been able to mature into the individual that I am today. Being able to make my own decisions as a child has allowed me to become a very independent and established adult.
Scottdale is a very small, close-knit community, consisting of nearly forty-five hundred residents. Because our town is so small, it is quite typical to smile and wave at familiar faces everywhere one may go. Scottdale is also a very friendly town. It provides a warm and inviting atmosphere to visitors, and it is a place that I am proud to call home. Having lived in three different homes in Scottdale, I have personally experienced the welcoming attitudes for new residents of the community. The second home in which I resided in was located directly in the middle of the town. The street was full of young children, which was quite shocking to me at first being that I came from a home surrounded by only two other children. Within days after our move-in, our new neighbors came to introduce themselves to us and asked if we wanted to play with them. One of these children grew to become my best friend, and we are still best friends to this day. This sense of welcoming and kindness was instilled in me at a very young age. Living in Scottdale has allowed me to become a much more amiable and outgoing individual. I am able to make new friends quite easily, which is something that many people struggle with. I am not afraid to show others who I truly am, even if there may be a question of acceptance. For example, I came to Washington and Jefferson College knowing only two people from my hometown. In a matter of three weeks, I have gained almost the same number of friends that I had in high school. This personality trait will also allow me to do extremely well in the career that I am currently trying to pursue: an international businesswoman/accountant. Many people believe that accountants are stuck in an office all day, but this is not always true. It will be necessary for me to make others feel as though they are wanted, which is a trait that comes naturally to me now. I plan to use my skills in order to portray the values of American businesses while attending meetings in foreign countries. My welcoming and outgoing personality will allow me to do extremely well in my future endeavors. While being a resident of Scottdale, I have learned to chase my dreams but to remain my true self in the process.
Growing up in a small community gave me a feeling of always being safe. This sense of protection allowed me to be an adventurous and independent child. My sister and I, along with our neighborhood friends, were very active children. We enjoyed being outside, searching for new adventures. We enjoyed riding our bikes around town, which was permitted because our parents knew we were safe. There are no busy highways near our town, unlike those surrounding large cities, for our parents to have worried about us riding past. Loucks Park, located in the middle of the town, is a popular place to go during the summer months. There is a softball field, basketball and tennis courts, a water sprinkler, several jungle gyms, an enormous slide, a pavilion, and a concession stand that is open during certain events. Every summer day around noon, our neighborhood crew would ride our bikes to Loucks Park for the free school lunch. Our parents enjoyed this even more than we did because they did not have to prepare lunch, and we could stay at the park and play for hours. The park was known for being one of the safest parts of the town. Along with this sense of protection was the independence and freedom that we enjoyed as children because we were able to roam freely around the town. We were on our own for majority of our time, which prepared us for letting go of our parents as teenagers. We did not lean on our parents for everything, and we were able to make our own conscious decisions. I learned responsibility at an early age, which allowed me to move towards independence sooner. I was able to adjust quite easily into the college experience because I was not entirely dependent on my parents. Scottdale has truly aided in my growth towards becoming a fully independent woman.
Scottdale is a very family-oriented and laid back community. Yes, many people live hectic lives, but the majority of the residents never forget the importance of family. Growing up in a rural, country atmosphere, rather than a bustling city, has taught me to be patient. Although patience is such an important character trait, many Americans struggle in this area. Lack of patience can result in anger and rage, which is more evident in larger cities. Scottdale has its fair share of crimes, but the crime rate is not nearly as high as in other cities. Patience is a character trait that many strive for but are not able to achieve. I take much pride in being able to control myself in hectic settings, which I am only able to do because of what Scottdale has taught me. Along with achieving patience comes balancing a busy schedule with a family. The demand of family life with a career may be stressful, but it is something that Scottdale has proved to be entirely possible. The importance of family was invested in me at a very young age. Quality time with family can be accomplished in a variety of different ways. My family, in particular, made it a goal to eat dinner together at home as much as possible. My mother is an extraordinary baker, and she always made our favorite desserts. She put her heart and pure love into every meal, which was greatly appreciated by our entire family. This was time for my family to talk to each other about the events taking place in our individual lives. Being around my family so often has taught me the importance of caring for and loving one another. In today’s society, it is quite easy to forget about the value of family. Scottdale has provided me with skills to remain patient in a busy world, while also remembering the importance of family. For instance, although my life schedule is packed-full with school, homework, and a job, I never forget to let my family know how much I truly care about them. Every week, I pick a family member to write a letter to. This does not have to be composed as a long letter, though; it is sometimes only a few sentences. It only takes up a few minutes of my time, and the blissful reactions from my family make it worth every minute. It is easy to fall under the pressures of everyday life, but Scottdale has provided me with the knowledge to overcome these difficult endeavors.
Overall, living in Scottdale has been as much of an influence in my life as my parents have. I have inherited the beliefs and virtues that are standard among our community members. I have grown into an independent, free-spirited individual. The relationship with many of my other community members has allowed me to become a more diverse and complex human being. I am going to be able to use the skills that I learned as a child in order to make a better future for myself. I know that I will always have a special place in my heart to call home, no matter what the circumstances may be. The endearing childhood memories of growing up in a sheltering community have helped define who I am today and who I may become tomorrow.
Scottdale is a very small, close-knit community, consisting of nearly forty-five hundred residents. Because our town is so small, it is quite typical to smile and wave at familiar faces everywhere one may go. Scottdale is also a very friendly town. It provides a warm and inviting atmosphere to visitors, and it is a place that I am proud to call home. Having lived in three different homes in Scottdale, I have personally experienced the welcoming attitudes for new residents of the community. The second home in which I resided in was located directly in the middle of the town. The street was full of young children, which was quite shocking to me at first being that I came from a home surrounded by only two other children. Within days after our move-in, our new neighbors came to introduce themselves to us and asked if we wanted to play with them. One of these children grew to become my best friend, and we are still best friends to this day. This sense of welcoming and kindness was instilled in me at a very young age. Living in Scottdale has allowed me to become a much more amiable and outgoing individual. I am able to make new friends quite easily, which is something that many people struggle with. I am not afraid to show others who I truly am, even if there may be a question of acceptance. For example, I came to Washington and Jefferson College knowing only two people from my hometown. In a matter of three weeks, I have gained almost the same number of friends that I had in high school. This personality trait will also allow me to do extremely well in the career that I am currently trying to pursue: an international businesswoman/accountant. Many people believe that accountants are stuck in an office all day, but this is not always true. It will be necessary for me to make others feel as though they are wanted, which is a trait that comes naturally to me now. I plan to use my skills in order to portray the values of American businesses while attending meetings in foreign countries. My welcoming and outgoing personality will allow me to do extremely well in my future endeavors. While being a resident of Scottdale, I have learned to chase my dreams but to remain my true self in the process.
