Sunday, May 6, 2007
Act 2 - Scene 1
Oberon and Titania, the King and queen of the faries, are fighting over a little boy. Oberon, the king, sends puck to go and get a type of flower that makes people fall in love with the next person that they saw. Oberon wants to put some of the flower on Titania so that she will fall in love with someone else, so it will be easier to take the boy. In the human world, Helena is chasing after Demetrious because she is in love with him. Demetrious is triing to drive her off, but it is not working. Oberon feels bad for Helena and tells puck to apply some of the flower onto Demetrious.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Act 1 - Scene 2
In act two the actors that are going to perform at theseus's wedding are starting to plan out their play. There are six actors, one of them (Bottoms) is a major show off and thinks that he is the best actor ever. As the director is handing out parts of the play bottoms wants to play every part. The scene ends with bottom showing off to the other actors of how he can be a lion.
Act 1 - Scene 1
In act one scene one Egeus went to the Duke of Athens in need of help. He needed help with his daughter Hermia. Hermia wants to marry Lysander, but her father Egeus, wants her to marry Demetrius. Both men are very worthy but Hermia and Egeus have two different opinion. After the Duke hears both sides of the story, he takes Egeus, Demetrius and his own wife Hippolita aside so that they can talk it over. Hermia and Lysander are left behind in the courtyard where they come up with a plan to run away and to get married. They tell Helena their plan trusting her that she wouldn't say anything. After Hermia and Lysander leave Helena comes up with a plan to tell Demetrius There plan. The scene ends with Helena figuring out a plan to get them in trouble.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Ghost Story
A couple years back, when I was about ten, my family and I went camping. We went to Lanikuhonua which is out in Ko'Olina. It is a privately owned piece of property, so we were the only ones camping there. We were also joined by 5 other families, all close to ours. Lanikuhonua is like a small Kapi'olani park; its a big open field that is right on the beach, with pal trees and KuKui nut trees. There is electricity but only in certain areas, and most of the time the lights are off.
One night all the dads went toot the UH football game and all the moms went into town to go out to dinner. There were six boys left behind to fend for themselves. Me along with five of my good friends sat around the camp fire and pondered on what to do. After about 30 m minutes of sitting there thinking and talking story we all decided to play flash light tag. We decided to play partners, Kyle and Taylor were "it", so the other to pairs went of and hid. Thurston and I went up the parking lot. As we were up there we kept hearing strange noises, things neither of us have ever heard before. I had a chilling feeling through out my body, and I always had this sensation to look behind us. There were only three cars in the parking lot that night: a small car, a van, and a truck, lined up in that order. After a few minutes we went and hid in between the van and the truck. This whole time we were hiding I still had this chill in my body. Literally a minute after we hid behind the van Kyle and Taylor came running up the driveway from the park. They look towards us, and took off running back into the park. I looked at Thurston and said, "That was weird. Why didn't they look for us?" He shrugged his shoulders quietly. After about another five minutes of waiting, we went back down to the camp site. Nobody was around, nobody was running around, nobody was screaming and having a good time, nobody was sitting by the camp fire sippin' on cokes, everybody was gone. we went to Kyle's tent where we found the other four boys sitting there just talking and eating cheetos. When they saw us they had this surprised, like Oh my god, look on there face.
"Did you see it" they asked.
"See what?" I replied.
"The man behind you, in the parking lot. The man with the pipe in his hand, behind the truck. How could you not see him, he was standing right behind you." I looked at Thurston and he looked at me. We both had a oh my god there was a ghost behind us look, but at the same time bummed that we didn't see it. We stood up outside of the tent and looked toward the parking lot, and off in the distance now inside the park, was a white figure with what looked like a long hard object in his hand, walking in our direction. I ducked my head inside the tent and told the guys to look. When my head reappeared from he tent, along with four other heads, the figure was gone. We sat in the tent for the rest of the night talking about what just happened and what it could of been. That whole three and a half hours till the adults came back was the most exciting yet scary three and half hours of my life.
