For my English C.R.E.A.T.E project I’ve created a YouTube Channel with three videos, and I’ve embedded them below.
1. Winter Tag
2. Baking Sugar Cookies with Royal Icing!
3. What’s In My Pencil Case?
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Notes and Credits:
Bai. “Environment Issues.” Personal interview. 24 Nov. 2015.
Asian Studies A-1
September 6, 2015
The Spice Trade brought a huge advancement in economics, aiding in the development of new systems like insurance and stocks. From this map (pasted below) of the trade network of the Dutch East India Company, it can be observed that all of the routes were overseas. Lots of countries went to the Spice Islands, and if the spices were to be brought to Europe, European countries had to use many middlemen because Europe was located far from the Spice Islands, resulting in a surge in the cost of the spices. Therefore, when Europe went to voyage for the spices, they had to travel far to get involved with the trade. This increased the risk of a ship sinking along the way, by which all of the goods, and the ship itself would be lost. To deal with this, people split the costs of the ships so that if one sank, merchants wouldn’t lose as much money. Slowly, this procedure developed to more advanced systems like insurance and joint stocks, all to deal with the risks of overseas trade.
Through the Spice Trade, there was more interaction between countries about religion and technology, which helped improve the overall economy. Currently, more Muslims live in Indonesia than any other country. However, Laos, Vietnam, Thailand and Cambodia are not as highly populated with Muslims. This is because the countries were not the centers of trade during the Spice Trade. Through this, it can be inferred that Islam spread to Indonesia by trade in the Indian Ocean. Also, through more and more trade, technology was able to spread as well. According to “Spice it Up”, “Europeans borrowed basic maritime technology, such as the compass and stern-post rudder from China, the Arab lateen sail, and Muslim charts and maps”. Merchants also learned that the Monsoon winds were very predictable. This allowed sailors to depend on the wind to bring them to their destination during certain months of the year, and also to bring them back home. Predictable monsoon winds meant there was less risk during the journey, making trade costs cheaper. Cheaper trade costs resulted in a higher efficiency in trading and thus, a better economy.
As Spice Islands in South East Asia rose in demand, wars for the control of the islands also broke out between many European countries. According to the “Charter of Privileges and Exemptions the Dutch West India Company”, created on the 7th of June, 1629, the Dutch were able to start wars, make treaties with foreign princes, and have powers that no ordinary merchants could have at the time. This led to the Dutch’s setting up a monopoly over the Spice Islands. They had several Dutch companies competing in the spice trade against the Americans and other European countries. Furthermore, the painting below shows the scene when the Dutch V.O.C (Dutch East India Company) took over the Portuguese trade in the coast of Malabar. Not only were there wars between the European Countries, but they were also happening right at the Spice Islands!
It is crucial to understand the subjects of Social Studies together to develop a full understanding of the Spice Trade. Without understanding geography, the reason that Europeans had to travel so far to the Spice Islands would not be clear. Without understanding the role of economics during the Spice Trade, the outrageously high costs of spices would remain a mystery. In conclusion, for a complete understanding of the Spice Trade, many subjects in Social Studies have to be utilized.
Map Source: Rodrigue, Jean-Paul. “Dutch East India Company, Trade Network, 17th Century.” N.p.: n.p., n.d. N. pag. The Geography of Transport Systems. Web. 6 Sept. 2015. <https://people.hofstra.edu/geotrans/eng/gallery/Map_VOC_Trade_Network.pdf>.
Crash Course Source: Int’l Commerce, Snorkeling Camels, and The Indian Ocean Trade: Crash Course World History #18. Prod. Stan Miller. Perf. John Green. Youtube. N.p., 24 May 2012. Web. 6 Sept. 2015.
“Avalon Project – Charter of the Dutch West India Company : 1621.” Avalon Project – Charter of the Dutch West India Company : 1621. N.p., n.d. Web. 06 Sept. 2015.
The Capture of Cochin and Victory of the Dutch V.O.C over the Portugese in 1656. N.d. Colonial Voyage. Web. 6 Sept. 2015. <http://www.colonialvoyage.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/The-capture-of-Cochin-and-victory-of-the-Dutch-VOC-over-the-Portuguese-in-1656.-Atlas-van-der-Hagen.-No-Copyright.jpg>.