Growing up in a small community gave me a feeling of always being safe. This sense of protection allowed me to be an adventurous and independent child. My sister and I, along with our neighborhood friends, were very active children. We enjoyed being outside, searching for new adventures. We enjoyed riding our bikes around town, which was permitted because our parents knew we were safe. There are no busy highways near our town, unlike those surrounding large cities, for our parents to have worried about us riding past. Loucks Park, located in the middle of the town, is a popular place to go during the summer months. There is a softball field, basketball and tennis courts, a water sprinkler, several jungle gyms, an enormous slide, a pavilion, and a concession stand that is open during certain events. Every summer day around noon, our neighborhood crew would ride our bikes to Loucks Park for the free school lunch. Our parents enjoyed this even more than we did because they did not have to prepare lunch, and we could stay at the park and play for hours. The park was known for being one of the safest parts of the town. Along with this sense of protection was the independence and freedom that we enjoyed as children because we were able to roam freely around the town. We were on our own for majority of our time, which prepared us for letting go of our parents as teenagers. We did not lean on our parents for everything, and we were able to make our own conscious decisions. I learned responsibility at an early age, which allowed me to move towards independence sooner. I was able to adjust quite easily into the college experience because I was not entirely dependent on my parents. Scottdale has truly aided in my growth towards becoming a fully independent woman.
Scottdale is a very family-oriented and laid back community. Yes, many people live hectic lives, but the majority of the residents never forget the importance of family. Growing up in a rural, country atmosphere, rather than a bustling city, has taught me to be patient. Although patience is such an important character trait, many Americans struggle in this area. Lack of patience can result in anger and rage, which is more evident in larger cities. Scottdale has its fair share of crimes, but the crime rate is not nearly as high as in other cities. Patience is a character trait that many strive for but are not able to achieve. I take much pride in being able to control myself in hectic settings, which I am only able to do because of what Scottdale has taught me. Along with achieving patience comes balancing a busy schedule with a family. The demand of family life with a career may be stressful, but it is something that Scottdale has proved to be entirely possible. The importance of family was invested in me at a very young age. Quality time with family can be accomplished in a variety of different ways. My family, in particular, made it a goal to eat dinner together at home as much as possible. My mother is an extraordinary baker, and she always made our favorite desserts. She put her heart and pure love into every meal, which was greatly appreciated by our entire family. This was time for my family to talk to each other about the events taking place in our individual lives. Being around my family so often has taught me the importance of caring for and loving one another. In today’s society, it is quite easy to forget about the value of family. Scottdale has provided me with skills to remain patient in a busy world, while also remembering the importance of family. For instance, although my life schedule is packed-full with school, homework, and a job, I never forget to let my family know how much I truly care about them. Every week, I pick a family member to write a letter to. This does not have to be composed as a long letter, though; it is sometimes only a few sentences. It only takes up a few minutes of my time, and the blissful reactions from my family make it worth every minute. It is easy to fall under the pressures of everyday life, but Scottdale has provided me with the knowledge to overcome these difficult endeavors.
Overall, living in Scottdale has been as much of an influence in my life as my parents have. I have inherited the beliefs and virtues that are standard among our community members. I have grown into an independent, free-spirited individual. The relationship with many of my other community members has allowed me to become a more diverse and complex human being. I am going to be able to use the skills that I learned as a child in order to make a better future for myself. I know that I will always have a special place in my heart to call home, no matter what the circumstances may be. The endearing childhood memories of growing up in a sheltering community have helped define who I am today and who I may become tomorrow.
October 9, 2008
Black Ice: A Dangerous Phenomenon
Credited to dfinf2 from: Black Ice Destruction
One can never be sure that they will be safe every time he or she enters a motor vehicle. Whether it is a beautiful, sunny day or a terrible winter storm, there is always a chance for disaster to strike. There are many precautions one can take, though, in order to attempt to prevent these events from occurring. Seatbelts, speed limits, stop lights, and always being cautious of one's surroundings are just a few of these precautions. Although one may feel as though he or she is fully prepared for any problems that may arise while behind the wheel, there are some issues that are nearly invisible to the naked eye. There is one very dangerous occurrence that many people tend to forget about while venturing out onto the roadways on a cold, frosty day. This hazardous and often deadly phenomenon is formally known as black ice. The term black ice may be referred to in a number of different ways, but there is one common description among all of them: it is destructive. For the most part, black ice can be described as frozen ice, typically present on roadways. A tragic personal experience has led me to believe that black ice is a dangerous and simply uncontrollable happening.
Black ice is common worldwide, but its effect is different depending on the location. It may be used to clarify any type of ice that is formed on roadways, but this is a sweeping generalization. In comparison to other types of roadway ice, black ice is abnormally sleek ("What is Black Ice?"). Black ice may also be referred to as "glaze ice" or "clear ice" because it does not have an apparent color attached to it due to its consistence of air ("What is Black Ice?"). The term black ice was established because the black asphalt and paved roadways can be seen through the ice. Black ice tends to appear wet rather than icy, which makes it dangerously surprising to anyone traveling upon it. Typically, it is created when any form of liquid reaches a roadway that is below freezing temperature ("What is Black Ice?"). It may also occur during a dry period though, when water mixes with oil or dust. This creates a very slick roadway, even somewhat worse than when it is mixed with just water ("What is Black Ice"?). In all instances, it is extremely difficult to stop once one has reached black ice. Consequently, this is the reason why black ice is so horrific and in many cases, fatal.