One night all the dads went toot the UH football game and all the moms went into town to go out to dinner. There were six boys left behind to fend for themselves. Me along with five of my good friends sat around the camp fire and pondered on what to do. After about 30 m minutes of sitting there thinking and talking story we all decided to play flash light tag. We decided to play partners, Kyle and Taylor were "it", so the other to pairs went of and hid. Thurston and I went up the parking lot. As we were up there we kept hearing strange noises, things neither of us have ever heard before. I had a chilling feeling through out my body, and I always had this sensation to look behind us. There were only three cars in the parking lot that night: a small car, a van, and a truck, lined up in that order. After a few minutes we went and hid in between the van and the truck. This whole time we were hiding I still had this chill in my body. Literally a minute after we hid behind the van Kyle and Taylor came running up the driveway from the park. They look towards us, and took off running back into the park. I looked at Thurston and said, "That was weird. Why didn't they look for us?" He shrugged his shoulders quietly. After about another five minutes of waiting, we went back down to the camp site. Nobody was around, nobody was running around, nobody was screaming and having a good time, nobody was sitting by the camp fire sippin' on cokes, everybody was gone. we went to Kyle's tent where we found the other four boys sitting there just talking and eating cheetos. When they saw us they had this surprised, like Oh my god, look on there face.
"Did you see it" they asked.
"See what?" I replied.
"The man behind you, in the parking lot. The man with the pipe in his hand, behind the truck. How could you not see him, he was standing right behind you." I looked at Thurston and he looked at me. We both had a oh my god there was a ghost behind us look, but at the same time bummed that we didn't see it. We stood up outside of the tent and looked toward the parking lot, and off in the distance now inside the park, was a white figure with what looked like a long hard object in his hand, walking in our direction. I ducked my head inside the tent and told the guys to look. When my head reappeared from he tent, along with four other heads, the figure was gone. We sat in the tent for the rest of the night talking about what just happened and what it could of been. That whole three and a half hours till the adults came back was the most exciting yet scary three and half hours of my life.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Personal Response
Every year when my family and I go to Snowmass it always seems that skiers extremely dislike snowboarders. Most of the time it is adult skiers that dislike the boarders. Usually it is the mid-age male boarders that the skiers dislike because they are so crazy. On the slopes the boarders are very reckless and go speeding by everybody. Sometimes it really irritates the skiers because skiers are more of the, take you time-go slow-enjoy it, type. Boarders on the other hand are more the go fast-beat everyone down the hill-speed by everybody type. There are some mountains that are for skiers only and no boarders are allowed.
I personally think that t hat this is unfair because it is like a stereotype against boarders. Anytime I am riding down the mountain and pass a skier, they always give me this stick-eye look, like this what is you problem/what are you doing here, look. The worst is in line to get on the chair lift. When standing in line for the lift the people in each line must alternate letting people through. When my friends and I (who are all boarders) stand in line, adult skiers don’t let us in. they always follow the people in front of them real close so that there is no room for us to jump in line. The only way for us to get in line is to either, jus go in line and cut in front of them, or if there are other boarders that let us in. Another reason I think that it is unfair is because there are young skiers that are jus as bad or even worse.
I think that there is a personal battle between boarders and adult skiers that rages in the mountains. Although I think it is unfair I don’t really mind it. They can think what they want and I’ll jus mind my own business. I don’t know them and they don’t know me, the only thing we know about each other is that I’m a punk boarder and they are older skiers that complain about everything.
Even though we don’t like each other, I still have a great time and look forward to next year.
I personally think that t hat this is unfair because it is like a stereotype against boarders. Anytime I am riding down the mountain and pass a skier, they always give me this stick-eye look, like this what is you problem/what are you doing here, look. The worst is in line to get on the chair lift. When standing in line for the lift the people in each line must alternate letting people through. When my friends and I (who are all boarders) stand in line, adult skiers don’t let us in. they always follow the people in front of them real close so that there is no room for us to jump in line. The only way for us to get in line is to either, jus go in line and cut in front of them, or if there are other boarders that let us in. Another reason I think that it is unfair is because there are young skiers that are jus as bad or even worse.
I think that there is a personal battle between boarders and adult skiers that rages in the mountains. Although I think it is unfair I don’t really mind it. They can think what they want and I’ll jus mind my own business. I don’t know them and they don’t know me, the only thing we know about each other is that I’m a punk boarder and they are older skiers that complain about everything.
Even though we don’t like each other, I still have a great time and look forward to next year.
Snowmass
Every spring break my family and I travel to Snowmass Colorado to go skiing and snowboarding. Snowmass is about 10 minutes away from Aspen, and about four hours away from Denver. The lowest point of Snowmass is an Area called Two Creeks with an elevation of 8,223 ft. The highest point is called the Cique Head wall. That has an elevation of roughly 12,400 ft. Snowmass is a great place to take the family on a trip because it is so safe, and convenient. The mountain is HUGE and has a wide variety of runs.
