Once there was a boy with cake for eyes
Anyone he would meet would say that’s sweet
But he wouldn’t say the same
For all he feels is pain
They took him to a doctor
And they told him the full story
Of how he got cake for eyes.
He was at a birthday
For this day was his worst day
He was getting cake,
And when he cut a slice
He saw some mice.
Aghast he threw his pie
On his eyes
All he sees is whipped cream and his dream
To not have cake for eyes.
I haven’t found many opportunities to write recently, but that is because I have been through a big moving process in my life. In the past few months I have been helping my family move to Bergen. I have been living here for the past three weeks and am adjusting to the new experience. I am going to the Kristi Krybbe Skole, which is theoldest school in all of Scandinavia. I was going to attend in an international school, but my parents decided to immerse me in the Norwegian culture and language. The instruction in my school is all in Norsk. I get by, but it is difficult. The other kids are really nice and know almost fluent English. That is great because it makes it easier to make new friends!
Our house is on the side of a beautiful mountain known as the Floyen. There are many paths up the mountain, but my favorite is known as Tippe Tue. Instead of a paved way up the mountain, it is a gravel path that passes by many mini waterfalls. At the top of the Floyen there is a magnificent view of the whole city of
Bergen, which is a long and rigorous hike up.
The adjustment from America to Norway is probably the hardest thing that I have experienced so far. The two countries are relatively similar to each other compared to other nations, but the hardest thing to adjust to is the new language. Norsk is a very unique language, for it is not in anyway similar to English or any of the romance languages. It has three extra letters (å, ø, æ) in it’s alphabet. I have a Norsk tutor that helps me learn this new language. I will be putting in some sentences that are in Norsk, so stay tuned for a little puzzle!
In the past few weeks I have been reading some interesting books. The titles are Lord of the Flies by William Golding and The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt. I decided to write about these books because they left a big impression on me. Even though the books don’t directly talk about it, each of these unique novels present a picture of reality where in the world is truly unfair.
The Lord of the Flies takes place in the Pacific Ocean during the second World War. This novel is about a group of boys stranded on an island trying to survive. In the story of The Lord of the Flies, the boys become savages controlled by an evil force that they think is on the island with them. But they were so wrong. The evil force they feared is in all of us. It is the evil within. It feeds off of a hunger for power. In the book, all of the boys had a chance to work together, but the pursuit of power turned them into savages.
This book had many impactful scenes. The scene that left the most impact on me was when Simon had a hallucination. This critical scene takes place in front of a pig’s head. The boys who had turned into savages left this pig’s head as a sacrifice for the “beast” they think is on the island. This is the moment when Simon talks to the pig head which is a symbol for the “Lord of the Flies”. In his hallucination Simon realizes that the real “Lord of the Flies” is the evil that lurks within everyone. He is soon violently murdered by the boy savages. This made me furious because he understood everything, but it didn’t matter. Even if you know things, the world is still injust.
I also noticed a similar problem when I read the Wednesday Wars. These books are in different time periods, but there is still the same problem of injustice. I noticed that people’s values are very different to people’s today. The main character Holling, who is seventh grade, had a dad who didn’t care about his family and only cared about his business. He kept pushing Holling to inherit it and that is what his life will be. Holling’s sister however never got any respect. Her father said she can’t go to college, and she will work for him. Holling’s sister went to California to find herself against her father’s will, and her dad pronounced that she isn’t his daughter and he should not help her. If Holling hadn’t sent her money, she would have been stuck in California with no place to stay and no money. This novel made me see that even though women are strong and good people, they were treated unfairly throughout history.
Cruelty is like a permanent stain on humankind. By reading these books I learned that it doesn’t matter if you are a man or a woman or a boy or a girl of any race, you can still be cruel and people can be cruel to you. The human race can change, but it will take more than a hunger for power to help us.
When I was celebrating my grandparent’s 50th anniversary, I wrote them a special poem. I thought of our family tree when writing it. The poem’s name uses a promise as a metaphor for the seed of the great tree.
Fifty years ago a seed was planted. That seed was a promise. Nobody thought much of that seed. Hundreds of seeds are planted everyday. But this one was unique.
From that seed grew trust and love. That seedling became a sapling, and that sapling became a family. And after time the sapling grew into a great tree.
A great tree is our legacy. When the wind whips and moans, a devastating gust hits the tree, the roots provide strength and hope. When the sky goes dark, the tree is a safe haven for all things. On a hot summer day, it’s leaves are a shady refuge protecting us. A tree is life and growth. Nana and Grandpa are our roots and structure. They are our tree.
All great trees bear fruit. We are the next generation, and we are also promises.
by Jude Morgan
May 13, 2017
Here is a video that celebrates the promise of our family.