The Right To Kill What Hasn't Yet Lived

I can hear it. Can you? I hear the whimpering. I can sense the anger. If I listen closely the wind, I can hear the whimpers of the murdered unborn. Do you remember the sprinkling of rain that fell this morning? Perhaps those very raindrops are tears from God falling for his creation that was slaughtered at the hands of its own kind. Why do you think you have the right to make such a decision? I won’t kill you because of my situation, and the way I feel, but as a nation we must stop this unconstitutional murdering of the unborn. As Americans, do we not all have the right to “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?” (Jefferson, 156). Abortion is an unconstitutional act and should not be legal in the United States of America.

When you have an abortion, you may think that you are making only one choice, to get rid of something that will cause you much pain and distraught, but the truth of the matter is that when you decided to have your fetus killed inside your sacred temple that is given to you by God, you are making many choices. You are making the choice to take away the laughter of a child who is playing with bubbles for the first time. You are taking away the quiet moments where you and your child would sit and watch the stars at night. You are stealing precious memories of experiencing childhood, teenage years, adulthood, and retirement. You are causing someone to go without the spouse they were destined for, and you are erasing the magical story of a wonderful person whom God had created. As Claire Culwell, an abortion survivor, says, “Abortion doesn’t just affect one person, it’s a domino effect.”   Not only are you taking away those memories, your choice is also taking away the choices of that unborn child.

Without even knowing it, you may also be making the choice to cause pain. Let’s look at the story of Claire Culwell. Her thirteen year old mother decided to have an abortion. It was successful, however she was still pregnant. She was actually carrying twins. Because the amniotic fluid (a substance that keeps the baby together and provides it with nutrients) was pierced, Claire was born weighing three pounds, having club feet and dislocated hips. She had to work past these struggles for years, trying to overcome the damage that was done to her. No, the cruelty you put on your child may not be intentional, but the choice you made is very much felt by the fetus. (Yes, at just 6 weeks, the baby has the God given ability to feel.) There are many forms of abortion. (Many of which are extremely painful to the child.) Some of these forms of murder include Intercardiac Injection which causes the baby to have a heart attack, something usually only experienced by a much older generation. Another form is the Saline Solution Method which injects a salted solution into the sac which causes the baby to die from dehydration, internal hemorrhaging, salt poisoning, and convulsions. It all sounds pretty cruel, but I guess it is easier to endure than you having to give birth, right? America has stood for the happiness of all people. ALL PEOPLE. This bringing forth of pain is not something that America was made to tolerate.

The decision to have an abortion not only causes pain to the unborn fetus, but can also have consequences on the person who made the decision to slay their own child. This horrendous procedure could cause your body to become infected because of retained placenta (which is an organ that takes care of the babies needs such as getting rid of waste and receiving nutrients and blood.) This infection can make you so sick that you need to be hospitalized. Abortion can also cause so much damage to your body that you end up needing a hysterectomy which would bring forth the situation of you never being able to conceive again. This choice also causes extreme emotional pain as well. In fact, some states require the mother wanting an abortion to see an ultrasound of her unborn child before letting a doctor kill it. Unless you are not able to feel any emotion, this is obviously going to cause you to feel remorse for the child you decided was not worth your time to take care of or even give up for adoption.

There can also be an emotional toll taken out on you when you learn, because of the abortion, that you cannot conceive again. This could cause your partner to no longer want to be with you, and for you to lose the respect of your friends and family. Yes. You are choosing to cause much pain by choosing death over life. If you look at this statement metaphorically from Henry David Thoreau, you can learn one of the best lessons in dealing with abortion. “That government is best which governs not at all.” (Thoreau, 412). Don’t make the decision to kill what hasn’t yet lived. It’s not your place.

Now, you must realize that having an abortion is taking away the rights of this child. Why not give them back? If we peacefully fight this law, you and your child will be making a better America, a better place for your child to live. That’s what we are protesting for is it not? Take a stand for life. Even if people don’t agree with you because you may be sixteen years old or the child was conceived of an evil act of rape, make the decision to let your baby live a life that is pleasing to God and that inspires others. As Ralph Waldo Emerson says, “is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood….” (Emerson, 392).

 

 

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Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate it! I can't wait to read your comments! Look below for my bibliography!

 

Works Cited

"The Fetal Life-Support System: Placenta, Umbilical Cord, & Amniotic Sac." Http://www.americanpregnancy.org/. American Pregnancy Association, July 2007. Web. 25 Nov. 2012. <http://www.americanpregnancy.org/duringpregnancy/fetallifesupportsystem.html>.

