Short story #2 sperm whales and tennage poker games

Short Story #2 Part 1
#1
In the story, A Presentation of Whales. There were 41 sperm whales that banked upon the central Oregon beach. After a man and women, spotted these magnificent creatures, they contacted the police. The police came right away and contacted the local radio and televisions. From there, they broadcasted it through the whole town and coast range. In a matter of minutes the whole town was they’re, and more to coming every minute that passed.
At first glance they thought they were gray whales, common along the coast, but then they figured it out. These animals were massive, 40-60 feet long, sperm whales. By midnight the beaches were packed, there were federal officers everywhere telling the regular deputies to keep the people back. There where flashlights lighting up the dark and depressing night, drunks walking on the whale’s backs and giggling while they go. Obviously the situation had gotten out of control, and all along there were 41 one dying sperm whales laying on the beach terrified, and soon to take there last breaths.
The scientists from Greenpeace were there, a international organization with a special interest in protecting marine mammals. Neal Langbehn, a federal protection officer from the national marine fisheries service, he denied one of the scientist to start pulling teeth and taking blood samples while they were still alive.
I think he was totally right to, I mean that would be just like torturing a human being, and I see no difference between human or mammal life. There was a rank and acrid smell in the air, and the first rumor of disease was going around.
From the beginning there was a foreboding fear, for the whales. The scientist new they had to do something and they had to do quickly. Just before dawn a second group of Greenpeace volunteers showed up to help. So as the sun started to peak over the mirroring like waves, they decided to tie a rope around the fluke of the whales. Although they new that with just one pull of the rope it could tear a large chunk in there skin, they had to give a chance. So about 50 men grabbed a hold of the rope and tugged as hard as they could. Unfortunately it did not work, and further intensified the whale’s pain. Bruce Mate who was both scientific and the press coordinator, called Coo’s Bay and asked if any ocean bound vessels could come and help give one of these creatures a tug, but no one was interested. If you ask me it didn’t sound like they were any good hearted, caring people down there, and I my self would hate o get injured down there.
After all hope was gone the scientist gave up and went home in a puddle of tears. Over the next six days the scientist drew blood, and took many other samples, thousands of people came to see the dead carcasses. Sunday the scientist drew there last samples, and on Wednesday afternoon the whales were burned to the ground, and a mammoth dump trunk came and to the rest of the ash and bones away forever.
#2
In this story I think the author is trying to explain how he loves the environment, and agriculture. My opinion is that he is trying to reach people who really don’t care about this particular subject and he gets them interested. The way he expresses himself can just garb you and get you interested. Then, once he grabs you he can tell the story, and have another interested person who didn’t care about this subject before and now loves it.
I myself am an animal lover, but I did not know that much about sperm whales. Not only does he tell you what happens in the story, but he also explains everything you need to know about the sperm whale. For example when he is talking about them trying to pull the whale back into the sea, he also explains how there skin Is like tissue paper, and it will tear off just like that. Hen grabbed my attention right from the get go and I think he will do the same for you.
#3
Part 1. I think it is important to read about other people’s lives, because not only is it interesting but also at the same time you get to learn cool stories and usually good advice for life.
Part 2. I think these stories are so popular because their really interesting, sad, and it helps if the writer is very expressive.
Part 3. Yes well there are a lot of times my life were, it can get very interesting and you can learn what NOT to do.

Short story #2 part #2
#1
Well I think that this whole article was not related to what really happens in Athens. I mean not that many teenagers that I know or know of, that play poker at all. There has never been a poker party that I have been invited to or even played in. On the contraire, there probably are many poker games for teenagers happening out there in the real world, and no doubt there drugs and alcohol involved. Because I think they would try to as the "grownups" do, so that automatically brings in alcohol, and usually at any party thing you do these days there is marijuana there.
My opinion on poker is, I don’t think that poker is exactly a bad game, I just think that the things that you add to it came make it into that. So, on that note, first of all it’s a freaking card game, that little kids can play if they want to. Were the bad part comes in at, is when you put money into the game, and start drinking alcohol with it. Personally, I think the reasons that these got added to the game is to make it more competitive.
#2
When you say that out of all of the teenagers that gamble, 50% are likely to binge drink and 75% are likely to smoke marijuana. Where did you get this information?
Why did you decide to write this article, I mean what inspired you. Did you see a big gambling outbreak?
#3
The main idea of the article is about teenage gambling and how it is affecting teens, and because there parents our totally cool with it because they think its keeping them out of trouble, even when it’s not.
#4
Many parents even approve of their teenagers gambling, mostly boys, gambling sine they think it will keep them from using drugs, drinking, or getting introuble from outside the home.
What these parents may not is that the boys and girls who gambled before age 20as likely to become addicted to gambling as those who didn’t, and of teenage gamblers, 50% are likely to binge drink, and 75% are likely to smoke marijuana.
3. Scott Magerer, a father of a 13-year-old boy, has no
problem with staging poker parties for kids. "You can't stop
them, right? Time-outs don't exactly work. At least this is a
controlled environment," he said.

