Creative Head, Ended up Dead. (Resolution Blog Post)

Death? Sacrifice? Trying to find your only true friend who went missing along with his family for no apparent reason? Taking a hit at the evil totalitarian Nazis ruling Great Britain in the 1950s? A daydreamer wanting to show the truth? If any of these topics are of your interest, the resolution of Maggot Moon is for you. In the dramatic ending of Maggot Moon, we find our protagonist, Standish, exposing a fake moon landing setup by the gruesome, pure evil government. He then is killed after interrupting the live moon landing, and our book comes to an end with the world seeing the government’s lies and our protagonist laying with no pulse. Our resolution shows us how Standish’s experiences in life make him brave, and show his urge to be with Hector, alive or not.


Our resolution shows Standish’s braveness and selflessness, and his abilities to stay calm through harsh, nerve wrecking scenarios. Our final chapters are a great example of this. Standish has to pretend to be working at the the hoax moon landing site while being surrounded by guards who are willing to put down any intruders in an instant. He shows his consistent bravery in his fight to interrupt the the hoax and comes out successful. His selfless thoughts are what show his care for others, while also showing his calm, brave actions as he works his way around the guarded facility. His death which is the final bit of our resolution shows Standish’s bravery at it’s fullest, “I just hope the world saw me. I just hope I’ve thrown myself hard enough into the nightmare that is the motherland. (210)” We see Standish hoping that all of his bravery helps the world, how selflessly and bravely he saves a nation.


Our resolution shows Standish’s development of affection for Hector as well.  Throughout the book, Standish shows consistent fondness towards Hector, but our resolution shows Standish’s true love for Hector. At the beginning of our novel, we see Standish relying on Hector’s abilities, which helped drive his fondness for him. “It took Hector less than a week to have Hans fielder and his merry men under control. (51)” shows us Hector’s impact on Standish’s life. But our resolution shows us a different kind of love, a different kind of reliance. The quote: “Hector, just stay with me. I can’t do this without you. (197)” shows us Standish’s real desire for Hector, not his ways of ridding bullies, but him as a person.


In conclusion, our dramatic resolution leaves us with an exposed government and a dead Standish, happy to be floating in the sky in a daydream that’ll last forever. What brought him to this ending shows us his bravery and reliance on friendship to help him through his important mission. Standish dies a hero, not bright, not strong, but brave, selfless and free.

“How Characters Have Developed or Changed Over a Period of Time” (Johnny Tremain)

Dear Mr. Schroeder,


I think one way that Ester Forbes shows characterization in her novel Johnny Tremain is through Johnny (our protagonist) and his relationships with others. Johnny starts the novel as a confident, looked-up-to, young silversmith interacting with mainly his master’s family. “Johnny worth-his-weight-in-gold Tremain (Cilla, 6)” would describe other’s thoughts on him while, “You do that again and I’ll beat you again you overgrown pig-of-a-louse. (Johnny, 3)” Could describe his dominance over his co-apprentices.

After a silver craft accident, Johnny is left with a crippled hand to go and find work. As he settles down with a new family, now delivering newspapers, he becomes less powerful and meets others stronger and more confident than him. He then meets Rab, who is 17 and is the son of his new family and Johnny admires very much. But then Johnny’s relationship with Rab changed. “Johnny, already jealous, for the first time of his life, Over his taking of Cilla out. (204).” Shows the anger Johnny begins to build towards Rab. But this relationship between Rab and Johnny tells us much about Johnny’s character towards the end of the book.

After Johnny’s discovery of Rab’s taking out of Cilla, battles break out and Johnny’s forgiveness begins to show. Johnny, puts aside all jealousy and anger to make sure Rab was okay after a large battle. “Johnny had been fearful that Rab would be suffering. (293)” Shows us a lot of Johnny’s forgiveness and desire for peace compared to his previous relationships with his disliked co-apprentices.



-Dominik K.

From Massacres to Treaties : The Life of Adam Johns

A few years after Adam moved to Boston in 1760 in his Family’s attempt to escape the French and Indian war, rebellion springs into action. Taxes, Massacres, Parties, Rebellion groups and War is what Adam goes through in his mission to find vengeance after his Uncle is killed by British soldiers. But Adam’s desire for peace, derived from his lost Family’s quaker beliefs, shows his view of the war from a unique perspective. Will Adam’s beliefs hold him back from his goal of independance? or will his beliefs prevent him from becoming a key figure in the action packed American Revolution.