Linder, Douglas O. "Right to an Abortion?" Exploring Constitutional Conflicts. Douglas O. Linder, n.d. Web. 25 Nov. 2012. <http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/conlaw/abortion.htm>.

McMillan, Beverly. "Abortion Facts." Http://www.friendsoftheunborn.org/index.html. Friends of the Unborn, n.d. Web. 25 Nov. 2012. <http://www.friendsoftheunborn.org/html/abortion_facts.html>.

Prentice Hall Literature. Upper Saddle River, New Jersey: Pearson Education, 2002. Print.

A Twin Lives Through an Abortion. Perf. Claire Culwell. Cbn.com. Christian Broadcasting Network, n.d. Web. 25 Nov. 2012. <http://www.cbn.com/media/player/index.aspx?s=/vod/TS17v3_WS>.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Feelings on "Self Reliance" by Ralph Waldo Emerson

“To be great is to be misunderstood.” (Emerson, 392). How true is this statement, yet how confusing can it be? Many people think that you must conform to society to be thought of as great. That is wrong! “No kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.” (Emerson, 391). When you do what God has given you to do, you will truly burst forth with many reapings of good fortune. It’s when you follow the crowd that your true gifts are not used to their full potential. “A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace.” (Emerson, 391).

                It can be very hard sometimes to not want to be part of the crowd or “popular” kids, but we must remember this. “Envy is ignorance.” (Emerson, 391). Growing up I always hung out with the same group of friends, but when we got into Middle School, my life started to change. It wasn’t that they were mean to me. I just didn’t fit in with them like I did in Elementary school. They were going their ways, and I was starting to go mine. I fought this change with all my might. I would even sit in the gym sometimes, and think of things to say that would make them like me more. Now I know that was foolish. I was becoming my own person, and it was stupid of me to try to be someone I wasn’t. My ideas were changing. My body was changing. My dreams were changing. With all these changes, I had to accept the fact that things weren’t going to stay the same. God had a plan for my life that I couldn’t see at the age of 11. I recently realized something. What was I benefiting from fighting this wonderful blessing when I could be embracing it? I should be enjoying it. I fit in with my best group of friends I have now. I have found my friendship home. I feel safe with them. I don’t have to try to please them. When I’m with them, I’m at my happiest! I’m myself. I’m so blessed, and I’m glad I finally get  see it! So I’ll repeat Emerson with this quote. “Is it so bad to be misunderstood?” (Emerson, 392). Even though not everyone is going to like you, what you do, and what you stand for, it doesn’t mean you have to worry about it. Being who you really are will bring you much more happiness than you can ever imagine. We are made with God’s gentle touch and deep thoughtfulness. Everything about us is perfect in his eyes, so be yourself! What’s the worst that could happen?

What's Happening In My Life: Beginning of School

    Hello webberconnected boys and girls! I wanted to talk to you all about a very important thing that we all go through in our lives… school. Yes, I know. Let the groans begin, but like it or not, it’s a requirement in America, so we all must do our time in the brick building of books and pencil shavings.

    I recently started my sophomore year in high school. I’m not going to lie to you, it’s been way more challenging than I expected. (I should probably be studying right now.) Last year, I was a freshman. In our high school, all the 9^th graders have to be in the 9^th Grade Academy. It was really easy, and I took my classes very lightly. When I came into the actual high school, I assumed it would be just as easy. I was wrong. Sophomore year is so much more challenging. I have so much homework that I don’t know what to do! (I’m so glad it’s Labor Day weekend. I get one extra day to get stuff done and prepare myself for the week ahead.) I am having a hard time adjusting, and I have to work on getting accustomed to my new situation every day.

    On a positive note, I am learning a lot. Just because I am having to adjust doesn’t mean it’s a negative experience. Now to have the chance to tell you all to prepare, prepare, prepare! Create great study habits in middle school and in a 9^th grade academy if you have one. This is imperative for your success in high school. It’s not going to be easy, and you’re going to have to work hard, but it will be worth it in the end. High school can be a really fun part of your life. Do your best in your classes, so you can enjoy all the experiences that will be coming your way! Best of luck! J

RAINBOW NAILS

                                                                              

Hi everyone! I thought I would give you all a super easy tutorial on how to make your nails into a rainbow!!

