A well-krafted origami



This origami is not ordinary,
And is krafted from the finest stationary,
With a 2:1 sheet of my biology notebook,
I folded as my hands trembled and shook,
As the end of the school day was at hand,
I held up the legend from MSJ Band,
I have finally won,
For I have finally got it done.



The Origin of Niagara Falls

The Origin of Niagara Falls

Once upon a time,
In the Land of Above,
There was a Mother and a Father,
Who ruled with tough love,

Their children went to Heaven High,
And flexed their straight As,
They would study every moment they got,
For minutes to hours to days,

Niogre was the son,
With an ugly face,
A large, brown stomach,
One who never made haste,

Nia was the daughter,
Small, weightless, with a heart,
Her parents were extremely proud,
As they considered her very smart,

But one fateful day,
A day of sorrow and woe,
Both children received B+s,
Which is not too bad, I know,

But for the proud, stern parents,
This could not happen again,
They had to teach them a lesson,
They’d committed a deadly sin,

The Father roared a mighty roar,
Lifted the many pounds,
He hefted Niogre and Nia,
And threw them through the clouds,

They fell and fell through the air,
They wish they’d given a confession,
Nia floated slowly to the ground,
But Niogre left a depression

The ground gave way to his weight,
Paving the way for a cliff,
the stones were sharp and jutted,
and the edge of the rock was stiff,

Nia and Niogre were saddened together,
In pain and in quite a daze,
their brains were disoriented,
and their vision was in a haze

But both heard the scream of their father,
it caused them both to turn,
he said, “you scum of children”
“only one of you shall return!”

“With your magical powers,
and your mighty features,
you must outdo each other,
in making magnificent creatures!”

“These creatures must live forever!
A race of success and glory,
they must have the best qualities,
that place them in this story!”

The Father’s thunder stopped,
And Niogre clutched his face,
the siblings had little time,
to create the superior race,

Niogre got to work immediately,
and used his large, misshapen hands,
he worked to create the fiercest force,
that had ever been seen in these lands,

But Nia, the clever Nia,
she thought of many things,
she eventually chose a creature of beauty,
one with a beak and a pair of wings

Both created several herds,
In their habitats,
Nia made a flock of birds,
Niogre, a horde of cats,

At first, Nia laughed,
“You think you can cross the line?
Beat my cardinals, robins, woodpeckers,
With your filthy feline?”

Niogre smiled an ugly grin,
“Imma disrupt the peace,
My lynx, cougar, and jaguar,
Are far better than your geese!”

Nia laughed in his face,
“Out of ten, you’re a four,
You should probably realize,
That our parents love me more!”

The Father heard this go on,
And his voice was hard and rocky,
“I’m not beaming up a little fool
Who has gotten far too cocky!”

And so Niogre won the battle,
Forcing Nia to her fears,
Out of her pair of eyes,
Came a river of tears

She cried and cried and cried,
Sobs, hollers, and bawls,
Her tears filled the depression
Creating Niagara Falls,

She shook and shook,
Now there was none to appease,
Her hair fell from her scalp,
And made the many trees

Out of her spite, Nia made a pledge
Her creativity was finally bloomin’,
She made a creature of grace, smarts, talent,
And called it “the glorious human”

By putting four limbs together,
She caused this sudden upheaval,
Created a race of amazing beings,
Morally good but evil,

The first tribe of Nia’s humans,
Known as the Ongui-nia-hara,
They resided on the shores,
Of the falls of Niagara

These Natives carried a rich culture,
They committed many a vice,
A common cultural custom to see,
Was their annual sacrifice

The humans eventually branched out,
Spread out far and wide,
Across the Earth they went,
There were no laws to abide,

They invented fire and weapons of death,
Corruption in every mind,
It was a rarity to find a human,
Who was morally right and kind

Nia, now Mother Nature, saw this occur,
The various inventions of tools,
The human condemned their own planet,
By burning the fossil fuels,

