one way or another

What is the value of life?

That is the question.

With this being such a broad question, I thought I’d narrow it down and configure a better way to answer it through my own opinion. So heads up if I come off wrong to anyone reading. The value of life is they way we live our life, treat our life, and the way we cherish life.


Relating to  William Shakespeare’s tragedy, Hamlet, he faces some big issues, one being that his father comes back as a ghost to tell him that his uncle was the one that killed him. So now that his uncle married his mother, Hamlet feels the urge to do something about it Whether to live or to die. In Hamlet’s Soliloquy, “To be, or not to be– that is the question”, provides some textual evidence that Hamlet was in a suicidal state. In the end, he chooses life is better worth living because he wasn’t sure how much of a good time he would have in the afterlife. I think a lot of people can make a connection of their own life to this of Hamlet’s, due to having a strong inquisitive conscious that could steer you in many directions. Life is worth living because, like Hamlet, all he worried was the thought of an afterlife, and none of us know what actually happens in the afterlife so might as well live in the now. Be less fearful and groove through life regardless of obstacles that stand in your way.

In the article, “What is the Value of a Human Life” by Kenneth Feinberg, he goes into detail about how much the day, 9/11/2001, had affected many lives. He claims that all lives should be treated equally. With all the hardships that come with life, this is an important value so that in generations to come, I’d hope there wouldn’t be such a controversy.  He states, “In the case of Sept. 11, if there is a next time, and Congress again decides to award public compensation, I hope the law will declare that all life should be treated the same way.” He believes that every life is different but that doesn’t mean you should treat them differently. I agree.


Lastly, in an commencement address, “‘You’ve got to find what you love,’ Job Says”, Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered a speech to a class at Stanford about his life. He grew up knowing he wanted to accomplish something but he had setbacks along the way. His biological parents didn’t graduate from high school, but that didn’t stop him from achieving his goal of someday going to college. Then, into creating the first Macintosh computer, he got fired from his own company. Although that didn’t stop him from accomplishing greater things. Which lead him to the company, Pixar. He was then diagnosed with a a rare form of pancreatic cancer that was soon curable, although they gave him the same procedure they give any patient with cancer. “My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die.”, Jobs stated as he really felt he was on his death bed. He fought through cancer! He then said, “Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.” Which I think is true too, you want to live the most in life because in the end no one really wants to die right?

All of these connect to each other by just having an appreciation for life.

Life is a precious thing. I wouldn’t even be here writing a blog post if it wasn’t for life, and probably Steve Jobs. Cherish it, love it, live it.


Take It In


That kind of voice,

The one you would hear only when whispering.

It was if her heart was trying to burst out,

The sound seemed breathless, gasping for more air,

She reached out to the stars in hopes of him reaching back.

He glanced forward — reaching out to her hand

Whipping her around on the toes, they danced.

So dumb to take the mask off they twirled and twirled under the moonlight

The people around snickered about the scenery.

They waited out the beats as though time was halting to a stop,

Lips glossed with champagne, they kissed.

She was careless and he liked that.

The twinkle of the lawns and the aroused guests appeased her.

All she cared about was the little moments she spent with that one man.

He kissed her nose and began to step away

She thought of the word “love” and if she was “in”

The lights had now vanished in a flash,

and turning on at the other end of the dock.

The smell of New York rain woke her up in the morning,

Believing it was all a dream.

She rose dressed in a pink, daisy colored night gown

He rose right beside.

Their eyes locked on each other without a blink,

He saw it through her eyes, the eyes still flashing.

They exchanged names and became apart of each other as the day grew on.

He was in budget and she was all fame but smashed together there was gain.

They looked upon the horizon as the sun was setting

Skipping stones, making ripples in the ocean below

He gripped her hand and made one last move

Down on one knee, as cliche as it may seem, he pulled out a ring,

Then vanished into the sea.