A terrifying personal experience has allowed me to comprehend the tradgic effects of black ice. It was a frigid Friday morning, and I was driving my sister and myself to school. Although it was a very frosty morning, there was no snow on the ground. We had left our driveway and we were rounding the first corner when I lost control on black ice. It was a corner that dropped into a hill, which made the situation even worse. I slammed on the brakes, but there was no hope for us to stop. We were headed straight for a guard rail on the right side of the road, so I immediately turned the wheel in the opposite direction. My small red Pontiac Sunfire spun around two complete times before landing in a ditch along the left side of the road. Thankfully, there were no cars heading towards us or we could have been seriously injured. We were stuck sideways in a ditch and thought all of the commotion was finally over. Suddenly, another vehicle flew down the hill and missed my car by only a few inches. We decided it would be a lot safer if we exited the vehicle in order to call someone for help. We were standing alongside the road when a truck stopped to see if we were alright. In the midst of our conversation another car flew around the corner, was unable to stop, and smashed right into the truck. My sister and I were completely distraught at this point, but we could hear the fire department coming our way. They had a very difficult time retrieving us because the road was so slick and nearly impossible to walk on. Finally, our parents arrived at the scene and took us to school, even though we were a few minutes late. My car had to be towed to my uncle’s automobile shop in town, where it was fixed. Fortunately, there were only minor damages and a few scratches to the paint. But most importantly, my sister and I were not injured during this dilemma. This experience has taught me to be well aware of my surroundings, which was something I had never put a tremendous amount of thought into before this event. Without this event occuring in my life, I would have never been able to tell other's of the severe effects of black ice.
Black ice is common worldwide, but its effect is different depending on the location. It may be used to clarify any type of ice that is formed on roadways, but this is a sweeping generalization. In comparison to other types of roadway ice, black ice is abnormally sleek ("What is Black Ice?"). Black ice may also be referred to as "glaze ice" or "clear ice" because it does not have an apparent color attached to it due to its consistence of air ("What is Black Ice?"). The term black ice was established because the black asphalt and paved roadways can be seen through the ice. Black ice tends to appear wet rather than icy, which makes it dangerously surprising to anyone traveling upon it. Typically, it is created when any form of liquid reaches a roadway that is below freezing temperature ("What is Black Ice?"). It may also occur during a dry period though, when water mixes with oil or dust. This creates a very slick roadway, even somewhat worse than when it is mixed with just water ("What is Black Ice"?). In all instances, it is extremely difficult to stop once one has reached black ice. Consequently, this is the reason why black ice is so horrific and in many cases, fatal.
A terrifying personal experience has allowed me to comprehend the tradgic effects of black ice. It was a frigid Friday morning, and I was driving my sister and myself to school. Although it was a very frosty morning, there was no snow on the ground. We had left our driveway and we were rounding the first corner when I lost control on black ice. It was a corner that dropped into a hill, which made the situation even worse. I slammed on the brakes, but there was no hope for us to stop. We were headed straight for a guard rail on the right side of the road, so I immediately turned the wheel in the opposite direction. My small red Pontiac Sunfire spun around two complete times before landing in a ditch along the left side of the road. Thankfully, there were no cars heading towards us or we could have been seriously injured. We were stuck sideways in a ditch and thought all of the commotion was finally over. Suddenly, another vehicle flew down the hill and missed my car by only a few inches. We decided it would be a lot safer if we exited the vehicle in order to call someone for help. We were standing alongside the road when a truck stopped to see if we were alright. In the midst of our conversation another car flew around the corner, was unable to stop, and smashed right into the truck. My sister and I were completely distraught at this point, but we could hear the fire department coming our way. They had a very difficult time retrieving us because the road was so slick and nearly impossible to walk on. Finally, our parents arrived at the scene and took us to school, even though we were a few minutes late. My car had to be towed to my uncle’s automobile shop in town, where it was fixed. Fortunately, there were only minor damages and a few scratches to the paint. But most importantly, my sister and I were not injured during this dilemma. This experience has taught me to be well aware of my surroundings, which was something I had never put a tremendous amount of thought into before this event. Without this event occuring in my life, I would have never been able to tell other's of the severe effects of black ice.
In most cases, one does not realize the severity of a certain incident until it affects them personally. This is the reason there are so many accidents on our roads today, which is something that could be prevented with just a little more effort from civilians. AAA in Washington describes what drivers should do in winter driving situations in their "How to go on Ice and Snow" article ("How to go on Ice and Snow"). They state that, "To minimize the dangers associated with winter driving, both the vehicle and the driver must be prepared in advance. For the driver this means approaching winter driving with the right frame of mind...("How to go on Ice and Snow")." Although it may not seem necessary to prepare until it becomes a danger to one's life first handedly, black ice must always be accounted for during winter driving. As long as one is aware of the consequences and what to do in order to prevent them, black ice will not be able to control drivers any longer. Black ice is a natural phenomenon that many tend to forget about unless there is snow covering the roads, which allows it to be as deadly as it is. With only a little preparation and care, there is a possibility that black ice could not be classified as a killer on the roads anymore.
Works Cited:
Works Cited:
Fondren, Gia. “What is Black Ice?” Even Though it Looks like a Clear Day, the Roads Could be Slippery. 2006. 9 October 2008, <http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/19460/what_is_black_ice.html?cat=27>.
"How to go on Ice and Snow." AAA Washington and Northern Idaho, 2008. 1 December 2008, <http://www.aaawa.com/news_safety/traffic_safety/howtogo_ice.asp>.
October 3, 2008
My Father and Loucks Park are One in the Same
The small town of Scottdale, Pennsylvania has been my home for the past fifteen years. Being that I reside in such a small town, very few events take place. There is one place in Scottdale though, that it always very crowded during the summer months. This special place is called Loucks Park and it is located right in the middle of town. Loucks Park contains everything that a child would ever need to keep them occupied for an entire day. There are basketball, volleyball, and tennis courts, several jungle gyms, swings, a huge slide, a water sprinkler, and my personal favorite, a softball field. Loucks Park may be a fun place to spend time at for some people, but it holds a very special spot in my heart. I learned how to play softball at Loucks Park, but more importantly, it was my father who taught me. My father has never been extremely involved with my life, except when it comes to softball he is extremely active. Loucks Park is the one place that both my father and I can relate to. My father is very passionate about softball and he has passed down his love for the sport to me. Softball is one of the few things that my father and I have in common, which makes it very important to me. Every time Loucks Park is mentioned, I can only think about the memories that I have shared with my father there. Most children know their father as a provider and protector, but I see my father as a friend and a softball coach.
