Twerk Fever: Very Much Real

This was my super informal definition essay from my AP Rhet class last week. Enjoy!
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            What do Miley Cyrus’ “We Can’t Stop” music video and the Harlem Shake video have in common? There is a lot of twerking. What is “twerking”, you may ask. It is the latest obsession of teenagers, adults, men, and women alike that has been causing warm cheeks and headaches all across the nation.

            The first signs of “twerking” appeared over two decades ago when bounce music started to emerge as an actual genre of music in New Orleans. The hard beats and bass caused people to be overcome by the desire to “shake their booties” and hips to the rhythm. Ever since the first reference of it in the song “Do the Jubilee All,” which came out in 1993, twerking has become increasing famous. So much so, that it is now in the dictionary, but the definition does not include “odd obsession that seems to have no cure.”

            Twerking has become a sort of fever epidemic that spreads by the internet and social media. After Miley Cyrus’ duet with Robin Thicke at the VMAs in August of 2013, Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram exploded with pictures and posts about twerking. Videos and posts about people trying to twerk have also increased substantially and at an alarming rate. Songs and referencing to this “dance move” are helping in the spread of this epidemic.

            Twerking has become such an obsession, that some people cannot continue with every day activities. People twerk as they walk, people twerk as they do the dishes, people twerk all the time. It has been known to be hazardous to health; preventing an individual from being social and causing uncomfortable situations when the act of twerking is inappropriate. Variations of twerking, such as “wall twerking,” is even more dangerous because it has been known to lead to falling over and the spread of fires. An increase of hip cramps and strains has occurred in the United States and is slowly spreading to Great Britain, to Canada, to the rest of the world.

            This epidemic must be stopped. People across the globe must be educated about this obsession and must be taught to never try it, because it is addictive and those who start can’t stop. It causes friendships to fail, video qualities to decrease, and the health of the world to worsen. Spread the word and prevent the Twerk Fever from spreading. 

Even If Just A Little

     “Say the words and I’m yours.” 

     The curtains fluttered lightly and sunlight ran through them and unfurled on the carpet like sunlight through ocean water. The warmth came in waves and kissed every surface it could touch.

     “You love too much,” he whispered.

     “Perhaps.” His arms and body enclosed her. His chin on her worn shoulder. Her head upon his strong chest. The breeze blew and the leaves whispered in rhythm.

     “This feels different now.” He released her and looked into her eyes. She then remembered the time she read about Daisy and Gatsby, and she finally understood it all. In that brief moment, she knew that there was no one else. It was the truest truth that had ever existed. She was his. And he was hers.

     But she also knew that she was now bound forever. She did not need words after all to follow him across the universe. No words to assure her. No words to tell her that he wanted her to. It was an unspoken truth.

     “It does, doesn't it?” A feeling overwhelmed her and tensed her insides like a earthquake waiting to happen. She couldn't stop it and she didn't wish to. “I love you.” The breeze had stopped a while ago and the day had proceeded on, unawares, and the rays brushed their skin lightly and warmly.

     “You make it sound as if every other man and woman lied.” He wasn't looking at her. He couldn't return the words. He couldn't return her emotions. She knew she was cursed forever, but it didn't bother her as long as she knew that he loved her. Even if just a little. 

Treasure Island

The cold night approached,
Ever so near.
The ocean waves came closer,
Ever so clear.

Forbidding, ponderous clouds
Of salty mist,
Protect the houses and unknown treasures,
Like a wall of fist.

The desolate peninsula,
Though eerie it looked,
Looked so heavenly beautiful,
Oh, so many breaths it took.

If one didn’t look for it,
One would pass by.
Observant and curious souls
Search the cliffs before a goodbye.

To find and relive,
The forgotten memories
That were left behind,
In the fast-passing centuries.

All of which
Are on,
The almost invisible
“Treasure Island”.

Why do I Keep Having Weird Dreams?

