Love is infinite
Emily Edelenbos
264
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer there.
My mother doesn't deal with stress well, so when she realized he was gone, she instantly started panicking. We went outside and called out for him into the summer air.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes with no response, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching the surrounding streets high and low, we finally made our way to the neighborhood elementary school, where the older kids go to skateboard.
Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
"Oh, you're busted” I proudly proclaimed as I walked up and grabbed his shirt by the collar. I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset.
However, we got back and I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time because of my young age, I now know that a mother’s love for her child is infinite, even through all the heartaches.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Love is infinite. DRAFT for digital story
Love is infinite
Emily Edelenbos
264
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer there.
My mother doesn't deal with stress well, so when she realized he was gone, she instantly started panicking. We went outside and called out for him into the summer air.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes with no response, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching the surrounding streets high and low, we finally made our way to the neighborhood elementary school, where the older kids go to skateboard.
Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
"Oh, you're busted” I proudly proclaimed as I walked up and grabbed his shirt by the collar. I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset.
However, we got back and I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time because of my young age, I now know that a mother’s love for her child is infinite, even through all the heartaches. I now understand the reason why it’s called “unconditional love”.
Emily Edelenbos
264
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer there.
My mother doesn't deal with stress well, so when she realized he was gone, she instantly started panicking. We went outside and called out for him into the summer air.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes with no response, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching the surrounding streets high and low, we finally made our way to the neighborhood elementary school, where the older kids go to skateboard.
Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
"Oh, you're busted” I proudly proclaimed as I walked up and grabbed his shirt by the collar. I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset.
However, we got back and I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time because of my young age, I now know that a mother’s love for her child is infinite, even through all the heartaches. I now understand the reason why it’s called “unconditional love”.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Love is infinite. (256)
"Where is Ian?" asked my Mom. "Did he come inside?"
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer in the front yard.
My mother doesn't cope well with stress, so when she realized he was no where in the house or yard, she instantly started freaking out. We went outside and did the routine calls.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes of this unsuccessful method, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching almost the whole neighborhood unsuccessfully, we finally went to the neighborhood elementary school, where older kids (13 or so) skateboard. Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
When we found him, I said "Oh, you're busted." I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset. But, I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time, being very young, I now know that unconditional love got that name for a reason.
Ian was about 8 years old at the time, and my Mother allowed him to play in the front yard. A few minutes later, after putting a load of laundry in the washer, she came back to see that he was no longer in the front yard.
My mother doesn't cope well with stress, so when she realized he was no where in the house or yard, she instantly started freaking out. We went outside and did the routine calls.
"Ian! Ian, where are you?"
After a few minutes of this unsuccessful method, I asked a neighbor if he could drive me around the neighborhood to try and spot him. At this time my mother was totally frantic, thinking of the worst possible situations, Amber Alerts and Missing Childs cases zooming through her head.
After searching almost the whole neighborhood unsuccessfully, we finally went to the neighborhood elementary school, where older kids (13 or so) skateboard. Alas, there was Ian. He sneaked out of the yard to go hang out with the "cool skateboard kids" after he saw one of them skateboard past our house.
When we found him, I said "Oh, you're busted." I was angry that he caused my mother so much pain. My youngest brother, about five at the time, was confused, frazzled, and upset. But, I looked at my mom, and she was happy.
She hugged him tight and cried for about ten minutes. I thought she would never let him go.
Although I didn't understand this at the time, being very young, I now know that unconditional love got that name for a reason.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Good, the Bad, and the Education System.
My Best Educational Experience (111)
In my junior year of high school, I had one of the best teachers ever. Her name was Ms. Dulin, and she was my AP English Composition teacher. I am not even specifically interested in English or writing papers, but her passion for the subject earned my respect. In that class, we read various interesting books, I learned of my love for Amy Tan, and we evaluated poetry. I found that this class caught my interest for two reasons: the first was just seeing the passion that this woman had for the English language, and the second was the fact that she so eloquently selected class material to captivate her students.
My Worst Educational Experience (166)
In kindergarten, I was sick the day of the Santa’s workshop. I was really upset already because I wasn’t able to pick out gifts for my Mom and Dad. I went to class the next day and a classmate told me that Santa Claus hated me because I missed his workshop and that I would get coal for Christmas. After hearing this, I somehow managed to run away from school. I consider this a bad education experience because a kindergarten teacher should have a handle of the classroom, yet I was able to get away. Luckily, my Mom stayed behind talking to her friends and heard me crying in the basketball court. This was also the teacher who told me to stop screaming when I fell and cut my stomach so badly that I needed stitches, and I also found out that the year after, they caught a mouse in the mouse trap and she let the class pet it. Luckily, she was soon after fired.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
On That Fall Day - Draft (255)
On That Fall Day
-Emily Edelenbos
-Emily Edelenbos
It was November first of last year when I was kayaking on the Susquehanna River in my little yellow kayak. The trees were clad in their finest fall-colored leaves and the cool wind was gently brushing past my cheeks and rustling through my hair. It was at this moment that I felt comfort in my beliefs. When I was younger, I was always worried about my disinterest in church and traditional religious practices. My entire family is Christian, so my lack of religious affiliation had always disconcerted me. However, on that fall day last year, as I felt the wind on my cheeks, and as I witnessed the processes and cycles of nature commence all around me, I was able to feel comfort in nature. I felt very connected to all of the processes going on around me, and was glad to feel like I was part of the grand scheme that our planet Earth is the host of. The “gap” I had previously felt with my lack of beliefs had been filled with nature and all of its wonders. The belief in nature that I identify with is one in which I am able to be close with my spirituality and with God, just not in a traditional way.