Loucks Park was one of my favorite places to go as a young child. My father would take my sister and me to Loucks Park almost every Sunday and Tuesday during the summer. After our church services on Sunday mornings, we would change in our van and walk across the street to the park. There were usually tee-ball games doing on during this time, so we would sit on the bleachers and watch them. Our father would attempt to explain to us what was going on, but we were too preoccupied with wanting to go play on the jungle gyms. On Tuesday evenings, we would go to Loucks and practice on the softball field when no one was there. He taught us how to throw and catch a ball, something that neither of us could do very well at the time. He also had bought a tee for us to practice hitting, which was quite entertaining for us. My father had not realized the true potential of my strength until one certain incident occurred. We were practicing our hitting, and I had finally begun to understand how to do it. My father went onto the field and stood in front of the pitching mound in order to stop my ground balls. They usually did not go very far, but this particular time I hit the ball so hard that it landed right on my father’s shin. He did not have a glove, therefore; he had nothing to stop the ball with, nor was he expecting it to happen. Instead of yelling in pain, my father ran over to me, gave me a high-five and said, “Great Job, Kiddo!” Although I was quite young at this time, I will never forget how proud my father was of me on that specific day. From that moment on, my only goal was to learn how to become the softball player that my father had always wanted me to be.
When I was six years old, my father signed me up for the Greater Scottdale Girls Softball League (GSGSL). This is our town’s local business sponsored league, which plays all of their games at Loucks Park. I started out in tee-ball division, where I made many new friends. Each division lasts three yea
rs; therefore, I knew the basic rules of the game by the end of this division. My father took me to every single practice and stayed to watch me the entire time. On the drive home, he would complement me on everything that I did right and let me know what I needed to improve on. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was terrific bonding time with my father. He let me know how proud he was of me every day, which made me feel like I was very special in his eyes. Every time you move up a division, you get placed into a draft and put onto a new team. My father decided to become my coach though, so I was automatically placed onto his team. I was ecstatic about this, but it also made the game a lot more serious because I wanted to win every game for him. Our coaches were our pitchers in this division, and my dad practiced pitching to me almost every night. I did very well with having him as my pitcher and could not wait to show off my skills at our first game. It was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon at Loucks Park for the first game of the season. I did not sleep very well the night before because I could not wait for this day to come. My dad was always a spectator at my previous games, but now he was right on the field with me, which made this an extremely important day. I was third up to bat with my father pitching, and the two girls before me had hit very well. My nerves were nearly jumping out of my body as I stepped up to the plate. My father looked at me, gave me a smile and said, “You can do it, Caitlin. Just relax.” I could not relax though, and I began to shake after I missed the first pitch. The second pitch had come in too fast and I missed again. My mind was racing at this point because I knew I only had one more chance. My hands were sweating profusely as he released the third pitch. When I swung the bat, it completely slipped out of my hands. I ran into the dugout and began to cry. My father came in to comfort me and this was the first time I felt how much he truly believed in me. He reassured me that everyone makes mistakes, which is something young children tend to have a hard time believing. My father made me believe that I could do anything I put my mind to. His words of encouragement that difficult day still affect my life today. Every time I want to give up, I think of his belief in me and it gives me the urge to continue. I am now able to see my father as more than a coach, but rather a very important support system in my life.
The next level, titled the intermediate division, was my most difficult time at Loucks Park. My father decided to be my coach again, which I was very excited about at first. He let me chose our shirt color and I picked periwinkle, which he was not extremely thrilled about. In this division, we got to pitch to each other instead of our coaches. My father had been practicing with me for a long time because I wanted to become a pitcher more than anything. It seemed to come naturally, and I actually was a very talented beginner. We were top in the division, with our biggest competitor one game behind us. I had been pitching extremely well throughout the season, and I was confident that I could pitch against our biggest rivalry. My dad felt that same confidence in me and he started me as pitcher for the game. It was a cool, gloomy Tuesday evening, but Loucks Park was as crowded as I had ever seen it. Our entire season was riding on this one crucial game. We were ahead the entire game, but only by a few points. I was pitching and hitting very well, and I was sure that we were going to win. It was the last inning, and the opposing team was up to bat. There were two outs and they were down by one point. They had girls on first and second base, and their best hitter was up to bat. My dad came out to the mound and assured me that he knew I could strike her out. He seemed as though he was not nervous at all, but I knew that he was. My dad hated to lose, even if we played as hard as we could. He went back into the dugout, stood along the fence, and gave me a wink. I took a moment to breathe before I stepped back onto the mound. This was the most important pitch of my softball career up to this point. I got into my stance and threw the first pitch. It was a strike, right down the middle. I only had two more to go, and the game would be over. I decided to throw the second pitch inside, and she swung and missed just like I had hoped. The crowd was going crazy at this point, but the only voice I could hear was my father’s. He was yelling along with the rest of the team, “C’mon, Caitlin!” I knew that if I could just strike this one girl out, he would be the happiest man at Loucks Park that day. Glaringly, I approached the mound and looked my opponent straight in the eye. She snarled back at me as I got into position. I threw a perfect pitch, but it was just a little too perfect. She swung the bat so hard, it sounded as though she hit a cement block. I watched as the ball flew over my head and rolled to the fence. The girl that had been on first base was rounding the third-base corner when our outfielder threw the ball in. The first girl had already scored to tie the game, so we had to get the out in order to continue to play. My body was trembling as the outfielder threw the ball to me. I stuck my glove out, but completely missed the ball, which allowed the girl to score. My father screamed at me, and I fell to my knees and began to cry. I was not upset that we lost the game though, but because I knew how disappointed my father was with me at that moment. I walked off the field, but no one said a word to me. It was completely my fault that we lost. If I had thrown a better pitch, we would have easily won the game. I didn’t think that I was ever going to be able to forgive myself. I walked off the field that day believing that it was going to be my last game. I walked over to my mother who was in the bleachers and told her that I quit. She told me that it was just a game, but she didn’t understand how much more it was to me. After two hours of anticipation, my father finally came home. He came up to my room and gave me a hug. I broke down into tears and told him that I was never going back to Loucks Park again. He began to look at me in a way that I had never seen before. At that moment, my father began to tear up as he told me how proud he was of me. I couldn’t believe that he still had faith in me after all of the mistakes I had made. He told me that he could see the dedication in
my eyes the entire game, but could feel my apprehension as we went into the last inning. He reassured me that it was only one season and that I had many more to come. My father told me that he would not trade me for the world, not even for the best softball player in the country. Although my mother tried to comfort me after the terrible incident, my father was the only one who could give me the strength to move on. He apologized for yelling at me at the game, but he felt he had to be harder on me than the rest of the teammates. He promised to never yell again, but to give words of inspiration instead. At this moment, my father and I created a bond that no one would ever be able to break. He became the one person that I could confide in, no matter how terrible my action may be. Loucks Park allowed me to gain a new confidence in my father, and I realized that he would always support me.