The effects of this revolution were huge, due to the Colonies being the first of Britain’s territories to become independent. The governing changed from a Monarchy-ruled ownership to a democracy with little federal power, leaving most power to the states, which gave more power to the people whom were given the ability to. Which was what originally led to the war. Local, state and federal governments had no right to tax citizens, abolishing all “taxation without representation.” The Colonies however, expanded just like the British in 1781, less than 10 years after becoming independent. The colonies’ desire to expand remained after becoming independent. And now having no external power preventing new laws from being passed, the Colonies could create their own constitution and rights and later update their governing system without being bothered.

But much stayed the same when I comes to much other than the new styles of governing, and no longer having control from Britain, not much changed socially post-war. Slavery was still present and many other wrongs with the newly formed United States did not change. While Women now could manage finances and other necessary deeds, due to the fact that many of their husbands had been in the war, they remained holding less rights than men even though some social laws had been removed. Trade remained in the ports of Boston, however, more free. Meaning no country was off limits to trade with unlike before the war.

The American Revolution : In Plain American

In our video we used several events to show the progression of the American Revolution and the buildup that leads to the events of the battle.  Our first turning point was the end of the French-Indian war. We discuss the land England acquire and the tensions between the Colonists and England that builds over the land. As well as, the taxes forced upon them, this event was a major turning point. Several other turning points include : The townshend acts, the declaration of independance, and the Siege of Yorktown.

The process was interesting because we did it different than most other groups. We, as a group, recorded the audio before recording the script. We then played the script as we made the video to allow the audio to sync with the video. This worked out well. We edited it by lining up the audio and video which required a bit of cutting and looping. We did not add sound effects except for a small amount of patriotic music towards the end.

I think one thing I think I could have improved was the trust I put into my groupmates. I gave my partner almost no work to do in worry that he would forget it or not do it well enough. I did almost all work outside of class. This was a bit of a problem because Otto didn’t get to do his fair share and add as much input.


“Wake up Zukav,” mama sang as I pulled myself out of bed. “Eat your breakfast and we can ride our horses to the farm.” She added. The summer was cool, perfect condition for harvesting carrot, my personal favorite root. We mounted our horses and galloped across the large oats farm and finally made our way to the carrots. The carrot farm was very close to our front gates, so we heard every car that went by. Hearing a car drive by was a rare sight, but it never meant anything good.


An hour into my carrot picking I heard a loud vehicle going down our road. But unlike most cars, they stopped at our gate. I immediately stopped my farming and hid near a patch of cabbages. I waited for the anonymous drivers to open our unprotected gate. I saw one of the men step into our farm wearing full soldier uniform and another, wearing badges to show bravery in war. Both men looked strong and bold. As soon as the men showed up, my father ran to the gate looking nervous and scared. I saw my father begin to talk to the men and from what I could see from their facial expression, something was wrong.


I remained laying the damp fields of petit cabbages. But the men kept looking angrier and angrier. Until my father replied to something the war official said with a frown. That’s when they attacked. One of them kicked him to the ground and held him there. My father, held to the ground, had no rebellion to being beaten. He saw me as they yelled at him, he gave me a nod telling me it’s going to be ok. I stayed put. Several other soldiers then entered the farm and ran to our home! I wanted to shout, warning mama that government was coming. But the house was too far, and I was the only one left hidden. I cried as quietly as I could as the communists took my family.


As the soldiers returned they carried several of our workers in chains. They were good workers; many workers are in Russia when they are lucky enough to get enough food. But I had to say goodbye now, hidden from the soldiers. Then I saw mama. She was horrid bloody from the face to feet. She must have rebelled. This made me want to scream, to yell, to run. But I had to stay here. So I did.


It had been 6 days. No one was anywhere near the farm. No more soldiers, farmers, workers, peasants, parents, breakfast, or officials. I survived off of cabbages and carrots, my stomach growling for bread, meat, and warmth. I felt weak, I did not know if it was the sadness or lack of protein that made me feel this way. But on the 7th day, lots changed. Farmers, looking depressed and weak walked in with sickles as if they were about to start farming. One walked towards me, and stopped right in front of me. My body was exposed to him, he would see me, but he didn’t. The farmer must have been too tired to care. I felt this way as well.