She pulled her bow quickly to the right, pushed her chest out and smiled proudly. A rush of sporadic, prestigious claps followed her performance. She stood up, walked out confidently and her concerto was over.
As she walked down the steps backstage, Alicia grinned. She had just recorded her last concert, the last one that Juilliard required for her application to the school, and she knew she did well in this one too. She was pleased with all of her many recordings so far. Alicia gasped at the thought of being accepted to the most prestigious music school in the world. It would be a dream to attend Juilliard.
The red flag on Alicia’s mailbox was sticking up, different to how Alicia saw it on her way out of the house. When she saw it she ran directly to it, almost running into it. The thin sunlight lit up the inside of the metal mailbox as the envelope glimpsed for a split second. She reached in for the brown envelope and allowed the smell of freshly printed-paper drift into her nose. Like tearing off a bandaid, she quickly opened the envelope and read her acceptance letter for live screening at Juilliard.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh” Alicia raced into her house, envelope in hand.
“What is it?” Alicia’s mom fast walked from behind the counter to the door where Alicia stood. When she saw the envelope, she already realized what was going on.
“We need to celebrate!” Alicia’s mom said whilst opening cupboards and finding pots and pans of different shapes and sizes.
That night, they had a fancy Italian dish, ratatouille. March 6th was the day of her live audition, and she had about three weeks before the big day.
When Alicia played the cello, she didn’t think about anything but the cello. The cello fit into her legs like a puzzle piece. Her body rested comfortably on her cello and her bow swayed from side to side on her strings, smoothly like a boat on a calm sea. She could taste the notes as it sang from the wood, the smell of sweet rosin pine.
The three weeks flew by, and tomorrow was the day of the live audition already. She took a relaxing bath, and her favorite blueberry lush bath bomb was sitting in the bathtub too. She lit a couple of candles and let the fruity smell drift throughout the warm air. The best thing Alicia could do now was relax. In the morning Alicia got dressed in her classiest but still comfortable outfit. She wanted to look the best for the audition panel, and since her face wasn’t the most memorable, she wanted her outfit to be instead. In her blue handbag she had her phone, earphones, her audition documents and cello rosin. Alicia hopped into her mom’s car and watched her house get smaller and smaller as she drove to New York City’s Juilliard School. She had seen pictures of it on Google, but she had never actually been there. As she passed the green grass and the fresh lake, the butterflies that were once asleep fluttered around in her stomach. She hopped up the stairs and slid through the doors and observed that on the electronic board above her head, it had an arrow pointing right. Soon enough Alicia realized that these boards were telling the directions to the screening rooms. Walk straight, turn right, turn left, walk straight, turn right and there you were; ready for your audition. It was twelve o’clock and her audition was at one. Alicia plopped down on the couch in the hallway and let herself sink into the seat. The day so far was just a dream. She felt overwhelmed at the idea of playing in front of an audition panel for Juilliard!
“Alicia Ko” a woman in a blazer and deep burgundy lipstick called out, glancing down at the clipboard in her hand once more, before giving Alicia a sharp look through her pointy glasses.
Alicia picked up her cello, bow, rosin and handkerchief and followed the woman down a velvety aisle. She opened one of the audition rooms and let Alicia through, then closed the door and left, leaving Alicia and seven other judges in the room. Alicia just stood by the door, as if waiting for a command.
“Welcome, please sit down.” A man in the center with a black suit on gestured to the chair in the center of the room.
Alicia had to walk to the center of the room, but she only had two hands and so many things to carry. She felt her rosin slide slip through her fingers and fall to the floor. The wooden cover opened and the rosin that used to be a beautiful block came out as sharp crumbs. Alicia could always get new rosin, but first impressions! This would be the first impression she left on the panel members! Their beautiful carpet was now sprinkled with some white powder, but Alicia just stepped over it and sat down. Whilst holding her cello and bow in her left hand, she placed her neat handkerchief on her right knee then transferred the bow to her right hand. Alicia was so keen on setting up perfectly that she never paid attention to the judges. Slowly she looked up and felt self-conscious about how much time she might have taken setting up.
“Here is Tchaikovsky’s Pezzo Capriccioso.” Alicia dictated, more to just put it out there than expect an answer. The judges were a quiet bunch.