My last years at Loucks Park were some of the best years of my life. I went from junior to senior division, with my father as my coach. We started attending tournaments during my junior division. My father and his good friend decided to pick an all-star team from the league. They paid for us to attend tournaments throughout the rest of our years in GSGSL. We traveled to many towns, such as Washington, Plum Borough, Penn Hills, McKeesport and Crafton. We won some tournaments and we lost some, but we became extremely close as a team. They became like sisters to me and our coaches were like our fathers, even though only one was really my dad. We earned so many trophies as a team, and we dedicated all of them to our coaches. I truly enjoyed seeing the expressions on my father’s face when we won tournaments. We decided to begin a home tournament at Loucks Park, in memory of the founder of the league. I spent a lot of time with my father while organizing this tournament, which was great bonding time for us. I realized how intelligent he truly is, which I had never known before because I wasn’t around him often. We started this tournament my junior year in high school; therefore, I only got to play in the tournament twice. During my last year in GSGSL, my father decided that he did not want to be my coach. Being a coach was very stressful at times, and he wanted to be able to relax and enjoy my games. I was so used to having my father there with me on the field that I it just didn’t feel the same anymore. I felt like I lost the passion for the game when I lost my father as a coach. He did not realize that his decision was going to cause a negative effect on my game. I tried so hard to impress my father as a coach that when he wasn’t there, I felt no need to perform at my best. My final year of GSGSL was not how I dreamt it would be in any way. Although my senior year did not go as well as I hoped, the rest of my years at Loucks Park left me with unforgettable memories.
Loucks Park was the one place that brought my father and me together. We spent almost every summer day together, which meant a lot to me being that he was not very involved in any other aspect of my life. As a child, I did not realize the significance of the time I spent with him practicing softball. I also did not realize how important softball was going to become in my life. My father hadn’t always supported me in everything that I did, but when it came to softball he was with me every step of the way. Loucks Park allowed us to open up to each other and express out true feelings towards each other. Although he got upset with me on many occasions, he learned how to talk to me about issues rather than to yell at me. I believe that without the opportunities that Loucks Park has provided us with, my father and I would not be as close as we are today. We have spent a large portion of our lives at Loucks Park and it holds a very dear place in both of our hearts. Loucks Park allowed me to spend time with my father that I would not have normally had. I am thankful for every moment that I spend with my father, but our time together on the softball field will be treasured in my heart forever.
^all above photos taken by Caitlin King
Loucks Park was one of my favorite places to go as a young child. My father would take my sister and me to Loucks Park almost every Sunday and Tuesday during the summer. After our church services on Sunday mornings, we would change in our van and walk across the street to the park. There were usually tee-ball games doing on during this time, so we would sit on the bleachers and watch them. Our father would attempt to explain to us what was going on, but we were too preoccupied with wanting to go play on the jungle gyms. On Tuesday evenings, we would go to Loucks and practice on the softball field when no one was there. He taught us how to throw and catch a ball, something that neither of us could do very well at the time. He also had bought a tee for us to practice hitting, which was quite entertaining for us. My father had not realized the true potential of my strength until one certain incident occurred. We were practicing our hitting, and I had finally begun to understand how to do it. My father went onto the field and stood in front of the pitching mound in order to stop my ground balls. They usually did not go very far, but this particular time I hit the ball so hard that it landed right on my father’s shin. He did not have a glove, therefore; he had nothing to stop the ball with, nor was he expecting it to happen. Instead of yelling in pain, my father ran over to me, gave me a high-five and said, “Great Job, Kiddo!” Although I was quite young at this time, I will never forget how proud my father was of me on that specific day. From that moment on, my only goal was to learn how to become the softball player that my father had always wanted me to be.
