I Am Bullied

I remember standing along with the others

A small girl rejected

I was hiding

I ask myself, why?

It wasn’t the first time this happened

In fact, it happened on a daily basis

Tears flowed down her eyes

I ask myself, why?

The young girl was the same as you

She had feelings

She was a human

The only difference is

All the sorrow and frustration is hand cuffed to her 

Explanation:

This poem is narrated by the victim who conveys the message directly to the reader. The intentions are to expose the true feelings of how the bullied feels. This is shown by the way the girl is neglected and disregarded by her peers. In an act of doubt, she emphasizes the emotions by describing herself as the third person. 

This poem was created by the "Witness" section of the article.

Digital Chapter Summary

In the final chapter of “The Chrysalids,” David, Rosalind and Petra are greeted by the beauty and serene of New Zealand. Throughout their stay, Petra learns to better understand the thought-shapes which allow her, as a character, to develop more maturely and understandingly. With the great power, many of the population pay respect to Petra and rely on her wisdom. As a token of appreciation, the group of David, Rosalind and Petra live lavish lifestyles. However, as dependency becomes the norm, responsibility becomes an essential trait that Petra must pick up. As Petra grows older, soon her powers begin to fade, beginning with the loss of connection with the others in Waknuk. In response, Petra sends out waves of distress throughout the city unaware of her actions. Though the remainders of the group become unreachable, the lives of David, Rosalind and Petra continue. The Characters of this chapter consist of the three figures. Though the chapter is still narrated by David, we thought Petra should be the main component to this chapter as we felt the need to find a good conclusion as to how she is dealt with in New Zealand. As for David and Rosalind, they played a minor role, as their lives would be considered the norm, at last, in this telepathic city. The motif used in this chapter was “lack of personal freedom.” We had used this due to the characters’ experiences of hardship and requirement of concealing their identities which change for the better in their arrival to this new city. Keeping in mind that Petra has become a role model, we knew we had to keep the final chapter in New Zealand. Though we held little regard for the remaining telepathics, we still wanted leeway for the reader to further imagine. 

Digital Chapter

Tribulation

Tribulation, the word feared amongst both religious and atheist people. Due to the sins and greed that has controlled our society of today; God had decided to punish us for these horrible deeds. Controlling what’s left of the natural environment against us. Draughts in where there shouldn’t be. Floods in where water has never known to exist. These were just the examples of the tribulation sent to us by God. Very little of us knew what would be brought upon which caused the wipe out of more than three quarters of the population. What is left lone is the English class of block D. Isolated amongst the forest in UBC, 25 peers and a lone teacher must survive the harsh environments. To the extremes, every block held a different dilemma, whether it was a drastic change in environment or weather. Thankfully, due to the central position of the English class, the 25 students were well protected from the harsh environments outside.

 As the rumbling and howling of the winds slowly started to die, the students began to get curious of what has happened. Slowly gazing out the window, a student is quickly blinded by the blazing light. Covering his eyes with his forearm, he touches the shattered window to find that it was extremely hot. With the room heating up at an alarming rate, the students being to panic. Sprinting out the building, the students find salvation in the forest for it’s’ shade. To their dismay, the forest was burnt to charcoal. The students panted and sighed, catching their breath from the unbearable heat Their hope of salvation was literally burnt to the ground. Quickly they ran off elsewhere until they had decided to scavenge themselves into the local super market. After the short journey they finally approach the automatic doors welcomed by the air conditioning. The students were exhausted and fatigued by the extreme sun. Immediately exploring the aisles, the class found food and water sufficient for their needs. Suddenly the hum of electricity creates a loud boom and the lights shut off aisle by aisle. Next there are slams against the walls and shattering of glass. From the bright lights of this haven, figures are seen approaching slowly towards the classmate in herds. The students all bare the same question, what other life form is this? 

Poem to Juliet

To Juliet,

Juliet, my love for thee is an undying flame of passion

Unexplainable to words

Let it be known as a fiery lust, whose sparks flutter and dance

In a warm summer night

Eternally burning of a desire for you

To be able to one day wrap my arms around thee

Like a koala who hangs onto it’s tree

Only to intend loyal, as it is

Vulnerable without it

Ever most comparable, to myself to you, Juliet

Love, 

Romeo

Restrictions:

1) Cannot use the word "the"

2) The beginning letter of all the sentence combined was intended to make the words "Juliet" and "love."

Response to “All the Troubles of the World”

I thought that the story, “All the Troubles of the World” was very well written and intriguing. What got me really interested was the idea that people lived under a dictatorship government who was not even human. The fact that this computer can store so much data on everyone and outwit humans was a little frightening. To imagine Multivac was capable of recording such a large data base to foresee your possible actions gave me shivers. This computer was so well informed that it would have fallen under the act of invasion of privacy in present time. In contrast, today’s consensus usually questions in general categories that are private information, but not too personal. This story was definitely a great way to have a glimpse of a parallel world.

In my opinion, when I read this story, the very first thought that came to mind was the news article of China wanting to be able to read the Gmail of civilians. What made me relate this news article was that Multivac was to know everything, even if there was to be any criminal intentions or the destruction of Multivac itself. Meanwhile, in the news article, the purpose of the Chinese government accessing others’ Gmail accounts was to read if there were any plots or criticism against the government. Though there may be some similar cases of Multivac to modern government, I think it will be very hard to find anything as drastic.

In this story, I think that the protagonist is Multivac because there is more to sympathize for him as he was created by man to deal with troubles of everyone in the world. Although he may not be a living machine, Multivac developed the feelings and emotions that are displayed in people. With Multivac being the protagonist, mankind should be the antagonist as they were the ones who created it and exclaimed their troubles to it. 

Charlotte's Poem

There was more to her than meets the eye

People mocked her of the very things I loved about her

Her crooked smile spreading a wave of rippling lines across her face

Deep trenches of knowledge and memories edged along her forehead

Always wearing the dark red lipstick which shined like ripened cherries

Her eyes were wide, full of joy and eagerness

Even a sense of craziness

For there was so much to learn about her

She was like abstract art

With many opinions and thoughts about her

There were those who took a first glance and thought they knew it all

Claiming it’s either too wild or unrealistic

As it seem that enthusiasm, was not idealistic

And there were people like myself

Who looked at you from every aspect and knew there was more

More to learn

More to see

More to picture

But most important of all,

More to appreciate 

From, 

Charlotte