First Alicia played the pieces she submitted for her pre-screening. Right before her second set of pieces, she felt the hot beams from the judges’ eyes. She started second guessing everything. Was her posture even right? Her bow hold, the way her cello rested between her legs and on her chest, everything! She started the piece, a bit unsteadily, but as the piece went on, Alicia transported herself totally into the world her piece portrayed. The song was coming to an end, and the judges seemed to be swimming in her rich pool of notes. When she saw this sight, she relaxed, and became less attentive. But the good news didn’t last long, as her last blasting note ended a bit sharp. Even the judges seemed to squirm in their seats. Alicia didn’t know if it was because the piece was long, or if it was because of that horrid last note. The judges just looked at her without much emotion and did nothing. Some still had their eyes closed. Were they just indulged in the music? Were they showing a sign of disappointment? Then a small round of applause started. Then a man in a gray suit jumped up and pointed towards the door, so Alicia knew it was now time to leave. Once again she took ages to pick up her things off the floor and walked to the door and left the audition room. Just like before she walked down the hallway, but this time the woman in the dark lipstick was nowhere to be found. She ran through the whole audition experience in her head. She had no idea what the judges thought of her because they were emotionless.
And now she was back at the corner where her helpless cello case lied. She placed her cello on the floor and focused on opening the locks on her cello case. Then suddenly a sound startled her. She looked around and found a guy with a violin in his hand, one foot raised, staring awkwardly at her cello he just knocked over.
“Uh… sorry?” the guy muttered,
“Its…its okay” Alicia whispered with a little bit of regret for placing her cello at such a dangerous place.
‘Great.’ Alicia thought to herself. Her audition was so close to perfection, but the truth was that it wasn’t perfect. It was close, but wasn’t. And now she had a cello with a crack down the front of it. She used her handkerchief to brush down the buildup of rosin on her strings, and above her bridge. Then she opened the case, put the cello in, placed the cloth on the cello and closed the case. She locked the locks, put the case upright and put it across her back. She took about four steps and realized her case wasn’t completely shut properly. Something felt loose on the right side of her back. So she put the cello case back down and saw that one of the locks hung loose by the side of her cello case. She secured the loose lock and swung her cello across her back once again. She found her way out of the building and to the front section with the green grass. She hurried to a curb and called for a taxi. Her parents had found her a hotel to stay for the night before her second audition the next day. On the second day the procedure was the same, however she knew not to take too long on her setup. This time she was used to the room, used to the smell of the dark wood and the dim sunlight coming in, shining her at the same angle as yesterday. This allowed her to truly dive into the music and focus on the notes more. Her last note was polished to perfection, with just the most flattering amount of vibrato and a confident face. After her last bow stroke, she kept her right hand and bow high in the air, frozen. She stayed in that pose until the deep distance ringing of her cello stopped and the judges had slowly opened all of their eyes. This time, when the judges didn’t react, she knew it was normal and just picked up her things and walked out.
Alicia walked home from school and saw her envelope’s flag sticking up. The same way it did when she got accepted for a callback. Suddenly a whirlwind started in her stomach, it started to ache, she squeezed her body with the excitement and anxiousness she was feeling. She ran to her house, envelope in hand and gave it to her mom, with her eyes closed. Her mom knew what Alicia wanted her to do, so she quickly untangled the string on the envelope and slide the paper up. Slowly the paper emerged from the envelope, her mom had her eyes slightly open, but Alicia still had her palm in her face. Her mom put the envelope down, walked over to Alicia with a calm face… then hugged her really tight shouting, “You did it!!!!! You got accepted!!!!” At first Alicia just allowed her mom’s words to sink in her brain. She had just gotten accepted to the best music school in America. She jumped to the sofa and curled into a ball and screamed of excitement. They called their family members and happily spread the news. That night Alicia couldn’t fall asleep at the thought of attending Juilliard, the school of her dreams.
Alicia walked up the stairs of Juilliard again, the same steps she took for the auditions. But this time she wasn’t at school to do an audition. She was here because she was accepted to attend Juilliard as an actual student! Her first day of classes was pretty good. The freshman class seemed to be at similar levels with her. In her cello classes, Yo-Yo Ma was holding a master-class, so they all attended that one. A girl stood out to her, her name was Wendy, just like Alicia’s moms. Wendy was exceptionally good at playing the cello, and whenever Alicia watched her play, something about her made Alicia listen the whole way through. That day at lunchtime Alicia decided to go talk to Wendy.