Here is what you need (and what I used in mine):

1. A Base Coat (O.P.I. Natural Nail Base Coat)

2. White Nail Polish (Avon Nailwear Pro in French Tip White)

3. Pink Nail Polish (Essie's Status Symbol)

4. Red Nail Polish (Avon Nailwear Pro in Tangtastic)

5. Orange Nail Polish (Avon Nailwear Pro in Orange Creamsicle)

6. Yellow Nail Polish (Neon Yellow Piggy Polish)

7. Green Nail Polish (Avon Nailwear Pro in Sweet Mint)

8. Teal Nail Polish (O.P.I. Nail Lacquer in Mermaid's Tears)

9. Blue Nail Polish (Avon Nailwear Pro in Blue Escape)

10. Purple Nail Polish (Nicole by O.P.I. in Play Fair)

11. Black/Silver Nail Polish (China Glaze's Jitterbug)

12. A Top Coat (O.P.I. Top Coat)

Here is what you need to do:

1.Paint all your nails with your base coat and let it dry.

2.Starting with your left pinky, paint it the white color.

3.Paint the rest of your finger nails (left to right) in the order of nailpolish colors above. (The last color on your right pinky should be the black/silver color.)

4.After you have painted all your nails their individual color, exam each nail to see if you need to paint more coats. Act accordingly.

5.Once all of your nails are painted to your liking, wait for them to dry.

6.Once they are dry, paint over each nail with the top coat and let dry.

7.Enjoy your rainbow manicure!! : )

                                                                                                       

Miley Cyrus - A New Beginning

Ever since Miley Cyrus' first episode of the popular Disney Television show, Hannah Montana, premiered, I have been a huge fan. When the sitcom came to its final run as, Hannah Montana Forever, I started to dwindle off the Miley train. Every part of it seemed too thought out and overdone. It wasn't the show I grew up with, and it didn't seem like it was the same Miley either. She started dressing really edgy and making bad choices.
 A year or so has passed, and now I believe Miley is starting to become one of my favorite stars once again. She has been making new fashion and hair choices that everyone seems to be liking, myself included.

Recently, Miley has been seen with her hot Australian beau, Liam Hensworth, at the premiere of, The Hunger Games. Miley wore a black lace crop top with a long beautiful black lace maxi skirt.

If you have been seeing Miley on TV as long as I can you know a staple of her style has always been her long, brunette hair.  Now, her hair is shoulder length and colored in an ombre style. I have to say, it looks stunning on her.

The honey gold color accentuates her beautiful skintone and the length frames her face. I think this look is amazing for Miley!

Another great look look recently seen on Miley was a coral Jenny Packham dress. This look was shown on Fashion Police, and Miley was praised for her outfit choice. The color makes her tan look amazing and really shows off her toned arms. 

From seeing Miley start her television career at the age of 13 to seeing her now at the age of 19, I can say she has grown up,  and I feel like I have grown up with her. : )



Paper, Hole Punchers, and a Penguin With a Dream

There once was a weak penguin named Calli. She couldn't hole punch papers. In Narnia, where she lived, they were having a hole punching competition. Calli was competing against Courtney, the clumsy penguin, and Elliott, the annoying penguin. Courtney went up to punch her holes first. When she got to the desk, she tripped on a speck of dust, hit her head on the ice, and had to be taken to the Icepital. Elliott, being his annoying self, was making jokes about Courtney's fall to lozerville. When he made it to the hold puncher, he kept trying to make stupid jokes that not even the village idiot would laugh at. He was squakking about something to do with global warming when, BAM, he got hit in the head with a hole puncher that somebody threw from the crowd. He had to be ice-lifted from the scene. Finally, it was Calli's turn to try to punch a hole. She waddled up to the metal puncher. She looked out over the crowd seeing every penguin from their heads to their flippers (well, actually from their heads to their bellies because all the penguins were so fat, that you couldn't see their feet.) She turned back to her piece of paper and put her wing on the hole puncher. The announcer came on over the speaker. "In 3," her stomach was queasy, "2," her head was spinning, "1!" She pushed down with all her might. The hole puncher didn't move a centimeter. She was straining and groaning and moaning. She thought she was going to die of exhaustion when, PLOP, a tiny pebble fell on her hand. She looked up and saw the little penguin named Lauren give her a wing up. She looked back down and, Viola!, the paper was punched! She jumped up in victory! She fell into the crowd and began to crowd surf. She was having the time of her life, until a pengin dropped her eye first on the ground. She had to get an eye patch and go to the Icepital, but it was okay because she was with her friends.

The End

What Happened to Me @ Skealy High School

BANG BANG BANG! My eyes opened wide, my mouth stayed silent, and my books fell to the floor.

                “Now, if you would care to stay awake for the rest of the lesson, Ms. Elizabeth Caldwell, you might pass the quiz you have to take.” it's always me who gets caught for this kind of stuff! That's what I get for having a perfect brother!