I don't get why I always get dreams that make me think and look for an explanation. The dreams I have are vivid and full of unknown meanings. I know they hold meaning in between their cracks and crevices because they are always so common. When I have a dream, everything seems so real. A second after I wake, I remember it fully and without a doubt. When I fully wake, the dream dissolves and disappears with my sleepiness. I remember only fragments of the almost-memories. Your dreams hold small moments of your memories and the things you remember from your past. Sometimes you have dreams that happen later. Your dreams can be of things you want to happen; maybe you want your crush to kiss you, maybe you want to be the world's greatest rock star. Anything can happen while you're asleep in your own dream land...You can't really control what happens in dreams; you can only watch or act it out.

Remember that if dreaming your dreams is possible, making them happen is just as possible.

Another Odd Dream

I was at my middle school, but I was a lot older. A teacher I know told me to send a message to a teacher at South Pointe (the other school). I had to walk all the way. I didn't even know the teacher, or WHERE South Pointe is.

There usually isn't a huge slope, but there was in my dream. It was so hard! I got to the top, but I realized that I had forgotten the teacher's name. So I slid down the huge slope back down.

I was trudging down to my teacher's classroom, but I saw a few guys. They were throwing things and I got really irritated. (I think they were pretty good looking.) I don't know why or how, but I run up to them and punched out of them square in the face. The other guys all hooted and were all like "Oooohhhhhhhhh...." They guy I hit turned and tried to keep the anger from his face while he said, "Why did you hit me? I don't hit girls." My anger rose. I punched him harder this time, but in the arm. He was furious now. He threw a punch at me, but I held his arm back.

So we basicly punched eachother. He never touched me, though. After a few throws, he got really tired, so he gave up.

Then...everything was blury.

Then we were at someone's house (mine?) and then we were standing and talking...

And then I guess I felt...kinda passionate?

I think I fell in love. I'm not sure, but that's the story.

Weird right? It was so clear when I JUST woke up, but then, I forgot more and more. Then I was in Social Science class, and this guy punched his friend (playfully) and then it struck me. Then I remembered my dream.

It's really weird how dreams are so vivid. But when you wake up, your dreams melt away to nothing, until you see, hear, or taste something that was associated with your dream; then everything floods back!!