“So how long have you been playing cello?” Alicia asked with a geeky sandwich in her hands, unlike some of the dainty finger food Wendy had packed for her lunch.
“Um, like 13 years,” she awkwardly replied, bringing her gaze from Alicia back to her lunchbox.
“That’s cool! I’ve been playing for 10.” Alicia gleefully said, then bit her tongue shortly after. What she just said could have come off as bragging, because they were both at Juilliard, and Wendy might have thought she meant that Alicia learned to play as well as her in three years less time. But that wasn’t what she meant. Wendy was so much better than her!
“Hm… okay.” Wendy said, wit her eyes still fixed on her lunch.
The rest of the lunch period was just awkward silences, until the lunch bell rang and signaled them all to go back to their classes. In the afternoon she had Advanced Music Theory. Her theory class was full of freshmen, eagerly sitting in their seats. It just looked like they were trying to find ways to impress the professor and shout out every answer they knew about theory, when that didn’t really impress the professor Mr. Gilbert, because he knew this was just typical freshman behavior. The class was great and vigorous, challenging her theory skills in every way. When class ended, she ran up to Macy in her class, who was awkwardly trying to walk faster. She was the kind that had her head down with books in her hand, wanting to do everything independently.
From that day on Alicia felt like a misfit. It felt like everyone had places to go to, classes to get to, friends to be with, music to talk about, except for her. Day by day she started to get a little more gloomy. And she felt people talking behind her back, the girl that didn’t deserve to attend Juilliard. Inside she started to feel a little angry. Whenever somebody said something questioning her acceptance to Juilliard, she thought back to her high school life when she was on of the best cello players in her town. The hours she put into practicing, because she knew she deserved attending Juilliard, just like all of those stuck up girls that talked behind her back.
A guy in the tightest leotard and pointy toes glided from hallway to hallway, sticking something up on the bulletin boards.
‘Definitely a dancer’ Alicia thought, seeing the way he did his fêtes from hall to hall. Alicia never really bothered to see what was going on at school, but the poster he put up caught her attention. It read:
Freshman Cello Concerto Competition, calling all you freshman out there, come on over and play a piece! A great way to wrap up the year, and winners will be recognized!
Alicia’s footsteps got quicker than before. Was she going to play in this competition? She had a chance at winning this, but it meant that she had to play better than Wendy. Alicia knew the simple manners of playing in a competition. If someone else was playing a song, you shouldn’t really play the same one. And the only song Alicia was totally confident in playing was the Saint Saëns Cello Concerto in A Minor Op. 33, so she quickened her footsteps even more to the music hall with the signup sheets.
Name: Alicia Ko
Song: Cello Concerto in A Minor Op.33
Composer: Saint Saëns
Alicia saw her the audition form, with only her name on it. She took a deep breath. There was no backing up now. She was going to perform at that competition. The next day Alicia returned to this hall and found about twenty more names on the signup sheet. The competition was in a month and she had no time to waste. She booked a practice room in her hall and went inside, with a mindset that nobody was going to disrupt. The same afternoon she practiced eight hours and ate a late dinner. Her life at Juilliard started to twist into a story of her living in the practice rooms. Her fingers were mostly bandaged because of all the rips and blood that Alicia had to deal with during her practice sessions. The competition was tomorrow and Alicia had to win.
She sat backstage in a row of chairs, where all the contestants were sitting. To her left she had a fellow cellist that was busily applying thick coats of rosin on her bow. To her right she had a friend that looked like he was asleep, but his fingers were moving fast, so she guessed he was playing the piece through in his head. She felt relaxed, but the sight of the other contestants made her nervous. They all seemed to have prepared for ages too. Finally it was time for the sixth player to go on stage. The MC announced, “And now lets invite Alicia Ko to the stage, performing Saint Saëns’ Cello Concerto in A Minor!
She heard the audience’s thunderous clap and allowed the bright lights to shine on her face as she brought her cello onstage. She pulled out her endpin, and set her station up the way she did every day for practice. She nodded at her pianist and took a quick glance at the audience. Then, she inhaled a quick breath. This was the signal her pianist and Alicia had agreed on to start the piece. The piece went on for about 30 minutes. She didn’t have time to think about the competition. She just focused entirely on playing the piece well. Right before she got to the ending climax, she felt the butterflies come again. ‘Here we go…’ she thought. She started to get closer and closer to the ending, and she started her climax. In a mere couple seconds, she was done. DONE! Alicia felt sensational rush as she stood up and allowed the audience’s generous claps shower on her. She took a bow and rushed back offstage.
