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Socrates

Socrates of Athens, a Greek philosopher was born in c.470 BCE in Alopece and died in 399 BC. Socrates is known to be one of the most famous philosophers in history for his contribution to the development of ancient Greek philosophy. Socrates was found guilty for lacking respect for the God’s and corrupting the youth. He was sentenced to death and took authority of his own execution by consuming the poisonous plant hemlock. Here are some quotes I’ve found from Socrates. 

“Know thyself”, to know who you are from deep within

“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down”, the people around you who really care about you asking how you are and how you’re doing are the ones who can break those walls down.

Themes

One of my most recent posts was associated with an article from the NZ Herald, “We’re Going On A Holiday“. The article talks about mothers telling their children their going on a holiday to prevent them from knowing about war. The top half of the table is how I think of when talking about these themes. The lower half is how I think Ukrainian refugees in the article might feel when talking about these types of topics.

Sacrifice, family, hope and kindness 

Alma

 

I jump everywhere staying cautious of the slippery alleyway full of snow and ice. I notice other people’s names written on a wall. I pick up a piece of chalk lying down on the ground. I write my name on the wall. I drop the chalk gazing at all the other names written on the wall. A squeaky sound comes from behind me, I turn around to find a random doll looking exactly like me. With confusion I walk up to the window wiping the ice trying to get a better look at the doll. I look at my clothes comparing them to what the doll has, they’re exactly the same. I look back up at the doll just to see it has gone from my sight. I look through the window trying to find my twin doll. I suddenly find it in the middle of the shop. I shake the rusty of the old doll shop trying to get in, no luck. With disappointment I stop on the soft snow about to walk away. I decide to make a snowball out of anger and throw it at the shut door. I walk away hearing a door creak open with a bell chiming, I turn to the shop. The door’s opened itself.

I quickly rush back to the old shop pushing the fancy door, I stand at the doorway for a while before stepping inside. Slowly walking across the tiled floors, I look at all the other creepy dolls. I find my look-a-like doll in the middle of the shop. I walk faster trying to reach for the doll. I accidentally step on another toy turning it on. A boy on a bicycle, the squealing noise from the toy lying on the ground damages my ears. I bend down picking up the old toy, putting it up right. I watch as the toy bikes their way to the open door. As it makes its way to the door, it suddenly shuts leaving the toy banging back and forth. I smile while getting back up. I turn to the doll just to see it disappears again. I look under the table, I look up on a shelf, there it is. I climb up on one of the couches shuffling the dolls around me. I bite down on my mitten, taking it off while trying to reach for the toy once again. I touch the nose of the doll. It’s gone black.

I scream wondering what’s happening around me, I get dizzy. Baby dolls with no eyes is all I see. Am I having a nightmare? I’m scared, what’s happening? I open my eyes with shock. It seems as if I’m wearing glasses, everything looks so circular. I look everywhere with only creepy, old dolls staring at me, even though they can’t move. It seems as if I’m not on the ground, why does it look like I’m on the shelf where my look-a-like doll is. Wait, have I become…the doll? Is that why I’m seeing things differently? Is that why I feel stiff? I feel like crying but I can’t. I can hear ticking beside me. It’s so loud, I want to scream so badly, I want to go home. I noticed another doll descending from a shelf where my look-a-like doll had also been displayed. And so the doll stands as it waits for its next victim.

Role On The Wall

An article from the NZ Herald called “We’re Going On A Holiday” was about mothers from Ukraine fleeing with their children to a safer country. Since the children don’t know what’s going on around them, the mothers told them that they’re going on a holiday to prevent their children from knowing about the war and effecting their lives.

The grey words on the inside represent how I believe the child is feeling and the blue words on the outside tell us why the child is feeling those ways.

 

High Flying Giraffe

                                             

White shiny tiles everywhere reflect my amazing self. Giraffe clip clopping through the hallways in rhythm. I smell chlorine? “Eugh yuck,” I murmur to myself. The floor is freezing cold, how can anyone walk on such ice? I notice my friend Harold stopping to look at a white toy hanging on the wall. Harold was always such an odd giraffe. Walking up a spiral ramp the floors are still ice cold, we suddenly stop, ears flapping, tails wagging. A giraffe appears out of nowhere getting lowered down by a swing, how weird. One by one, giraffe starts galloping to a diving board, hopping onto the giraffe’s chin twisting into all sorts of tricks. Waiting for my turn, I gaze at everyone’s tricks whilst giggling at the upside down giraffe. It becomes my turn, a whole bunch of scenarios pop into my head making me overwhelmed.

I gallop towards the diving board, shaking like a human whose about to give a presentation to the whole world. I jump onto the giraffe’s chin then SPLASH! I dive into the water doing such an awesome, unique trick, despite the fact that nearly every giraffe did the same thing before me, let’s also ignore the fact that I nearly drowned. Bubbles surrounding me while I’m suffering with water in my ears, not to mention the water being freezing cold. For a moment I believe I am swimming in the North Pole. Swimming away from where I land so I’m not crushed by all these other wannabe professional divers. I think my stomach just flipped upside down.

I swim to the end of the pool hoping that I won’t drown mid-way. I slowly rise out of the water without hearing anything apart from muffled splashing, my nose is blocked near to the point where I’m close to tears. While recovering from that near death experience Harold is somehow wanting to jump off again, How can one be so daring to do THAT again? I say, “I’m not a daredevil unlike you…bye.” I think again and decide to go once more. Another giraffe descends down on a swing, however he’s hanging in front of the smaller diving board which means I can dive from that board. Up another spiral ramp, I make sure I’m first so everyone, especially Harold, can see how cool I am. I run, doing everything I did the first time, SPLASH! I rise again out of the water with my head spinning around like a wacko. I clip clop on my way to the exit just to find giraffe’s bending down drinking CHLORINE?! Even Harold’s drinking it…I might as well go for it, “BLAH, how can anyone drink this?” I complain, spitting out the water on Harold. I’ll just leave before they do anything crazier.