Remember: KEEP DREAMIN'!~

New World

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The snow-white unicorn glided over the colorful burst of color, known as a rainbow. The mythical creature's beautiful mane was full of all the colors in the universe. When its hooves touched the vapory surface, the rainbow burst into a nebula, where stars gathered together to form a great, big giant castle. The unicorn galloped across a stone path that led to the majestic castle. The castle's walls were clear, as if nothing were there.
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There was a garden, but like the rest of the young castle, it was invisible. The unicorn dropped its head to the crystal flowers and savored the ever-so-sweet smell of Philligar blossoms. Philligar blossoms came from the planet Shimie in the waters of the Philligar Sea. These blossoms were a blend of cherry blossoms, lavender, vanilla, choco, and lilies. The unique thing about crystal flowers, are that the smell of the flower you think of will overwhelm all the other fragrances. The unicorn raised its head gracefully and called. Its melodic voice filled the dark nothingness; space. A slight breeze brought flower pedals out of no where. When the breeze touched the cystal flowers, the flowers gave a tug and was transformed. One was changed into a pegasus, another into a fair maiden, and others into something different.
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The pink flower pedals landed on each used-to-be flower's hand. The transformed flowers dug a small hole in the soft dirt and carefully set the pedals into the dirt. They covered the pedals and raised their hands, hooves, paws, and legs to the sky. Warm, clear drops of precipitation fell and moistened the dirt. Little green buds squirmed out of the dirt, and touched the stirred air.
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The green buds quickly grew into a small plant, then into a larger one with leaves, and at last, the leaves shedded and the see-through crystal flowers formed. This process only took several seconds, which gave all the rain-bringers a chance to watch the crystal flowers' lives flash before their eyes.
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The pegusi, unicorns, frogs, ladies, knights, princes, dragons, snakes, griffins, and the other enchanted beings followed the stoney path to the open gate of the castle. The gates were made from the finest steel that was unpenetrable from the outside. The handles had special pads that scanned a being's prints to let them in. They all passed through the gates into the vast castle. They galloped, trotted, hopped, flew, walked, sprinted, and slithered into the King's throne room.
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The throne room was not big, but was very decored. Shining gold armor and blades of ice, earth, wind, fire, and water hung on the walls, ready for use. Red, gold, and black banners hung from the high-up ceiling where diamond chandaliers hung, shedding its radiant light all over the room. A throne sat by the wall farthest to them. What was unusual was that no stairs led up to it and it was not cast from gold, silver, bronze, or rubies. It was also level with the floor like all of the other chairs in the not-so-spacious room. The whole room was a masterpiece.
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There was no one sitting on the throne, of course, because none has been selected--yet. The new council of the order selected the unicorn to be their mighty leader, and so they crowned him with a wreath of holy leaves, flowers, and berries and sat him on his throne, a grassy path with the freshest, most green grasses and the brightest, most colorful blossoms.
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The King did not feel all-powerful or even mighty. He wanted to be called Brother and Friend, instead of King. He wanted to be treated normally and not like royalty. So he worked his hardest to earn it.
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The order and the King's bonds of friendship and loyalty were unbreakable; invincible against anyone, or anything that would get between them. He protected them and kept them company, fearing that they would leave him.
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One fine day, there was a horrible shriek from the throne room. Everyone came to see what was going on. What they saw struck them like lightning and tore their hearts apart, having no mercy. They burst out to tears as they saw their wonderful leader, slumped on the grass; lifeless. It was a peaceful death, one that shall change everything. The order mourned for some time, not doing anything, but missing and praying for their King, telling themselves that the King will move on to Heaven.
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Then, on a fine day, similar to the one that held the suprising death of the King, a tremour shook the world, sending fear and helplessness through its citizens. Then, the atmosphere collapsed. The whole world was filled with unbelievable sourness and bitterness. The last feelings of hope evaporated into the still air, and disappeared forever. Their hearts were smashed, once again.
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Once this tremour ended, the citizens gathered in the throne room. One prince spoke, "I say that we select another leader that can help us regain our sense of courage and hope. As wise as an owl, as sharp as an eagle, as full of knowledge as a serpent, as graceful as a heron...One that will lead us and let us thrive and become what we have always been destined to become. One that can not achieve, but overachieve. Not satisfy expectations, but exceed expectations. Someone who is as kind, warm, and determined as our past King." Everyone nodded and gave approval. The one being that can fulfill those requirements was a young ice dragon. His cool-blue scales shone in the dim light like a thousand candles. His eyes were full of courage, heroism, and a future that was like none the citizens would ever have imagined; a better future. They crowned them with an ice crown that was the most handiworked wonder. It could not melt, even in the hottest environments. Two beings, including the prince, led the new King to his damp grass patch.
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The King spoke with a strong voice, that rang and echoed, "I will, indeed, rule and lead like our past King, as best as I can. I believe in a future; a better future. This future can not be reached with just one generation of brave and noble Kings, but many. Many that will continue to do what is right. I am now your leader," he said exactly as the past King had, "I want to be viewed as your Brother and Friend, instead of your King. Our past King shall never be forgotten, or replaced. He was this new world's first King, and the only one that was worthy to have ruled." And at the end of his speech, another tremour unsettled the ground.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Odd Dream

I had a really weird dream...here it is:

My mom, dad, and I are packing up little bags full of toothbrushes, clothing, and blankets. Little sacks barely able to fit a doll. For some reason, we had to walk.

We talked on the side of the freeway all the way. It was tiring...

Then we got to a large mountain. We were almost to the top of the large mountain, then Jesus Christ appeared behind me and he yelled "Let's go get some McDonald handburgers!!"
That was the end...