WA4 obama letter

Nick Hazard

WA4

Dear President Obama,

I would like to congratulate you on your amazing victory over senator McCain. You are a beacon of light in these dark and desolate times. Thus forward, the real reason I am writing to you is to address some points I think crucial that you deal with in your first year in office. Such matters include the economy, health care and the war in Iraq.

We are currently in a deep depression. This should be the first matter you should address, seeing as it is the most predominate of the issues. The depression affects everyone big and small, old and young. It leeches us of the money we spent years working for and gives back nothing! Secondly, the war in Iraq must end. There are innocent people dying every day for a senseless reason. The very grounds on which we entered Iraq weren’t even true! Iraq possessed no nuclear weapons whatsoever. The war must end as soon and swiftly as possible. Finally, you should address healthcare and make it affordable to one and all. If that were to happen, there would be a lot more healthy people in the US, and everyone knows, healthy means happy.

Thank you for considering my opinions on what you should deal with in your first year. If I did not care, I would not be writing to you right now, so I really hope to hear back from you and how you plan to deal with each of these problems.

Sincerely,

Nicholas Hazard

WA 5 (i think) obama letter

Nicholas Hazard
1/25/09
English
WA


Dear President Obama,
First off, I would like to congratulate you on your amazing victory over senator McCain. You are a beacon of light in these dark and desolate times. Secondly, the real reason I am writing to you is to address some points I think crucial that you deal with in your first year in office. Such matters include the economy, health care and the war in Iraq.
Right now we are in a serious depression that needs dealing with. This should be the first matter you should address seeing as it is the most predominate and is affecting everyone. Secondly, the war in Iraq MUST end. There are innocent people dying every day for a senseless reason. I mean, the grounds on which we entered Iraq weren’t even true! Iraq possessed no nuclear weapons whatsoever. The war must end as soon and swiftly as possible. Finally, you should address healthcare and make it affordable to one and all. This would save lots of lives and improve the health of all.
Thank you for considering my opinions and I hope to hear back from you very soon.

WA 3

What about peace?
Well, what about it?
It is what that makes us human
It is what that makes us happy
It is what makes us joyful
It is us and we encircle it
~~~

Peace is a bond
Connected by trust
Connected by people who know what it is
But Peace can be broken
Shattered and cracked
~~~

The culprit is war, violence and lack
Lack of hope
Lack of the bond humans share
That’s how it gets torn and then we are sad