All I wanted were my parents back. To see mama and papa. But they are gone now. And I have no home.



Gathering Companionship (January Blog Post)

Companionship and freedom, what town, city, village, state, or world could live without it. In Lois Lowry’s Gathering Blue Kira, lives in a village full of families struggling to get by. Countless families are underfed, especially the children. Because when there is more self-interest than companionship only the breadwinners get enough. And only the chosen can read and write, no women are allowed, or anyone who wants to learn. In Gathering Blue, society struggles to thrive due to society choosing self-interest before the care of others.


In the village, struggling families demonstrate how different society can be without companionship. Many examples are shown of child abuse, selfish parents, and low standard in housing and lifestyle. One example is shown when Matt, one of the few children in the Fen (housing of a poorer large portion of the village) that is being taught kindness by Kira, our main character, ran away from his family. “Our mum, she trashed Matt so hard he was horrid bloody…. he not coming back (183)”. This was a response from Matt’s brother after Matt had taken food after being close to starving and took some food from his mother’s stash which she kept to herself. This shows us the effects of selfishness instead of companionship on society and why it’s so important.


Another example is the government’s way of getting what they want. In Gathering Blue, one Elder (judicial official) by the name of Jamison helped Kira by sparing her life after both her parent’s death and blessed her the job of repairing the year’s festival robe every year. Kira then found out that both her parent’s deaths were part of an ominous plot by Jamison to take Kira’s gifts for his own. “Yes, he (Jamison) tried to find a place for me before. Jamison is the one who tried to kill me.” Kira’s father told her. This again shows how lack of compassion that is replaced self-interest causes those in a society to turn against each other for their own reward.


In conclusion, the lack of care for others in Kira’s dystopian society is demonstrated many times throughout Gathering Blue and shows its effects as Kira discovers more about the lies and evil doings that come from it. Its effects cause children who live in poverty to be mistreated by their parents, those with talents to be orphaned, and those who lie to thrive. The book shows how when self-interest replaces companionship, society cannot succeed.

January 21st (Assignment 3)

I was tearing as I got to the funeral. The leader I was loyally under for years upon years had perished under our own very eyes 10 days back. The same man who had saved our nation from the awful autocratic Tsars I used to love. The same man who gave millions of workers rights within a month of being in power. The same man lying in his coffin as the sun rose slowly in the cold Russian winter.


“Ruski Ruski” was yelled unsynchronized as we rush our opponents. We clashed with the whites, as battle cries flew back and forth. The whites were each dressed differently, some with Tsar uniforms or Czech soldier uniforms. Our leader, Leon Trotsky, had pre planned strategic advancements that had already weakened the White’s force, now all we had to do was finish them off. Moscow was ours, and never again to be owned by Tsars.


After the quick and sad funeral, we gathered to a meeting in which we would discuss the government after Vladimir’s death. It was I, Joseph Stalin and Leon Trotsky who would discuss what were to happen to Russia’s future. My heart rate was already flying as we got in the room.


We jumped right into arguing, it was like our once great leader hadn’t passed and we were simply fighting to see who was right. Stalin stated that we needed to change the structure of the government and we needed to industrialize Russia and have the government have more control over the economy and factories. Trotsky; who despised Stalin, replied saying that these ideas where mad and went against the New Economy Policy. Stalin, even more enraged, began talking about how the policy was only made because of his harshness on soldiers.


This talk of harshness reminded me of the war on the whites. Not the war itself, but the war’s impacts from my elderly Grandma’s view. She told me the government was taking her crop, and not even paying her for it. She told me this made her life harder and she struggled to acquire anything other than the tiny amounts of food that was not taken from her. Poor Grandma! Didn’t even know her wonderful crop was going to feed the soldiers that saved Russia from a second coming of Tsars! And after the war, Grandma could not stop talking about how much she loved the new economic policy that came. She told me all about how she could now keep her spare crop, and Grandpa got his factory back. Boy, where they happy.