On the mountain there are three different levels of runs. Green, usually at the bass of the mountain is for beginners and is the easiest type of run. Greens are flat wide trails that are easy for kids to learn how to ski and board. The next level is Blue. Blues are all throughout the mountain. Some blues are harder then others but most of the time they are the same. Blues have a combination of steep, and flat terrain. Blues are wide trails with trees on each side. The majority of the mountain is made up of blues and no matter what level skier you are; you will have a good time. The next level is Black. These are more advanced runs and are most of the time steep with little flat parts. Blacks are for people that know what they are doing on the mountain and are experienced skier/boarder. Blacks can be dangerous because they are steep and long. They are also not as wide as other runs; they are much narrower then blues. The last level is a Double Black. Double blacks are for experts only; they are very steep and have no flat terrain at all. Double blacks are pretty much cliffs with snow and are not to be taken lightly. The beginning of a black is a cliff drop off, after you make it past that, you half to make your way down a very steep mountain with lots of moguls.
Moguls are big lumps of snow that form after skiers ski the same path over and over again. I personally think that moguls are terrible because they are hard to board over. If there are moguls I leave, I go through the trees or something jus to get off that run. If you are not experienced with moguls it can be dangerous because the ground is very uneven and not stable. One of my most favorite things to do is to go through he trees on the sides of runs. Not a lot of people go through the trees, so the snow in there is GREAT! There is so much soft untouched snow, and if it snowed a lot the night before, it is heaven on earth. There is nothing on the mountain that can beat fresh powder in the trees.
The family is split in half when it comes to who skis and who boards. My parents and nephew all ski, but my brother, sister, and I all board. My parents have both been skiing for a super long time, but are still just on blues. My nephew, Kanai just started skiing 3 years ago, so he is still on Greens, and just starting blues. My sister is a Blue type person but will do blacks if other people want to. My brother and I both love blues and blacks, the only difference is that he is much more experienced then me. We both like to go fast down the mountain but I always look for good trees. He used to go on every Double Black around, he would even go on runs that weren’t even marked. I’ve gone on a few Double Blacks, but I’m still working on them. I also love to go through terrain parks, with big jumps and rails.
Every year I always look forward to going to Snowmass because we always have such a good time there, and I never feel like leaving.
On the mountain there are three different levels of runs. Green, usually at the bass of the mountain is for beginners and is the easiest type of run. Greens are flat wide trails that are easy for kids to learn how to ski and board. The next level is Blue. Blues are all throughout the mountain. Some blues are harder then others but most of the time they are the same. Blues have a combination of steep, and flat terrain. Blues are wide trails with trees on each side. The majority of the mountain is made up of blues and no matter what level skier you are; you will have a good time. The next level is Black. These are more advanced runs and are most of the time steep with little flat parts. Blacks are for people that know what they are doing on the mountain and are experienced skier/boarder. Blacks can be dangerous because they are steep and long. They are also not as wide as other runs; they are much narrower then blues. The last level is a Double Black. Double blacks are for experts only; they are very steep and have no flat terrain at all. Double blacks are pretty much cliffs with snow and are not to be taken lightly. The beginning of a black is a cliff drop off, after you make it past that, you half to make your way down a very steep mountain with lots of moguls.
Moguls are big lumps of snow that form after skiers ski the same path over and over again. I personally think that moguls are terrible because they are hard to board over. If there are moguls I leave, I go through the trees or something jus to get off that run. If you are not experienced with moguls it can be dangerous because the ground is very uneven and not stable. One of my most favorite things to do is to go through he trees on the sides of runs. Not a lot of people go through the trees, so the snow in there is GREAT! There is so much soft untouched snow, and if it snowed a lot the night before, it is heaven on earth. There is nothing on the mountain that can beat fresh powder in the trees.
The family is split in half when it comes to who skis and who boards. My parents and nephew all ski, but my brother, sister, and I all board. My parents have both been skiing for a super long time, but are still just on blues. My nephew, Kanai just started skiing 3 years ago, so he is still on Greens, and just starting blues. My sister is a Blue type person but will do blacks if other people want to. My brother and I both love blues and blacks, the only difference is that he is much more experienced then me. We both like to go fast down the mountain but I always look for good trees. He used to go on every Double Black around, he would even go on runs that weren’t even marked. I’ve gone on a few Double Blacks, but I’m still working on them. I also love to go through terrain parks, with big jumps and rails.
Every year I always look forward to going to Snowmass because we always have such a good time there, and I never feel like leaving.