When I was six years old, my father signed me up for the Greater Scottdale Girls Softball League (GSGSL). This is our town’s local business sponsored league, which plays all of their games at Loucks Park. I started out in tee-ball division, where I made many new friends. Each division lasts three yea
rs; therefore, I knew the basic rules of the game by the end of this division. My father took me to every single practice and stayed to watch me the entire time. On the drive home, he would complement me on everything that I did right and let me know what I needed to improve on. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was terrific bonding time with my father. He let me know how proud he was of me every day, which made me feel like I was very special in his eyes. Every time you move up a division, you get placed into a draft and put onto a new team. My father decided to become my coach though, so I was automatically placed onto his team. I was ecstatic about this, but it also made the game a lot more serious because I wanted to win every game for him. Our coaches were our pitchers in this division, and my dad practiced pitching to me almost every night. I did very well with having him as my pitcher and could not wait to show off my skills at our first game. It was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon at Loucks Park for the first game of the season. I did not sleep very well the night before because I could not wait for this day to come. My dad was always a spectator at my previous games, but now he was right on the field with me, which made this an extremely important day. I was third up to bat with my father pitching, and the two girls before me had hit very well. My nerves were nearly jumping out of my body as I stepped up to the plate. My father looked at me, gave me a smile and said, “You can do it, Caitlin. Just relax.” I could not relax though, and I began to shake after I missed the first pitch. The second pitch had come in too fast and I missed again. My mind was racing at this point because I knew I only had one more chance. My hands were sweating profusely as he released the third pitch. When I swung the bat, it completely slipped out of my hands. I ran into the dugout and began to cry. My father came in to comfort me and this was the first time I felt how much he truly believed in me. He reassured me that everyone makes mistakes, which is something young children tend to have a hard time believing. My father made me believe that I could do anything I put my mind to. His words of encouragement that difficult day still affect my life today. Every time I want to give up, I think of his belief in me and it gives me the urge to continue. I am now able to see my father as more than a coach, but rather a very important support system in my life.The next level, titled the intermediate division, was my most difficult time at Loucks Park. My father decided to be my coach again, which I was very excited about at first. He let me chose our shirt color and I picked periwinkle, which he was not extremely thrilled about. In this division, we got to pitch to each other instead of our coaches. My father had been practicing with me for a long time because I wanted to become a pitcher more than anything. It seemed to come naturally, and I actually was a very talented beginner. We were top in the division, with our biggest competitor one game behind us. I had been pitching extremely well throughout the season, and I was confident that I could pitch against our biggest rivalry. My dad felt that same confidence in me and he started me as pitcher for the game. It was a cool, gloomy Tuesday evening, but Loucks Park was as crowded as I had ever seen it. Our entire season was riding on this one crucial game. We were ahead the entire game, but only by a few points. I was pitching and hitting very well, and I was sure that we were going to win. It was the last inning, and the opposing team was up to bat. There were two outs and they were down by one point. They had girls on first and second base, and their best hitter was up to bat. My dad came out to the mound and assured me that he knew I could strike her out. He seemed as though he was not nervous at all, but I knew that he was. My dad hated to lose, even if we played as hard as we could. He went back into the dugout, stood along the fence, and gave me a wink. I took a moment to breathe before I stepped back onto the mound. This was the most important pitch of my softball career up to this point. I got into my stance and threw the first pitch. It was a strike, right down the middle. I only had two more to go, and the game would be over. I decided to throw the second pitch inside, and she swung and missed just like I had hoped. The crowd was going crazy at this point, but the only voice I could hear was my father’s. He was yelling along with the rest of the team, “C’mon, Caitlin!” I knew that if I could just strike this one girl out, he would be the happiest man at Loucks Park that day. Glaringly, I approached the mound and looked my opponent straight in the eye. She snarled back at me as I got into position. I threw a perfect pitch, but it was just a little too perfect. She swung the bat so hard, it sounded as though she hit a cement block. I watched as the ball flew over my head and rolled to the fence. The girl that had been on first base was rounding the third-base corner when our outfielder threw the ball in. The first girl had already scored to tie the game, so we had to get the out in order to continue to play. My body was trembling as the outfielder threw the ball to me. I stuck my glove out, but completely missed the ball, which allowed the girl to score. My father screamed at me, and I fell to my knees and began to cry. I was not upset that we lost the game though, but because I knew how disappointed my father was with me at that moment. I walked off the field, but no one said a word to me. It was completely my fault that we lost. If I had thrown a better pitch, we would have easily won the game. I didn’t think that I was ever going to be able to forgive myself. I walked off the field that day believing that it was going to be my last game. I walked over to my mother who was in the bleachers and told her that I quit. She told me that it was just a game, but she didn’t understand how much more it was to me. After two hours of anticipation, my father finally came home. He came up to my room and gave me a hug. I broke down into tears and told him that I was never going back to Loucks Park again. He began to look at me in a way that I had never seen before. At that moment, my father began to tear up as he told me how proud he was of me. I couldn’t believe that he still had faith in me after all of the mistakes I had made. He told me that he could see the dedication in
my eyes the entire game, but could feel my apprehension as we went into the last inning. He reassured me that it was only one season and that I had many more to come. My father told me that he would not trade me for the world, not even for the best softball player in the country. Although my mother tried to comfort me after the terrible incident, my father was the only one who could give me the strength to move on. He apologized for yelling at me at the game, but he felt he had to be harder on me than the rest of the teammates. He promised to never yell again, but to give words of inspiration instead. At this moment, my father and I created a bond that no one would ever be able to break. He became the one person that I could confide in, no matter how terrible my action may be. Loucks Park allowed me to gain a new confidence in my father, and I realized that he would always support me.My last years at Loucks Park were some of the best years of my life. I went from junior to senior division, with my father as my coach. We started attending tournaments during my junior division. My father and his good friend decided to pick an all-star team from the league. They paid for us to attend tournaments throughout the rest of our years in GSGSL. We traveled to many towns, such as Washington, Plum Borough, Penn Hills, McKeesport and Crafton. We won some tournaments and we lost some, but we became extremely close as a team. They became like sisters to me and our coaches were like our fathers, even though only one was really my dad. We earned so many trophies as a team, and we dedicated all of them to our coaches. I truly enjoyed seeing the expressions on my father’s face when we won tournaments. We decided to begin a home tournament at Loucks Park, in memory of the founder of the league. I spent a lot of time with my father while organizing this tournament, which was great bonding time for us. I realized how intelligent he truly is, which I had never known before because I wasn’t around him often. We started this tournament my junior year in high school; therefore, I only got to play in the tournament twice. During my last year in GSGSL, my father decided that he did not want to be my coach. Being a coach was very stressful at times, and he wanted to be able to relax and enjoy my games. I was so used to having my father there with me on the field that I it just didn’t feel the same anymore. I felt like I lost the passion for the game when I lost my father as a coach. He did not realize that his decision was going to cause a negative effect on my game. I tried so hard to impress my father as a coach that when he wasn’t there, I felt no need to perform at my best. My final year of GSGSL was not how I dreamt it would be in any way. Although my senior year did not go as well as I hoped, the rest of my years at Loucks Park left me with unforgettable memories.