Thrown into an age of unlimited despair
~~~

Although, when we break free
When humans are free
Free of war, of crime and hatred
We all can rejoice and be peaceful again
It is the ultimate goal.
All for one…
And one is peace
Like enlightenment for Buddhists,
It is the aim of mankind
To be in harmony,
Once. And for all.

WA-2 final draft

Nicholas Hazard
English
10/26/08
WA-2

John could feel the crisp air of the ocean whisk past his face as he stood on the bow of the ship. With his arms spread wide, like a soaring eagle, he could feel himself almost lift off of the deck and fly away with the seagulls. John could see the water rush under him; the boat propelled by sails filled with the rushing wind. He could see the land growing closer and could begin to see what activities were going on in the small, seaside port.
Trunn was a small town, completely dependant on seafaring activities, such as trading and fishing. It was quite typical of a port in the late 1600s, full of activity during the day and even more at night; what with all the pubs and bars and such. There was always a hustle and bustle to Trunn, whether it was ships getting loaded with supplies or performers doing shows for people who gathered around. Kids played in the streets while captains and merchants haggled on prices of fish and other goods. This was the town that John was now arriving at. It had been his dream his whole life to be on the sea and travel from port to port, trading and doing business among other seamen. But for now, John just needed a job, and that’s what he was out to get.

As John took his first step off of the ship he had been traveling on, a wonderful feeling hit him, a feeling of amazement at how he was to choose his own life now and not be held down by his parents. As he walked down the gangplank, he looked up to see a perfectly clear sky, a wonderful weather to start his new career in. His new life.
As always, the streets were alive with people, and John didn’t know where to start. He just decided to take a quick walk around to familiarize himself with the area. Before John could even take a step, he felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder. He looked down to see a grimy, greasy hand, weathered by years of hard work and labor. The owner of this hand reflected it perfectly. The man was a typical sailor, stout in stature and with a gruff expression and bristly beard.

“Aye there laddie, what are the likes of you doing in a common seafaring port like this one here?” questioned the man.

“Sir, I am here to find myself a position on one of the many ships docked in this port,” replied John

“There be a good fellow, looking for some real work. Now, I think I missed your name… what was it again?”

“My name is John. And who is it that I am now acquainted with? Sir,” replied John, quite properly.

“Oh, my name is legend ‘round these parts. I be the famed Cap’n Trenton,” said captain Trenton as he puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look important.

“Well, nice to meet you Captain Trenton.”

“Aye, well, I must be off. Got work to do, ya know.” And with that Captain Trenton walked away, or rather limped away, due to the fact that he had a wooden peg-leg.

Wow, John thought to himself as he started walking again, my first encounter with a real Seafaring man… What an experience! His thoughts were interrupted by a smell, not just any smell though, an immensely strong, putrid smell. It came from one of the stalls. As it turned out, the stall was selling bad fish and it was giving off an incredibly disgusting odor.

“Jeez,” John thought out loud, “That’s revolting!” and with a quickened pace he walked past the fowl smelling stall. John then came upon a loud pub, which, disregarding his good sense to pure curiosity, he entered.

Walking up to the door to the pub, John pulled the door handle, opened the door, and walked inside. People were all over the place, John saw two men fighting, some others playing darts and another man who had flicked off a woman, who then continued to smack him so hard he lay motionless on the floor. John also noticed that it was quite dark in the tavern, despite it being afternoon outside. The fact resulted in his eyes adjusting to the new light.

That’s when a man, who looked like he was going to fall over any second, walked up to John and whispered in his ear, “He-ey little b-boy, l-l-let me sho-o-ow you so-om-omethi-ing.” Creeped out and appalled by the random person, John tore himself away from the man and quickly went back outside. “Whew… that’s definitely not my kind of place,” John laughed to himself. Then he set off again, to explore the rest of the town and enjoy his day of freedom.

WA-2

Nicholas Hazard
English
10/9/08

WA-2

John could feel the crisp air of the ocean whisk past his face as he stood on the very front of the ship. With his arms spread wide, like a soaring eagle, he could feel himself almost lift off of the deck and fly away with the seagulls. John could see the water rush under him; the boat propelled by sails filled with rushing wind. He could see the land growing closer and could begin to see what activities were going on in the small, seaside port.
Trunn was a small town, completely dependant on seafaring activities, such as trading and fishing. It was quite typical of a port in the late 1600s, full of activity during the day and even more at night, what with all the pubs and bars and such. There was always a hustle and bustle to Trunn, whether it was ships getting loaded with supplies or performers doing shows for people who gathered around them, there was always something going on. Kids played in the streets while captains and merchants haggled on prices of fish and other goods. This was the town that John was now arriving at. It had been his dream his whole life to be on the sea and travel from port to port trading and doing business among other seamen. But for now, John just needed a job, and that’s what he was out to get.

As John took his first step off of the ship he had been traveling on, a wonderful feeling hit him, a feeling of amazement at how he was to choose his own life now and not be held down by his parents, who he had left behind when John left his hometown. As he walked down the gangplank, he looked up to see a perfectly clear sky, a wonderful weather to start his new life in.
As always, the streets were alive with people, and John didn’t where to start. He just decided to take a quick walk around to familiarize himself with the area. Before John could even take a step, he felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder. He looked down to see a grimy, greasy hand, weathered by years of hard work and labor. The owner of this hand reflected it perfectly. The man was a typical sailor, stout in stature and with a gruff expression and bristly beard.

“Aye there laddie, what are the likes of you doing in a common seafaring port like this one here?” asked the man.

“Sir, I am here to find myself a position on one of the many ships docked in this port.” Replied John

“There be a good fellow, looking for some real work. Now, I think I missed your name… what was it again?”

“My name is John. And who is it that I am now acquainted with? Sir.” Replied John, quite properly.