Making Over A Garden

The plan was to make over a garden on our Fountain Valley High School campus outside of the English halls. With the conditions of the garden being just a patch of dirt surrounded by untamed plants and filthy, dirt covered rocks, we had quite some work to do. Firstly, we started out by meeting on a weekend to whack the plants that were getting wildly out of hand. From there we started picking up the trash left behind from those pesky high school students and weeding the ground. We took some pictures along the way and with this we cleaned up the dirt by leveling it out for us to plant new plants.

fvhs garden

On our Home Depot and Lowe’s run we got pink, purple, white, and blue flowers of all kinds, but with the limits of 4-6 hours for them to hit sunlight. Along with the pretty flowers, we got some succulents to garnish in between the flowers. We lastly bought more soil to even out the planter and some pebbles to decorate the outside of the pathway of rocks we had wanted to include.


One last step, was to gather and wash off all the dirty stepping-stones and then place them together to make a path. This was the hard work and labor that eventually came out to a great success! The pathway would be convenient for the high school students that had to quickly get to class, to walk along our path instead of getting their shoes all muddy. To our excitement, the kids actually DO use the pathway!


The last weekend we got to work on placement of the flowers, succulents and the stones. We then added a little FVHS touch, with a cute rock that says FVHS GARDEN and CLASS OF ‘16  on it. Then our sign that quotes “Have some pride, please don’t litter” was added just so maybe the teens will think about where they dispose of their trash. We will also continue to water the garden every other day or so.


As a result, I feel as though our planning, execution, and completion was on point. We would like to do this as another project later in the future, to keep the planter maintained, safe, and convenient for the students to use.

Gina Ernst

Nicole Norton

Nick Seigman

Marci Bott

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Global Conversation: Migrant Workers

In the book, “Of Mice and Men” by John Steinbeck, he introduces two characters, one being the George, the leader, who is a migrant farmer that has been traveling from town to town with his friend in hopes of living a better lifestyle. The second being Lennie, the follower of George, also a migrant farmer has who is the main reason why they duo is always having to leave one farm to come to another farm. Now not to really spoil the book, I have come to show you this video on what I taken away from this book. In the aspect that migrant farmers now a days they are still treated as they were back in the day. Not that they are treated poorly, but that no one thinks to consider them as a nice, well-being kind of community. They are working countless hours to support their families. Plus, without them we wouldn’t have the foods we need for nutrition to eat. Thank you.




Honestly, the post speaks out to everyone. The beauty behind equality has been a major controversy for the longest time and I feel as a reader, this post really called out for freedom. I love how civilized and interacting you are with your readers, that I just had to reblog this great piece of writing. Also, not going to lie, aside from “Yellow Submarine”, which I listened to as a kid, “Imagine” had been the first John Lennon song I actually comprehended now as a teenager. I hope that YOU, my readers, will enjoy this post. It correlates with what I usually write about, but with a throwback to the 70s kind of twist. 🙂

Life Is What Happens.

Many People, One World

Everyone has a dream. As seen in John Lennon’s famous song, “Imagine,” he dreamed of universal peace. Though Lennon’s song was a protest against war and violence in the early 1970’s, his lyrics can still be applied to our society today. That everlasting dream of peace and love continues.

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Old School Lovers

So here is the scenario. You take a teenage girl, around the age seventeen, who is super shy yet very rambunctious when you get to know her. She is thrown out into this world, looking to take the right path through her life. Unfortunately, there were bumps in the road. The past year she has gone through the death of her dog, school anxiety, and broken friendships. She adores the arts, laughter, and jaw-dropping sites. Along with old school music. She usually just blends in like the normal Amanda, Ashley, or Allie at school, but is friendly with all people she comes in contact with. Her life is just about to turn right-side up, or so she thought. A young man, the age of seventeen, with the ambition to steal this young lady’s heart, so happened to rush into the same elevator where she was. They talked the whole way down to the ground floor, where she was about to head home in a taxi-cab in the depths of Manhattan. The rain outside of the lobby had poured down in buckets. He offered to take her home in his blue 1970 Volkswagen Bug, but she so kindly declined and held up her coat over her head and hopped in a cab.