Loucks Park was the one place that brought my father and me together. We spent almost every summer day together, which meant a lot to me being that he was not very involved in any other aspect of my life. As a child, I did not realize the significance of the time I spent with him practicing softball. I also did not realize how important softball was going to become in my life. My father hadn’t always supported me in everything that I did, but when it came to softball he was with me every step of the way. Loucks Park allowed us to open up to each other and express out true feelings towards each other. Although he got upset with me on many occasions, he learned how to talk to me about issues rather than to yell at me. I believe that without the opportunities that Loucks Park has provided us with, my father and I would not be as close as we are today. We have spent a large portion of our lives at Loucks Park and it holds a very dear place in both of our hearts. Loucks Park allowed me to spend time with my father that I would not have normally had. I am thankful for every moment that I spend with my father, but our time together on the softball field will be treasured in my heart forever.
^all above photos taken by Caitlin King
September 22, 2008
Our Journey to Raleigh
My sister, Tina, and I decided it was time to take a journey to our father’s hometown in North Carolina. Raleigh, the city our hearts were searching for, seemed to be surreal, as though it was a picture out of a magazine. Flustered crowds of people wandered the sidewalks and I began to wonder if they ever stopped to take a breath of fresh air. The skyline faded away in some parts of the town due to the rows of skyscrapers that occupy the city. Splashes from the countless number of swimming pools somewhat overpowered the sound of the highway traffic, while they also left the stench of chlorine to fill the air. Much of the nature in the town has been destroyed as a result of the never-ending road construction. It is a city of many people, of all different races and ethnicities. But above all the physical aspects of the city lies a much deeper meaning. Our father’s past, which has been a mystery to us for the majority of our childhood, had finally begun to make sense. The need to be powerful had been bestowed in him at a very young age. Our father had been our protector in the only way he knew how, though we could never understand why: until now. Raleigh, North Carolina, is not only a gorgeous city, but it is a city that holds a very sentimental meaning in both of our lives because it allowed us to realize why our father lives his life in order to protect his children.
Tina and I set out on our journey in the summer of 2007, a voyage which lasted eight days. Although this city may not have provided us with answers to all of our questions, we believed it was a crucial part to a better understanding of our father. Our father is a man of great prestige, but he is well-known for his quiet tongue. He does not talk much about his past, but we do know that is hasn't always been pleasant. His father passed away when he was eight years old, which left the entire family heartbroken. My father had been closest with his father; therefore, when he heard the news of his father’s death, it was as though a piece of his heart had been ripped out. But it was his stepfather, the man I called grandfather, who brought the light back into their lives. He taught them how to love again, something that my father greatly struggled with. He completely opened his heart for anything that they needed, which in turn allowed them to appreciate the new love he had developed for them. Until then, we had never understood why our father had such a difficult time inviting new people into our lives. He was afraid for us because he did not want us to ever have to feel the pain that he endured as a child. We may never know much about our father’s real father, but we now know that his tragic past has caused him to be the protective father that we have grown to love.
Our first step of the journey began with visiting our father’s relatives for the very first time. We met with our aunt, who is our father’s sister, and her daughter, who is our cousin. Our aunt Holly lives in the home in which our father last resided in before moving to Pennsylvania. It was a two-story located in downtown Raleigh, a very suburban area. It was a fairly large home, with ivory siding and navy blue shutters. She gave us a tour, but she said that the interior of the home was nothing like our father would remember. We went to the backyard to find an enormous stump, which had once been our father’s favorite tree to climb. Our father has always been the adventurous type, but we now see where many of his childhood scars are from. From there, we went to a small part of the city to find our cousin, Megan’s, home. She has three daughters, which reminded my sister and me of how we were as children. We found it quite interesting to see how they lived; being that it could have been us if our father had never left the city. They were extremely religious, which is something our father had instilled in us at a very young age. My sister and I had grown up in our mother’s church, which was something that our father had never agreed with. Our aunt described their childhood home as a loving but very strict environment. They went to church every Sunday, unless there were extenuating circumstances. We are now able to understand why our father gets so upset with us when we do not attend church regularly. His mother had brought him up this way, so he feels it is his job as a father to teach us what he knows and believes is right. Hearing about our families religious lives aided in our understanding of why our father believes in the things he does.
Next on our journey we took a tour of the city and saw many important places from our father’s childhood. We returned to the home that he grew up in, which our aunt says is exactly the same as it was when they lived there. We also visited the site our father went to preschool, which was in the basement of an old church. We were unable to get inside though, being that the school was closed during summer. We then ventured a few miles down the road to a park where our father used to play baseball. One fact that my sister and I both know very well is that our father admires baseball. Not only playing the sport, but also watching it. He started out playing when he was very young, which explains why he is a remarkable player. Our father is a very diligent businessman, not leaving him much free time. He does manage his time well though, in order to be our softball coach every summer. He enrolled us in our town’s summer league when we were very young, hoping to pass on his love for the sport to us. We discovered that it was his father who taught him how to play baseball, almost soon after he had learned to walk. We believe that our father acquired his magnificent coaching skills from his father.
Our journey was coming to an end, with only one place left for us to visit: our grandfather’s grave. We arrived at the cemetery, which was located behind the church which our father had attended as a child. The grave read, “Donald Bucky King,” a name that holds a special place our hearts, even though we never had the chance to meet him. There was a cold breeze in the air, almost as though his spirit was with us. Our father is not able to approach his father’s grave because the sadness he feels is simply unbearable, which is another reason as to why my sister and I had to visit for ourselves. Although we had never met our grandfather, the importance of him in our father’s life made it difficult for us to overcome the sorrow that we felt at his grave. My sister and I had suffered through the tragic death of our grandfather at a very young age; therefore, we may now relate it to our father’s pain and heartache. The journey to our father’s past not only allowed us to gain a better understanding of his life as a child, but it also brought us much closer to him on a personal level.