“Now let’s welcome…” the MC continued to take the audience through the program. In Alicia’s ears, his voice was tuned out. Her mind was so occupied by how well she played, and because she played so well, her wish to win the competition grew. She sat back down on her chair and fiddled with her fingers, until the MC called everyone back onstage. Once again the audience started to clap, but when the MC opened his card, and the audience died down. Alicia could hear her own heartbeat but tried to hide behind her cello at the thought that hundreds of people were watching her. She wanted to win so badly and after a while she even found herself shaking.
“And… the winner for tonight’s Freshman Cello Concerto Competition is… Alicia Ko!” the host announced.
Alicia felt the hot spotlight on herself and her cello. Her ears were blasted with the roar from the audience. And amongst the hundreds of people on their feet, Alicia spotted the girl that talked behind her back that one day. Looking at her, in awe.
On the left you see Eleanor, and on the right you see Tina. Both are girls from the book Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. The two have contrasting characters, and teach us a lesson about true personalities.
From the outside, you can observe that the girl on the right is a lot skinner than the girl on the left. She has neater hair, sleek shiny hair. This is Tina. She is the popular girl of the high school. She has lots of friends that follow her around and want to be like her, but does she have any real friends? Probably not.
On the left is Eleanor, she has big, frizzy red hair. And her sense of fashion is somewhat…unique. In her hair you see some scarves tied on parts of it. Sometimes she also likes tying scarves on her wrists. Compared to Tina, Eleanor is chubbier, and so her jeans don’t look the same as what Tina would wear. Typically Eleanor will wear men’s shirts and style them in her own way if she manages to…afford the clothes.
Now let’s take a look at the inside.
The quotations around the silhouettes show us the personality of the person that owns the silhouette. When we focus on Tina we can understand that she is sassier and meaner. When the bus driver tells Eleanor to quickly find a seat, Tina doesn’t allow Eleanor to sit in her friends seat, and when Eleanor firmly says that she has to find a seat and sit down, she simply doesn’t care. She says, “Not my problem” (Rowell 30). But this is just her normal morning. On days where she feels extra evil, she calls Eleanor names like Bozo, Raghead and other names.
If you peer inside Eleanor you don’t see a demon. You see a calm girl that experienced a lot of hate, but she doesn’t say mean things to others. Eleanor and Tina are so different from the outside and the inside.
Why is it that a girl like Tina is so popular and followed by others? And why is it that a kindhearted girl like Eleanor is teased and looked down upon? Well, sometimes people try to become more popular by just following the “popular girl” around, but never manages to make a close relationship with them, because they don’t truly know or like them. However, even with her great personality people avoid her because of her appearance. However, Park makes the right decision and gives Eleanor a chance. It turns out that Park really likes Eleanor and sees Eleanor in a different way that others do. In the end Park manages to have a strong bond with her, and his friendship with her is successful.
It’s not just about being popular. The most important thing is to be with who you like to be with, even though others may see it differently. It’s about having a true friendship with someone you like for their personality, not just because you want to be like them.
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“You create your own meaning of life”,
This is a big theme in Life of Pi by Yann Martel. In the story Pi struggles to find the true meaning of life as he is conflicted with many problems like religion and the need to survive. “I know zoos are no longer in people’s good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.” (Martel 19).
In my own life I have experienced some similarities.
Although I was never stranded in the middle of the ocean, I indeed am religious. And even though I don’t study religion and believe in many different ones, I am catholic. On Sundays I go to church and I pray before I eat, and also during different times of the day. And even though I could be more passionate, I feel that religion is a big part of my daily life.
To me, the meaning of life is also often what the bible says. In the bible, the meaning of life is to love one another, and even though we may come from different races, different environments, we should still love one another. I try to live by this, and think this is also the meaning of life. But there are times when I start to doubt this. Is this really possible? Is it really possible to love everyone you meet? And that’s where I started to get my inner conflicts.