                “Yes Mrs. Haggens.” I muttered. I leaned over and picked up my already broken algebra book off the floor. I swear, if I have to spend one more minute in this class, I am going to go insane. BRING BRING. Everyone rushed out of the classroom. As I made my way into the hall, I looked around for my best and only friend, Miranda. Now don’t go thinking I’m some loser wannabe now. I am friends with mostly everyone at our school, but Miranda Plankins is the only person in the world I can tell everything to, well, her and my pet rat Wimsy. I couldn’t find her, so I just figured she chose to stay at home again because she didn’t feel like taking the pop quiz we had in English.

I was rounding the corner when, BAM! I ran into the hottest guy at Skealy High School. Carter Michaelson. Dang, he is bringing sexy back! Not one part of him wasn't amazing: his perfect chocolate brown hair, green as grass eyes, and skin the color of caramel. Every girl at this school wanted him. Myself included.

                “Sorry," he said. "I didn’t see you there.” Gah, even his voice sounded sweet.

                “It’s okay,” I said, “but I’ll get you back!” He gave me that perfect white smile that came with his unforgettable laught and walked away. I was mesmerized. I was totally submerged in Carter shock until I heard a gut wrenching scream coming from the girls bathroom. I turned and saw Miranda running and shrieking like a prissy girl who just got pushed in mud. I made my way over to her and grabbed her by her bony shoulders.

                “What is going on?”

                “Well, I went to put on my makeup, and when I opened my Urban Decay pallet, all the colors were broke! What the hell am I going to do now? That thing was fifty bucks! You know how long it took to come up with that money. Like three…….”

                “First of all, shut up, don’t cuss, and calm down,” I said. It is so like her to make a major freak out over something stupid. “Secondly, why are you putting on your makeup at school? Didn’t you fix your face at home?”

                “Well of course I did,” she replied, “but it was raining and it came off, so I had to do it again. Gah, I really got to get you some makeup. You need concealer, foundation,  eye shadow, mas……”

                “Shut up girl! Now go back in there and fix your running mascara before the bell rings.” Then  I watched my chaotically awesome best friend run back to the place of smelly toilets and dirty sinks.

Coma: A Super Short Story

Coma

My head is swirling around. The ground is shifting back and forth, and the light of my eyes is switched off. Consciousness comes in cycles. People are yelling. I feel blood puddling up in my nose. I try to call out so someone, anyone who might hear me. My vocal chords are asleep. I lie there on that cold dark concrete wondering what in the world just happened to me.

                I am conscious again. I still can’t see, but my ears seem to be working double time. I can hear everything: shoes clicking on the floor, people crying, and monitors beeping. I try to speak, but no sound comes out.

                “Will she wake up?” It’s my mother’s voice.  I wonder who she is talking about. Then an unfamiliar voice sounds in the room.

                “It’s hard to tell, but honestly, it doesn’t look likely.” Whoever they are talking about must have gotten hurt pretty badly. My mother’s sobbing takes over the room.

                “My poor Louisa!” Oh dear God! They are talking about me! I try to move, to make some sort of motion. I lay still where I am. I can’t speak! My eyes won’t work! Help me! I am awake! Oh, dear God! What happened! Someone is coming near me. I can hear it. They stand over my head. I feel breath on my face. I try to move again. Nothing happens.

                “She is in a deep coma. Some come out of them, some don’t.  Her brain is just trying to protect itself. When it feels safe, she’ll wake up.” The air stops coming, and the shoes go away. Why is this happening to me? I have to wake up. I am awake though aren’t I? It’s not my fault the rest of me doesn’t want to work. Come on brain! I am fine. Let me move! Let me communicate! Let me live!

The Prom: Chapter Two

The day trudged on just like the morning, miserable. When she got home from school, she tossed her backpack into the corner next to her muddy rain boots and headed to the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of coke and sat down. Lililana enjoyed the silence of the house on these rainy afternoons. The pitter patter of the drops as they bounced off the window made her feel at peace. Once she finished her drink, she walked to the back of the house and went into her room. She flopped onto her bed and closed her eyes. She let her mind wander into outer space as she had many times before. There had been numerous occasions when she missed an important point a teacher said or had been yelled at because of her constant day dreaming. Lililana didn’t care that almost all of the kids at school though she was strange. She had one person’s full adoration, Grener. Just his presence made her turn into caramel syrup. His blue eyes twinkled as if they were diamonds and his voice floated from his mouth like a song from a bird. He was perfect and he was hers. That was all that mattered.