The next week, the young man stopped into an old record shop, where the young lady had worked. Ever so coincidently. He brushed up upon the Cream, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Fleetwood Mac records and made his way over to the register to purchase the old classics. The rush of adrenaline had flown through her blood stream as she ever so nervously handed him the paper receipt. He then asked her if he could get to know her a bit better, by wanting to take her out to dinner. She declined once again. She knew her life was busy with school work and she honestly didn’t know how to handle the situation because this was the first time someone has ever asked her on a date. His head slumped down revealing his dark brown roots in his blond hair and left the shop.

Then as soon as prom came up, she knew she didn’t have a date. But it was her senior prom so she knew she had to go otherwise. She ended up going with a couple of her friends who had dates. Feeling like a third wheel, they walked into the late 60s themed prom. The era of the hippies. This was her favorite era. “With Born to be Wild” blaring in the speakers on each side of the room, she moved over to get some punch. By the end of the night she was pooped from dancing to all her favorite songs. Then all of sudden the student body committee cleared the stage of the DJ and brought in a mic stand. Everyone looked around confused and all of sudden there was a loud sound of feedback coming from the speakers. Then a familiar tall, blond fellow stood up on the stage and called out the young girl. The music blared as he began to sing the song “Build Me Up Buttercup”.

The lyrics basically explain the situation.

At the end he asked her one last time what the answer would be if he asked her on a date, but I’ll just leave this part up for you to figure out.


Feminism vs. Meninism

As a current topic, previously discussed in many social media posts and spread of word in real life, there has been some sort of controversy between the two subjects; feminism and “meninism”. I only put quotations to signify that it isn’t a real word. Even spell-check gives it that little, red squiggly line where it doesn’t know how to change it to even look right. The irony. Continue reading


Missing Seattle


I took a trip to Seattle, Washington in the autumn of 2013. After coming off the plane with my ears plugged and my head spinning, I made my way out of the airport and into the cold. It was freezing. Well okay it wasn’t freezing but for me it was cold. I just wasn’t used to the cold wind hurling at my face from every direction and sudden rain that trickled then hailed at sudden seconds. It wasn’t even my first time visiting, but this time I didn’t bring the sunny Southern California weather with me.


As the weekend came to an end, I lastly made my way with my brother down to the famous Pike’s Place Market. Passing by the first ever Starbucks and into the corner of the start of the market we crossed the street. It was surprisingly a nice day out, yet still cold. We stopped to watch these men shouting at each other while tossing the giant fish, then continued to try out the samples at the honey and jam booths along the long corridor. Also the veggies smelled brilliant as the crafts had me in “awe”. We ended up at a corner coffee shop. I’m not a big coffee drinker, but we sat in the small table window looking out into the cold.

It was weird to feel like I was just a stranger to this town passing by, while I probably was walking next to natives that know this town like the back of their hand.

My brother got a small cup of coffee and this sparkling water, which was really common to get according to the shop, served on a wooden paddle. He took two sips of the coffee and tried it with the sparkling water and gave me the look of “this is gross” so secretly he tossed it out the window we were sitting at, into the bushes below. I had to hold in my laughter as he handed back the paddle with the empty cups to the lady. We exited and decided to take a ponder at the wall*.

* as in the great GUM WALL.

It was terrifying to look at, but we took pictures of sticking our tongues next to it to look like we were licking it, so it wasn’t that gross. And yes, I so happen to be chewing gum. I stuck a big, blue, wet blob onto the masterpiece. I felt like I gave a little California love and hope to find it when I go back soon.



Women’s Day


The clarity in it all. The way we have survived emotionally and physically is remarkable. I would like to thank everyone who believes in equality amongst anyone no matter race, color, religion, or physical characteristics. I’m seriously over joyed that there is now a day commemorating women. Trust me without us in the world, I’m not quite sure how men would handle living on their own. They are dependent on us, it’s been proven.

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