But in Niagara Falls,
The tribe was truly pure,
For the filth everywhere else,
Nia wasn’t quite sure,

This nefarity of humankind,
Slowly, slowly, unfurled,
Nia’s beautiful creation,
Was now the destruction of the world

And there was the origin of those lands,
The lands of Niagara Falls,
The sound of the water cascading down,
Is the sound of Nia’s calls,

She regrets the creation of human,
They lack the mind to quit,
Nia would emphasize the need,
Of life; to preserve it

The moral of this tale is,
Treat our world kindly,
Don’t be too ignorant nor too cocky,
And treat others very finely

And so ends the story,
Of what nature calls,
The origins of species,
Within Niagara Falls


William Jennings Bryan

Here’s a taste of US history!

William Jennings Bryan’s idea for the way that the awful economic status of the United States would be resolved was to insert another metal currency into the current gold dominance of that time. He desired to enact the Free Silver Movement, which would increase revenue of farmers by introducing silver into the economy. It would also reduce the government’s reliance on gold. By helping the laborers and farmers, the wage gap would decrease and the situation of the economy would better. Whereas the addition of silver would reduce its own value in the long run, it would direct sole reliance on gold to a more reliable combination of silver and gold. The national income tax he also proposed would take money from the rich and give it to the poor, improving the common laborer’s quality of life and bridging the US wage gap.


A Collection of Music

Hey guys! As junior year of high school begins, I would like to share a plethora of music that I personally listened to throughout the last decade of my life. I hope to discover/share more amazing pieces in the future, but if you want some sweet, dulcet tones for now, check out these links!

Undertow by John Mackey

Symphonic Suite by Clifton Williams

Ride of the Valkyries by Richard Wagner

1812 Overture by Pyotr Tchaikovsky

The Avenger’s Theme by Alan Silvestri

Zigeunerweisen performed by Rafael Mendez

The Ayres of Agincourt by Richard Meyer

Satiric Dances by Norman Joio

Transcendent Journey by Rossano Galante

National Anthem of the USSR

Vapaussoturin Valloituslaulu




Origami Caesar (Planet of the Apes)

This origami model was folded right after viewing the fantastic finale to the best movie trilogy of this decade. War of the Planet of the Apes inspired me to design this model, and I think it turned out pretty good. I folded it from a 16×16 grid and a ten inch square sheet of paper. Caesar not like Koba. Apes. Together. Strong. 

Origami Dragon

This origami dragon was designed and folded by me. I used a ten inch square of green kami, and the base is a regular bird base with pleats folded in the middle. I also put one of my origami Links on the back of the dragon just for giggles. The origami link was folded by me with a post-it note during my ACT test prep class. This was just a fun, quick fold, and I am sorry for not posting in like three months.

Drowned in the Unknown

A poem inspired by Holocaust survivor, Lilly Black (interview).

A new lily, comely and pristine,
Youthful and truly untouched,
to observe the first of what changed her life,
Religion to her body was clutched,

She saw the people being herded like cattle,
But why? Why were they being sent away?
Doubting all answers and ideas given,
No matter what her parents would say.

And soon she too was among the “lesser”,
Which she had questioned if they truly were worse,
but they must be, all Jews and herself,
She believed the people mouthed them a curse.

Why didn’t these observers do anything?
They let these soldiers shove us around,
Caged upon trains like meat sent for transport,
as the silent watchers stared to the ground.

Drowned into the black of unknown,
Constantly doubting her only kin’s life,
Robbed of her culture before the dark set,
Her dreams were slain and flame set to her strife.

Her finger scratched, was her life to be gone?
Her sister taken, was her soul as well?
The woeful unknown enveloped her so,
The circumstance naught but a frightening hell.

For the unknowingness was horrendous,
She never knew of her fate,
or what went through other people’s minds,
or if this pain were ever sate.

By Shivang Shelat

The Journeys of Fear and Sorrow

Have you read Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton? Read on to learn about the symbolic journeys and references pertaining to the rooting of fear and the embarking of sorrow!