Although the journey of a true understanding of our father may never be complete, this voyage set us off in the right path. We can now build a personal relationship with our father that we never thought was possible. We learned that in our father’s life, actions do speak louder than words, and that he taught us by example, rather than by mouth. We can now understand why we never felt very close to our father. We learned that in order to communicate with him, we must choose our words wisely because he was never able to talk back to his parents. We have learned that when our father yells and gets angry with us, it is not because he wants to be mean. But it is because he loves us more than we could ever imagine and wants to keep us safe at all costs. Most importantly, we have learned that we can relate to our father. We are now able to confide in him with all of our problems and always count on him to give us his most honest opinions. We now know that he would never judge us, no matter how ridiculous our actions may be. Overall, we realized that he is much more than just a father figure in our lives; he is one of our best friends.
Taking a journey to our father’s hometown provided us with answers to many of our questions. We may never fully understand why he believes in certain things, but it is something that we will both strive for throughout the rest of our lives. Not only did we gain a better knowledge of the man we love most, but we also strengthened our sisterhood bond. We experienced this life-altering journey together, which we both believe could never have been done individually. We are now aware of why we were raised to be faithful Christian girls,
which we believe has shaped us into the characters we are today. We are special individuals because of our father’s influence in our lives.
(above photo taken by Caitlin King^)
Tina and I set out on our journey in the summer of 2007, a voyage which lasted eight days. Although this city may not have provided us with answers to all of our questions, we believed it was a crucial part to a better understanding of our father. Our father is a man of great prestige, but he is well-known for his quiet tongue. He does not talk much about his past, but we do know that is hasn't always been pleasant. His father passed away when he was eight years old, which left the entire family heartbroken. My father had been closest with his father; therefore, when he heard the news of his father’s death, it was as though a piece of his heart had been ripped out. But it was his stepfather, the man I called grandfather, who brought the light back into their lives. He taught them how to love again, something that my father greatly struggled with. He completely opened his heart for anything that they needed, which in turn allowed them to appreciate the new love he had developed for them. Until then, we had never understood why our father had such a difficult time inviting new people into our lives. He was afraid for us because he did not want us to ever have to feel the pain that he endured as a child. We may never know much about our father’s real father, but we now know that his tragic past has caused him to be the protective father that we have grown to love.
Our first step of the journey began with visiting our father’s relatives for the very first time. We met with our aunt, who is our father’s sister, and her daughter, who is our cousin. Our aunt Holly lives in the home in which our father last resided in before moving to Pennsylvania. It was a two-story located in downtown Raleigh, a very suburban area. It was a fairly large home, with ivory siding and navy blue shutters. She gave us a tour, but she said that the interior of the home was nothing like our father would remember. We went to the backyard to find an enormous stump, which had once been our father’s favorite tree to climb. Our father has always been the adventurous type, but we now see where many of his childhood scars are from. From there, we went to a small part of the city to find our cousin, Megan’s, home. She has three daughters, which reminded my sister and me of how we were as children. We found it quite interesting to see how they lived; being that it could have been us if our father had never left the city. They were extremely religious, which is something our father had instilled in us at a very young age. My sister and I had grown up in our mother’s church, which was something that our father had never agreed with. Our aunt described their childhood home as a loving but very strict environment. They went to church every Sunday, unless there were extenuating circumstances. We are now able to understand why our father gets so upset with us when we do not attend church regularly. His mother had brought him up this way, so he feels it is his job as a father to teach us what he knows and believes is right. Hearing about our families religious lives aided in our understanding of why our father believes in the things he does.
Next on our journey we took a tour of the city and saw many important places from our father’s childhood. We returned to the home that he grew up in, which our aunt says is exactly the same as it was when they lived there. We also visited the site our father went to preschool, which was in the basement of an old church. We were unable to get inside though, being that the school was closed during summer. We then ventured a few miles down the road to a park where our father used to play baseball. One fact that my sister and I both know very well is that our father admires baseball. Not only playing the sport, but also watching it. He started out playing when he was very young, which explains why he is a remarkable player. Our father is a very diligent businessman, not leaving him much free time. He does manage his time well though, in order to be our softball coach every summer. He enrolled us in our town’s summer league when we were very young, hoping to pass on his love for the sport to us. We discovered that it was his father who taught him how to play baseball, almost soon after he had learned to walk. We believe that our father acquired his magnificent coaching skills from his father.
Our journey was coming to an end, with only one place left for us to visit: our grandfather’s grave. We arrived at the cemetery, which was located behind the church which our father had attended as a child. The grave read, “Donald Bucky King,” a name that holds a special place our hearts, even though we never had the chance to meet him. There was a cold breeze in the air, almost as though his spirit was with us. Our father is not able to approach his father’s grave because the sadness he feels is simply unbearable, which is another reason as to why my sister and I had to visit for ourselves. Although we had never met our grandfather, the importance of him in our father’s life made it difficult for us to overcome the sorrow that we felt at his grave. My sister and I had suffered through the tragic death of our grandfather at a very young age; therefore, we may now relate it to our father’s pain and heartache. The journey to our father’s past not only allowed us to gain a better understanding of his life as a child, but it also brought us much closer to him on a personal level.
Although the journey of a true understanding of our father may never be complete, this voyage set us off in the right path. We can now build a personal relationship with our father that we never thought was possible. We learned that in our father’s life, actions do speak louder than words, and that he taught us by example, rather than by mouth. We can now understand why we never felt very close to our father. We learned that in order to communicate with him, we must choose our words wisely because he was never able to talk back to his parents. We have learned that when our father yells and gets angry with us, it is not because he wants to be mean. But it is because he loves us more than we could ever imagine and wants to keep us safe at all costs. Most importantly, we have learned that we can relate to our father. We are now able to confide in him with all of our problems and always count on him to give us his most honest opinions. We now know that he would never judge us, no matter how ridiculous our actions may be. Overall, we realized that he is much more than just a father figure in our lives; he is one of our best friends.
Taking a journey to our father’s hometown provided us with answers to many of our questions. We may never fully understand why he believes in certain things, but it is something that we will both strive for throughout the rest of our lives. Not only did we gain a better knowledge of the man we love most, but we also strengthened our sisterhood bond. We experienced this life-altering journey together, which we both believe could never have been done individually. We are now aware of why we were raised to be faithful Christian girls,
which we believe has shaped us into the characters we are today. We are special individuals because of our father’s influence in our lives.
(above photo taken by Caitlin King^)
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