“Oh, my name is legend ‘round these parts. I be there famed Cap’n Trenton.” Said captain Trenton as he puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look important.

“Well, nice to meet you Captain Trenton.”

“Aye, well, I must be off. Got work to do, ya know.” And with that Captain Trenton was walking away, or rather limping, due to the fact that he had a wooden peg leg.

Wow, John thought to himself as he started walking again, my first encounter with a real Seafaring man… What an experience! His thoughts were interrupted by a smell, not just any smell though, an immensely strong, putrid smell. It can from one of the stalls. As it turned out, the stall was selling bad fish and it was giving off an incredibly disgusting smell.

“Jeez,” John thought out loud, “That’s revolting!” and with a quickened pace he walked past the fowl smelling stall. John then came upon a loud pub, which, disregarding his good sense to pure curiosity, he entered.

Walking up to the door to the pub, he pulled the door handle, opened the door, and walked inside. People were all over the place, John saw two men fighting, some others playing darts and another man who had flicked off a woman, who then continued to smack him so hard he lay motionless on the floor. John also noticed that it was quite dark in the tavern, despite it being afternoon outside and that his eyes had to adjust to the new light.

That’s when a man, who looked like he was going to fall over any second, walked up to John and whispered in his ear, “He-ey little b-boy, l-l-let me sho-o-ow you so-om-omethi-ing.” Creeped out and appalled by the random person, John tore himself away from the man and quickly went back outside. “Whew… that’s definitely not my kind of place,” John laughed to himself. Then he set off again, to explore the rest of the town and enjoy his day of freedom.

emotional paper self edit

It was a sunny afternoon, not a cloud in the sky. My great uncle, Bob Winecoff, was driving back to his lakeside house near Charlotte, North Carolina, when he dozed off for three seconds. Even though this may not seem like a very long time, you travel roughly the length of a football field going the speed he was. Being relatively unconscious during this time period, his car swerved off the road and hit a tree; Bob Winecoff died upon impact. It was a sad day for me when I found out about his death. There would be no more fun days with uncle Bob down at the lake house, no more happy memories to come.

My great uncle Bob was a remarkable man. He lived his whole life in North Carolina and all he ever did was give back to his home state. From an early age, Bob was quite religious. He went to church every single Sunday and prayed every night before going to sleep. He was so into religion, that, even at a very young age, he did not participate in Sunday school, but demanded to stay with his parents for the regular service.

By the time my uncle Bob was fourteen years old, he was fully initiated in the church and spoke at almost every sermon. At the age of twenty-three he became a preacher and continued that as a part-time job until he died. His other job was working for the navy. Bob joined the navy when he was twenty-five and served for ten years. Luckily, during his service, he did not even have to fight one time, although he was always trained and ready. After his time with the navy was up, he worked at a local library as a bookkeeper, quite a parallel to his former profession as part of the navy.

When he retired at sixty years of age, Bob was not yet done giving back to his state. You could always find him helping with charity and no-profit organizations, while still keeping up his preaching. That’s what Bob did until the fatal day, when he died at the age of seventy-six. No longer would North Carolina have one of its most valued citizens.

So, my question is: Why must such a bad and unfortunate thing happen to such a good person? When all my great uncle Bob did was give back to his community, he ended up dying much earlier than he should have, and by an incredibly unfortunate and unforeseeable accident. He really did not deserve it, and it changed my life forever, knowing I would never again get to see my beloved great uncle Bob. No longer would my cousins and I make the drive to his wonderful lake house in North Carolina and jump off the deck. No longer would there be those good old cookouts with the whole family, where everyone would talk and converse. Gone… he is gone forever and is missed by every single person that knew him.

emotional paper second draft

It was a sunny afternoon, not a cloud in the sky. My great uncle, Bob Winecoff, was driving back to his lake side house near Charlotte, North Carolina, when he dozed off for about three seconds. Even though this may not seem like a very long time, you travel roughly the length of a football field going the speed he was. Being relatively unconscious during this time period, his car swerved off the road and hit a tree; Bob Winecoff died on impact. It was a sad day for me when I found out about his death. There would be no more fun days with uncle Bob down at the lake house, no more happy memories to come from there.

My great uncle Bob was a remarkable man. He lived his whole life in North Carolina and all he ever did was give back to his home state. From an early age, Bob was quite religious. He went to church every Sunday and prayed every night before going to sleep. He was so into religion that, even at a very young age, he did not participate in Sunday school, but demanded to stay with his parents for the regular service.

By the time uncle Bob was fourteen years old, he was fully initiated in the church and spoke at almost every sermon. At the age of twenty-three he became a preacher and continued that part-time job until he died. His other job was working for the navy. Bob joined the navy when he was twenty five and served for ten years. Luckily, during his service, he did not even one time have to do any actual fighting, although he was always trained and ready. After his time with the navy was up, he worked at a local library as a bookkeeper; quite a parallel to his former profession as part of the navy.

When he retired at sixty years of age, Bob was not yet done giving back to his state. You could always find Bob helping with charity organizations, while still keeping up his preaching. That’s what Bob did until the fatal day, when he died at the age of seventy six. No longer would North Carolina have one of its most valued citizens.

So, my question is: Why must such a bad and unfortunate thing happen to such a good person? When all my great uncle Bob did was give back to his community, he ended up dying much earlier than he should have, and by an incredibly unfortunate and unforeseeable accident. He really didn’t deserve it, and it changed my life forever, knowing I would never again get to see my beloved great uncle Bob. No longer would me and my cousins make the drive to his wonderful lake house in North Carolina and jump off the deck. No longer would there be those good old cook outs with the whole family around talking and conversing. Gone… gone forever and missed by every single person that knew him.