The Greek philosopher Aristotle once said, “He who has overcome his fear will truly be free.” If one’s fears are quenched, he begins a new journey of sorrow. He is no longer cemented in place and is liberated. Alan Paton’s novel, Cry, the Beloved Country, maps the circumstances of various conflicted characters in South Africa who are shadowed by fear. Fear roots people in place, while sorrow enriches people and allows them to embark on a new journey.

The rooting of fear is demonstrated in Paton’s symbolism, which reflects the bigger picture of the detriment that can be caused by dread and the arrival at an understanding that is derived from sorrow. Using imagery and personifications of light and dark, Paton describes the valley of Umzimkulu as “still in darkness, but the light will come…. For it is a dawn that has come, as it has come for a thousand centuries, never failing” (312). The darkness cast over Umzimkulu represents the rooting shadow of fear, bringing impoverishment to the people upon the land. Paton shows that the light will eventually appear, showing that the arrival at understanding brings positivity as well as potent to rebuild. The coming of light that never fails represents the quenching of fear through enrichment; once one learns the truth, their fears are confirmed to be true. The dreaded thoughts dissolve, replaced by sorrow. All they can do is embark on a journey that includes rebuilding as much as possible. The link of this symbolism to Kumalo’s relationship with his son, Absalom, is the fear that clouds his mind as he travels from place to place, trying to catch leads on his child’s whereabouts. The detriment caused by the fear is the growing uncertainty of Absalom’s deeds that grow in Stephen’s mind. The dread slowly grows whilst Stephen cannot do anything but search more and more to quench his fears; he is rooted in place. When Stephen learns of the crime committed by Absalom and the death sentence granted to him, there is nothing he can do to prevent the hanging. The sorrow that replaces the fear is now a journey of rebuilding his relationship with his son. Through letters, communication within the family is restored, and Absalom expresses his sadness for leaving his village and giving in to the corruption of Johannesburg (274). Kumalo’s arrival at sorrow is represented through the letters because of the rebuilt relationship he now has with his son. Sorrow sprouted from the fear, bringing positivity and renewed sense into Stephen Kumalo’s life.

Prior to Stephen Kumalo’s ascension into sorrow, Father Vincent describes the transition of fear to sorrow along with potential of Kumalo’s journey, “…your anxiety turned to fear, and your fear turned to sorrow. But sorrow is better than fear. For fear impoverishes always, while sorrow may enrich” (140). Kumalo now knows of the potential of sorrow and the rebuilding process that could occur now that his fear is quenched. He begins to strengthen relations with his son after Vincent put forward a metaphor that sheds light on the enrichment that could happen. “When a storm threatens, a man is afraid for his house… but when the house is destroyed, there is something to do. About a storm he can do nothing, but he can rebuild a house” (140). The house represents the link between Stephen and Absalom Kumalo; Stephen fears what his son has done. When the son is eventually condemned, all his father can do is repair their relationship. Rather than being rooted in place and suffocated with anxiety, Father Vincent manages to prod Kumalo into “rebuilding the house”, or the fractured kinship that they carried together years prior. This metaphor represents a new journey of experience and learning. The parallel of this to Kumalo is the rebuilt relationship with his son after he is sentenced to be hanged. Stephen Kumalo is no longer rooted and can move on – he does what he can before his son dies. He could do nothing that would save his son from condemnation besides repair their fractured relationship, which is learned by the arrival of sorrow.

As shown by Alan Paton’s novel, Cry, the Beloved Country, Kumalo’s journey through fear and into sorrow with his son is depicted through symbolic language and his father-son relationship. Fear is shown as a flood of anxiety holding one in place whereas sorrow is an arrival that quenches the fear and can lead to enrichment. Absalom Kumalo’s fate and rejuvenated connection with his father depicts the rebuilding that has occurred following the journey of fear and ascension into sorrow. The characters are rooted in place by fear whereas pushed forward by the coming of sorrow.