In my earlier years of school, there were people I thought I didn’t get along with for various reasons. And even now it’s hard to love everyone I meet. This confused me, and it also frustrated me that I did not have the ability to live by what God asked from humans. However it started to make my brain cook up its own thoughts on life. Let it make its own recipe on what the meaning of life was.
Well, Pi met a man at the zoo, Mr. Kumar. Just like how I struggled at school, Pi was also struggling at the zoo. The man was confusing him about what Pi thought was the meaning of life for so long. Suddenly he wondered what religion truly was, and Mr. Kumar’s view on religion startled him. “Darkness? I was puzzled. I thought, Darkness is the last thing that religion is. Religion is light. Was he testing me?” (Martel 27)
For days I thought and searched and pondered on the meaning of life. There was a meaning I was supposed to live by, and I knew what that was. But I felt like there was another meaning of life for me. And honestly that searching gradually slowed down, as I got busier with schoolwork. However as I lay in bed every night, the idea popped up once again. But nothing came up.
One day, I did homework until the time was quite late. The homework was very tedious and at first I didn’t think much about it, until I got into it and time passed by in a snippet. When I was finally done I felt a rush of satisfaction and happiness, I was proud with what I did, because I stuck with it.
So obviously I climbed into bed to fall into sleep. As time passed by breathing got slower and my body was ready to fall into a deep sleep. Then suddenly popped up and idea about the meaning of life.
Maybe moments like that, small moments of proudness made up why we lived on this earth. Other days it wasn’t just proudness. I felt relaxed during a day of laid-back baking. I felt a sense of accomplishment after a performance of a cello piece. And then the big idea popped up. The bible stated a meaning of life, but I also had my answer on life too. And it was quite simple. The meaning of life, was to create your own meaning of life. In my search to find the meaning of life I caught myself in moments where I was very happy, proud, satisfied and feeling other good sensations. And I understood that this was my meaning of life. Being happy, fun, excited; these were the emotions that made me want to live on. And even though I felt like I found the meaning of life, I know they keep coming. And I will never stop my endless search for the most perfect but imperfect definition of life.
In the novel Life of Pi, it gives you a choice to make at the end. To ask for which story you think is the real story. This relates to what I meant about creating your own meaning of life. It tells us that we need to stick to what we believe in, and know our values that are important to us. What others say, and what seems more believable isn’t necessarily the best meaning for you, so create your own meaning of life and stick to it, even though it may change throughout life.
Click through and experience some of the physical conflicts that Pi had to face during his journey!
- There has been an explosion. You are sinking.
Pi’s family used to live happily in India, until there was an even also know as The Emergency. And because of this, the situation in India wasn’t so good anymore. That’s why Pi’s family decides to leave India and go to Canada. After Pi and his family leave India, an explosion happens along the way and the ship starts to sink. In the very end he found himself sitting on a lifeboat. The only animals he saw on the ship were other animals and a Bengal tiger, Richard Parker.
- Your family has drifted away. You are now sitting on a lifeboat with a live tiger.
When Pi realized what had happened to him, he didn’t believe it.
“Tell me it’s a bad dream. Tell me it’s not real. Tell me I’m still in my bunk on the Tsimtsum and I’m tossing and turning and soon I’ll wake up from this nightmare. Tell me I’m still happy.” (Martel 97)
Everything he had was gone in a quick second. Pi tries his absolute best to bring Richard Parker onto his boat. Then suddenly realizes that he’s gone mad.
“Wait a second. Together? We’ll be together? Have I gone mad?” (Martel 99)
Pi yanks the rope and makes Richard Parker let go. After a long while Richard Parker brings himself aboard.
- You want to swim away, but sharks are beneath you.
Pi is truly stuck. He can’t swim away; there are sharks in the ocean! His only option now is to cope with this tiger…
- You are slowly running out of food. You are getting weaker and weaker.
Obviously the accident wasn’t expected, and since everything Pi had was lost, food and water weren’t exceptions. Pi starts to get very weak.
- There are storms at night, waves, sunshine, and the nights are bitterly cold.
Being out in the ocean in the middle of the night isn’t such a good idea. And the roaring waves and even strong sunshine get in your way of a peaceful journey.
- Richard Parker is getting hungry too. How will you maintain control over him?
Richard Parker is a Bengal tiger. Friendship and love, what will it mean to him when he’s hungry? What if that trust just vanishes for food? Pi has to try his best and know that Richard Parker won’t eat him for his next meal.