Lililana got up from her bed and went to her closet. She pulled out the periwinkle music box her mother gave her when she turned six. Being 18 now, the box seemed childish, but it was Lililana’s most treasured possession. She flipped the lock open, and the sweetest lullaby began to play. The song triggered a memory of her mother spinning around in circles as Lililana gazed at her beauty. She had green eyes and jet black hair, and she was lean and tall. Lililana longed to resemble her mother, but sadly, she looked like her father, Sam. She is a blond with mud eyes. She has her mothers height, but  is chubby. She often thought of herself as a hideous snake with a with a full rat belly. When she finally came to, she remembered what she was looking for. Inside the tiny box were three hundred dollar bills. It was the most money Lililana had ever had. She had been saving diligently since school had started that August. More than anything, Lililana wanted a new dress to wear to Prom that year. Grener had asked her to go, and she wanted nothing but to impress him. She was planning on going to Macy’s this weekend to buy a dress, but she had one problem, no car. Her sister got a pink BMW from her boyfriend for her sweet sixteen and then broke up with him the next day. Even though Lililana knew Selenia was deceitful, she envied her. All the kids at school liked her, and she was a photocopy of her mother, perfect in the eyes of everyone. Lililana had been planning to sweet talk her into driving her to the mall. After all, Selenia was an obsessive compulsive shopper. Lililana closed the music box and put it back into its undetectable place. She went over to her dresser and put the money in her Vera Bradley wallet. Seconds later the front door slammed. Selenia stomped into Lililana’s room and hurled her bag onto the floor. Lililana stood in silence because she knew when her sister was in a rage it is best to stay silent and listen to her vent.

            “You will not believe what happened to me at drama club today. Luke Erickson is going to be Paris in Romeo and Juliet, and I have to marry him!” shouted Selenia. Lililana wasn’t sure whether or not to correct her, but she spoke up anyway.

            “Um, Selenia, Juliet doesn’t end up marrying Paris.”

            “Well of course I do! My Daddy Capulet is making me and I am not going to be a beggar!” Lililana just nodded her head in acceptance that no matter how many times she would say it, her sister would not understand that she doesn’t get to make up the play. Selenia went over to her sister’s dresser and began to glare at herself in the mirror. She never really admitted it, but Lililana thought she did this, so she could pretend that Monica was looking at her. The two sisters used to be very close, but after their mother died, they became Greenland and Iceland. Lililana coped by dreaming and thinking while Selenia dealed with her problems by throwing tantrums and dating every boy in the senior class (aside from Grener.) Selenia turned her attention back to Lililana and said,

            “You feel like shopping sis?” Lililana was astonished! Selenia rarely asked her to do anything with her anymore. This was just the opportunity she was waiting for.

            “Um, sure. That would be cool.” She responded.

            “Excellent,” Selenia squealed, “meet me in my car in 5.” Lililana nodded in bafflement as her sister crossed the hall into her room. Lililana snatched up her wallet and sprinted to her sister’s hot pink BMW. The dress awaits!

The Prom: Chapter One

According to Lililana, all alarm clocks should be put in a large room, and bulldozed. How she missed her mother coming in her room, just two years ago, whispering with her sweet, sweet voice, “Breakfast is ready.”

Lililana forced herself out of bed onto the cold, hardwood floor. As she made her way to the minuscule bathroom that she shared with her fraternal twin, Selenia, she noticed the Bass Pro Shops catalog on the floor. Her dad once was a neat freak, but after his wife, Monica, died in a boating accident, it was like he was oblivious to the world. She took off her pajamas and got into the shower. She turned the bath knob and hot water rained down into the tub. She stood there for a moment, enjoying the downpour with it refreshing touched, letting it take her to a better place. She was gliding across the dance floor, her body melted into the arms of Grener Blue, her boyfriend. The world was a blur as the interlocked bodies moved round and round. They thought of nothing but each other until she heard someone rapping at the bathroom door. She quickly washed her hair and got out. Puddles formed on the floor as her hair dripped with the lukewarm liquid. She grabbed her hair dryer and twisted the door handle. Her sister pushed passed her leaving Lililana with a shivering face and sadness in her heart as the vision of Grener, faded away into the dreary March morning.

The Prom: Prologue

 

The glitter sparkled on her eyes as light flew from the sun down onto Earth. Her dress rustled as she twirled on the concrete walk in front of the school gym. Her heels clinked as she approached the door. Lililana Franchesco had thought of nothing but this night for a month, and even though all seemed to be going as it should, her life was about to fall apart.