There was a heavy amount of tension between the two politicians and the debating was going nowhere. I barely could get a word out without Stalin and Trotsky returning to the arguing. So, to show my frustration, I simply left. Looking back as I walked, I freed the War Commander and General Secretary to debate without interruption. I wish Vladimir didn’t leave us. I was still getting over the death and had to much emotion to debate. May Russia’s future be bright!

Animal Farm : Question Response

During our discussion, our debate on the meaning of “all men are created equal” triggered the most debate. We debated on whether the statement referenced how society placed us, or laws placed us. Some of us believed that all men created equal meant that no one was uglier than anyone else or weaker or more handsome. However, some of us saw the question as a law related statement meaning everyone had to follow the same rules and no exceptions allowed. During the debate, Molly made a reference to Britain’s laws making foreigners who don’t pay tax pay extreme sums for medical treatment when it was necessary for them. This pointed out how this was unfair to the foreigners and this showed that all men are not created equal.


“You don’t even deserve the first cauldron today,” Vladimir yelled. I had been tired from the lack of food I was given due to always being below quota.I began to debark the wood as Vladimir returned inside with a few other Gulags probably to enjoy their hot coffee and morning borscht. I went back to debarking the large logs carried over by several younger zeks. The day continued as I day dreamed of an escape.

“You cannot just remove those who oppose your ideas”   Zinoskovivicamir yelled as the guards dragged the dedicated young politician out the door. Stalin stood up and calmly spoke, “I am protecting our people from your filthy capitalist ways.”

“Famine is not-“ the young Politician attempted to revolt as he was removed from Stalin’s office. I knew what I had to do. I stood up, and pulled out my revolver and pointed it at Russia’s evil leader. Stalin looked calm as he caught sight of me, as if he saw it coming. I pulled the trigger. Oomph, I hit the ground, getting tackled from behind. The bullet ricocheting of Stalin’s throne, then hitting the bright red carpet.

Sergei (Revised Edition)

I watched as the newly elected Duma came in. Each one of them professional looking holding folders full of what looks like thousands of hours of research and thought. They each sat down facing Tsar Nicolas as they placed their folders down. I was on a special guard duty inside which made other guards who stood out in the frigid cold jealous of the treat I was given. As soon as one member of the newly elected parliament spoke, Tsar Nicolas dismissed them. Each and every one. All looking confused and frustrated knowing they could do nothing about it. One jumped at Nicolas. BANG


I awoke my daydream cold and stiff. I was sitting in one of the Tsar’s police stations with several other officers incase riot control was needed. As soon as reached for my rifle lying by my side, our captain yelled, “It has happened boys go go go.” I stood up shakily and grabbed my cap laying by my side.


“Let’s not let March 7th 1917 be the end of our wonderful Tsar!” our captain yelled.  We sped out of the small building and ran to the center of the city. All 30 of us armed and ready for any violent rioters. As soon as we got close to the center we could see countless raging protestors walking around demanding changes in government. Russia is not going to get any better if no one is working. We tried to contain the chaotic riot with our line of men. It was no help, we needed backup. A few of our disloyal selfish soldiers ran back like cowards. Until there were less than 10 of us. We could not hold off this many rioters with this little of a defense. So we all ran.


“The darn maggots have taken over the food supply again” Sargent Vladimir yelled with rage. We would walk to Petrograd not only melancholic with defeat but with empty stomachs. As soon as we got to Petrograd we were not excited. We knew there would be no food for us here. But we walked, fighting through the pain, shoes without soles, stomachs without bread, we sped to city. Unlike this war, we had a plan, our sergeant told us we needed to support the Bolsheviks. He told us if we supported the Bolshevik party in saving Russia we could change the future for the good. So we did what he said.


It was 5 days later, November 10th 1917, we were armed fed and ready to take back Russia from the lazy unconfident provisional government. We were the Red Guards, guardians of the Bolsheviks and an army for the commonwealth. We stood outside a nearby Government owned Telegraph Office. We stood ready for our que, each of us almost shivering with excitement.


BOOM! An explosion went off nearby. That was our call, we rushed into a nearby government outpost guarded by almost no troops. We rushed in and signaled our win by hanging an old Russia flag out a window. The Central Telegraph Office was ours. And the rest of Russia was about to be. I sat down full of joy. I helped save Russia. Several happy workers walked down the streets smiling. I mean, who wouldn’t love the Bolsheviks?