From private to public
By Nicholas Wehunt
Transitioning from private school to public school, was a big change in my life, and it determined who most of my friends are now. Public school showed me the other side of life, and how much easier public school is. In public school the kid’s are more lade back, and academically it’s a breeze. I’ll do my best to explain how private school shields you from the rest of the world.
Now coming from a private school to a public school was a humongous change for me. My neighbor had gone to public school his whole life, and was always telling us how much better it was than prince avenue. For about three years I wanted so badly to go to Hilsman middle school, but my mom wouldn’t let me. Finally, I failed 7th grade at Prince, and got sent to Hilsman. I was ecstatic about going. I couldn’t hold myself together the night before the first day of school.

I woke up that morning for the first day of school, hopped in the shower and got ready. Then my neighbor Patrick came and got me and we were off. I heard many cool things from my neighbor, like fights, free lunch, and pretty girls. Of course he didn’t even get close to warning me about it. I got to my first period and sat down with two guys named Osama and Justin. There my first two acquaintances, and I remember sitting at our table and a group of girls snickering at us. They were drawing some pictures, and I happened to catch one of the pictures out of the corner of my eye. These girls were drawing pictures of Justin and me. They happened to have a picture of my big bulging eyes. I mean that mad me feel terrible inside, I thought about that for the next two weeks.

The teacher comes in; finally first period ends and we walk into the hall. Hear I am walking down the hall, and spot Patrick. I go up and see him and saying, "what’s up", and he introduces me to Kevin killpatrick, and Josh Thomas. The day goes on and I’m fine, then we all go home, what a day. Kevin was a little short brown-headed kid that was fool of energy at all times. Josh Thomas on the other hand was a blonde short kid that loved to curse and destroy things, and also was full of energy.

That weekend I start to hang out with Josh, Kevin, and Pat and become really good friends with them and that’s when the bad seed started to sprout out of me. Later on in the year, I become better acquainted with every one and started to enjoy Hilsman. The year went on and at the end of the 7th grade, in about March, we started to experiment with marijuana. At the time we didn’t know how much trouble we could get in, but we loved it. About two to three days before school ended, we all got busted. My older brother had told his girlfriend what we were doing, -bad idea. She told my mom, and my mom relayed to all the rest of the parents. I didn’t get to see my public school friends the whole summer, it sucked but I had another solution.

That summer I went to Robert’s house, my private school buddy. That’s when I meet Kara Crowe, my new girlfriend. She lived in Robert’s neighborhood, and since I couldn’t smoke weed anymore, I moved on to high-class cigars. Robert and I were always going into his dad’s cigar box and taking his Cubans. About At the end of June that summer, Kara and her parents went to the lake house, and stayed for about a week. The first night they were gone Robert Bob, Alex, and I went over to her house and found one of their spare house keys under a jar in the garage room. We got the key out and entered the house.

All of us were looking around her kitchen and eating their food then went into her room, and panty raided her drawers. We went down stairs and found two big cigar boxes, and they happened to have 50 Cubans in them. We started smoking them, and then we left and took the rest with us, again "bad idea". Later that week I told Kara about us going into her house and she was cool with it. At the end of the week they came home, and her dad went downstairs to enjoy a Cuban. He opened the box and there was nothing there, opened the other box, nothing. He was furious, he called the police and everything. After that he went outside to see were his spare key was, it was gone. Later that next day he started to question Kara, and she cracked, but she ratted Bob, and Alex out. So from there they got into trouble and ratted us out. The rest of the summer I was grounded and with no girlfriend.

So the next school year came rolling around and I was finally free again. Then Josh, Bobby, Jarred and I started to hang out again. "Oh god trouble’s back", but we added some girls to our gang this time. Anna, Sara, Anna and Sara were the same girls who drew the pictures about me in 7th grade, but I forgave them. Josh had been going out with Sara for about a year then, so those two were always with us and the partying started again. All of 8th grade we partied down, we went back to smoking marijuana and as well as that we started to drink to. We did that until the end of the school year when my mom caught us again, of course.

All these events have molded me into a better and more intelligent person, and now I have put my parting days behind me. I hope you have learned through this that isn’t worth it to be a wild teenager, but it sure does make things a bit more exciting. Don’t forget that while all of this was going on, I was still a good student. Well that was my middle school epiphany in a nut shell, just don’t repeat me.