“5 minutes till landing”

At home the war was a huge topic, some people would be horrified that the nazi’s could come marching through at any moment, others like my mother would just calmly go about their day like nothing was happening, then there were people like dad who wouldn’t let this war slip by without a fight…..I never thought that I would be one of the soldiers on the frontlines

“4 minute’s till landing”

I miss dad, I wish I could have said goodbye. They shipped me off so fast that I couldn’t make it to the hospital in time. I hope he’s proud of me up there.

“3 minutes till landing”

I wonder how wyatt is doing up in russia, last I saw of him, he was with the brit’s for specialized training. I hope to god that when this is all over, he’s ok.

“2 minutes till landing”

Mom must be terrified, knowing that her two darling boy’s are sent out to the killing fields. In the papers we would see pictures of nazi weaponry recovered by the soldiers and it was terrifying.

“1 minute till landing”

Oh god! I feel weak, like there is no hope for us. We are the forsaken few, god please guide and protect us with your ever watchful eyes.

“50 seconds till landing!”

The rifle hanged heavy as I feel the boat rocking violently back and forth. It’s been a hard month on the sea.

The cold metal makes my hands numb as the boat shakes more violently as we reach ever closer to our destination.

I hope to god that my rifle doesn’t jam, it shouldn’t jam.

“20 seconds to landing!” I can’t believe we are so close.

A hand taps my shoulder; “hey man, ya wanna smoke?”

Nah, I don’t smoke. But… what the hell. I’m about to get shot at anyway. What’s one cigarette gonna do to me.

Last night was one hell of a party.

The cigarette ash scorched my throat.

The soothing feeling of pain acts almost like a painkiller, prepping my lungs for the hell coming my way.

“10 seconds till landing!”

“Alright men! We are the first battalion out”

“We were trained for this exact moment!” but were we trained enough?

“We are the last line of defence!”

Adrenalin pumped through my blood, the pounding of cannons, the roaring hail of gunfire, this is war. I rushed through the trenches, holding on to my rifle as if it were my own child. The ringing of mortar fire smashed into my ears as I realized what was coming, I had to get to cover. I dove into the nearest ditch I could find, I laid down as close to the ground as possible and hoped I would survive. The mortars slammed into the ground, causing the whole area to shake like hell. I lifted myself off of the damp ground and ran. I sprinted through the darkened trenches until I found a ladder leading up to the tops of the trenches. Up top I saw black smoke, flowing freely from the buildings out in the distance and then, I saw a man. He was rushing forward gun at the ready, I took aim and fired. As soon as the bullet left the barrel, his body dropped like a sack full of bricks; then a bright flash blinded me. I then saw , “Your team has won the match.”

I pulled myself up out of my old, rickety office chair , a cool wave runs down my sweat-soaked back. My chair was coated in a thick layer of glossy sweat, the early morning sunlight blazing off of it. I slip on a plain white undershirt, the soft fabric sticking to my back. I stare blankly at the pillar in between the only two windows in my room before I came to my senses and started my way to my room door, my legs wobbling like jelly the entire way. I firmly grip the handle of my room door and robotically push it down, the door reluctantly slid open and out I stepped into the pitch black hallway.

The games I play are my only relief to the dreary life I lead.whenever I play them my worries melt away into a far off land. The pain and utter boredom bestowed upon me by reality is washed away like water on dirt. The daily addiction I participate in runs me dry of responsibility. The freedom from reality is my only lifeline to this world.

Slate post #3

For my agent of change I asked my classmates to help design a poster that showed what they feel this generation means to them. I picked the poster because i was inspired by ben and his poster. I chose to have my classmates draw on it instead of me because I wanted them to show everyone what they think.

The experience was fun, everyone, everyone was interested. people drew pictures of social media and hashtags. I hope that people will see this poster and decide to dig into this some more.

Reflection:

This entire project has been a variable Whirlwind of confusion and sheer pain and annoyance. I struggled a lot to stay on top of my work and to balance this project with the 20 other projects I had this quarter. I have learned nothing from this project and it has nearly ruined a friendship I had spent this entire year building up.

Slate post 2

In my original research I asked many questions that pertained to my main topic. The questions I asked where about politics, video games and music.  Here are the results. The results say that most Generation Z plays video games and their daily average play time is between 30 mins to 1 hr.

Sean

Tengo una madre y un padre

Soy hijo unico

No se de donde es mi familia

Vivo en filadelfia

My project is about Generation Z and the story behind it. Generation Z was born in between 1990-95 to 2000-10. Gen Z is one of the most confusing and muddled generations in history so far, and i’m here to untangle this story.

Part 1

What is Gen Z.

Gen Z has one of the most insane and confusing stories in modern history (so far). This story is important because this is the story of me. But before we get into that story, what exactly is Gen Z. While Gen Z has no real solid data on it, there is a basic consensus on what Gen Z is like. Gen Z has a very short attention span, they are great multi-taskers, very entrepreneurial, and they value individuality. This is what the typical Gen Z person is like. The average age range of your typical Gen Z Person is 7-21.

I made the slide based off of my interests. I based it off of space and sci-fi. I picked the background because I wanted a space picture. I picked the color of the words so that they were visible against the background. The title is large because it is important.