I believe that God exists in everyone and everything in nature. I also believe that my temple is not in a church or in any building of worship, but in the beautiful mountains, rivers, or any place of solace that I come across in nature.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Are You a Barbie Girl?, Revised. (301 )
Since 1959, “Barbie” has been influencing girls around the world, specifically in the United States, to upkeep a warped image of beauty. The Barbie doll started as a teenage fashion doll, clad in her black and white one piece. However, Barbie quickly went farther and became an idol for young girls, although she is an inanimate object. This idolization of Barbie was tragic and unhealthy because Barbie is so disproportionate that if she was scaled up to human size, she would lack the body fat necessary to menstruate!
She has become an idol for girls because of her seemingly desirable body shape, and because of her evolution through the decades to become almost any profession that exists. Barbie is a doctor, teacher, astronaut, and many others. Who would have thought she could fit all of this into her schedule between trips to the shopping mall?
However, when keeping the historical context in mind, it is important to realize that Barbie did not become a professional until women started entering the workforce in society. This is a direct mirroring of culture, as the Barbie was created in 1959, when women were generally not in the workforce. Barbie actually started out as a “feminine toolkit” for girls to learn how to become proper women modeled after their Barbies. Clothing items such as girdles and wedding dresses, as well as physical features such as a large bust, red lipstick, and freckle-free skin all suggested how girls should grow up to be nice feminine women.
Barbie dolls are still popular among young girls. This makes clear Mattel’s good market skills and evolution as a company. However, before it’s too late, young girls, teens, women, as well as companies who appeal to them, should realize the damage that can be done when idolizing such an object.
She has become an idol for girls because of her seemingly desirable body shape, and because of her evolution through the decades to become almost any profession that exists. Barbie is a doctor, teacher, astronaut, and many others. Who would have thought she could fit all of this into her schedule between trips to the shopping mall?
However, when keeping the historical context in mind, it is important to realize that Barbie did not become a professional until women started entering the workforce in society. This is a direct mirroring of culture, as the Barbie was created in 1959, when women were generally not in the workforce. Barbie actually started out as a “feminine toolkit” for girls to learn how to become proper women modeled after their Barbies. Clothing items such as girdles and wedding dresses, as well as physical features such as a large bust, red lipstick, and freckle-free skin all suggested how girls should grow up to be nice feminine women.
Barbie dolls are still popular among young girls. This makes clear Mattel’s good market skills and evolution as a company. However, before it’s too late, young girls, teens, women, as well as companies who appeal to them, should realize the damage that can be done when idolizing such an object.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Are you a Barbie Girl? (352)
Ever since March of 1959, the Barbie doll has been influencing girls and young women around the world, and especially in the United States, to upkeep an unrealistic image of beauty through the standards of a disproportionate little play doll. The Barbie doll started out as a teenage fashion doll in her black and white one piece swim suit, but quickly went past a fashion toy and became an object for girls to idolize and try to become. This idolization of Barbie was so tragic and unhealthy because Barbie is so disproportionate that if she was scaled up to the size of a human being, she would lack the body fat necessary in order to even menstruate!
She has become an idol for girls not only because of her seemingly desirable body shape, but also because she has evolved over the decades to become almost any profession that exists. Barbie is a doctor, teacher, astronaut, and many other things, and who would have thought she could fit all of these things into her schedule while shopping so often? However, when keeping the historical context in mind, it is important to realize that Barbie did not become a doctor or teacher until women starting entering the workforce more commonly. This is a direct mirroring of culture, because the Barbie started out in 1959, when a woman in the workforce was more of an unheard-of phenomenon. Barbie actually started out as a feminine toolkit for girls to learn how to become proper women based off of their Barbie dolls. Clothing items such as girdles and wedding dresses, as well as physical features such as a large bust line, bright red lips, and freckle-free skin all suggested how little girls should grow up to be nice pretty feminine women.
Barbie dolls are still very popular among young girls, a fact which makes clear Mattel’s good market skills and evolution as a company. However, before it’s too late, young girls, teens, women, as well
as advertisement companies who appeal to these aforementioned populations, should realize the damage that can be done when idolizing such an object.
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