Spring Break
This past spring break my family and I went to Snowmass Colorado. My family consists of my parents, my brother Kaione, my nephew Kanai, my aunty and uncle Cindy and David. We call them my biological parents because I’m more like them then my real parents. My cousin Kevin and my aunty Pam also joined us. After my family came close family friends, the Cotes, the Beals, the Blankenfleds, my dads best friend from High school Bruce Conable. We always have a crew of at least 15 that come up to Snowmass with us. This trip I boarded everyday wit my brother and Kevin, and when the David came in I boarded with him. On the 3rd day everyone had arrived and we all skied and boarded together. We always have the best time up in Snowmass. We start everyday at 10:30 down at Two Creeks, which is 5 minutes away from the house. We like to stay on that side of the mountain. Our favorite lift is called Elk Camp. The reason they call it Elk Camp is because in the summer, a herd of Elk live there, they “Camp” there. It has 5 blues that are all the same in difficuty. One of my personal favorites is Sandy Park. Sandy Park is off of Elk camp and is a long Blue with lots of trees and jumps that we could go through. Another one of my favorites is Sneakys. Sneakys is another long blue except this one is on the other side of the mountain. The area that Sneakys is in is the Big Burn. Big Burn is a lot of fun because the altitude is so high that the snow is very soft and is great for boarding. Big Burn is a much bigger area then Elk Camp and has more runs and has much more threes. My family and I love both areas but we prefer Elk Camp because it is more convenient and has half as many people that Big Burn does. The only exception is when it dumped with snow the night before because Big Burn has better powder.
On the 3rd and last day I was there it dumped like crazy, there was so much snow that when we got on thee lift the snow would collect on our jackets and we would be covered in snow. In that situation the Big Burn is much better.
The first two days of our trip the temperature was very hot, it was around 50 degrees. Now that might seem cold to us, but up there that is really hot. The snow was melting and was real slushy, which isn’t good because the board sticks to the snow easier. On the third day it snowed all night and in the morning throw was great. The fourth, fifth, sixth day the temperature was much colder, it was around 28 degrees. Now that is cold. We had to bundle up much and it was hard to move our arms. On the seventh day it snowed from 6 a.m. until about 6 p.m. that morning David woke me up at 8:30 and we were on the lift at 9:00. That morning we went to the Big Burn and went through the trees. The snow and the fog was so think that I could see 50 ft. in front of me. Our last run was about 10:30 a.m. before we had to go meet the rest of the family. I came down first and waited t=at the restaurant. I waited and waited for my uncle to come down. I waited foe 20 minutes, those where the longest 20 minutes of my life because I didn’t know where my uncle was, I didn’t know if he was ok or if he needed help. Finally I called my mom and told her what was going on. As I told her that the snow started to clear and I looked to my left. 100 ft. down the mountain was my uncle, he was sitting and waiting by the lift and was jus about to leave. I raced down there and got his attention. He slimed so big and was so happy to see me. He asked me where I have been and I told him that I was waiting at the restaurant and that I was waiting for, like 20 minutes. He told me that he was waiting for 20minutes to except he was waiting down at the lift. We were worried so much about each other and the whole time we were 100 ft. apart but couldn’t see each other.
We spent our last day on Elk Camp, charging the trees and cliffs. It was a great last day and I can’t wait to go back again. Snowmass is one of my most favorite places in the world, and I can’t wait till next spring break!
On the 3rd and last day I was there it dumped like crazy, there was so much snow that when we got on thee lift the snow would collect on our jackets and we would be covered in snow. In that situation the Big Burn is much better.
The first two days of our trip the temperature was very hot, it was around 50 degrees. Now that might seem cold to us, but up there that is really hot. The snow was melting and was real slushy, which isn’t good because the board sticks to the snow easier. On the third day it snowed all night and in the morning throw was great. The fourth, fifth, sixth day the temperature was much colder, it was around 28 degrees. Now that is cold. We had to bundle up much and it was hard to move our arms. On the seventh day it snowed from 6 a.m. until about 6 p.m. that morning David woke me up at 8:30 and we were on the lift at 9:00. That morning we went to the Big Burn and went through the trees. The snow and the fog was so think that I could see 50 ft. in front of me. Our last run was about 10:30 a.m. before we had to go meet the rest of the family. I came down first and waited t=at the restaurant. I waited and waited for my uncle to come down. I waited foe 20 minutes, those where the longest 20 minutes of my life because I didn’t know where my uncle was, I didn’t know if he was ok or if he needed help. Finally I called my mom and told her what was going on. As I told her that the snow started to clear and I looked to my left. 100 ft. down the mountain was my uncle, he was sitting and waiting by the lift and was jus about to leave. I raced down there and got his attention. He slimed so big and was so happy to see me. He asked me where I have been and I told him that I was waiting at the restaurant and that I was waiting for, like 20 minutes. He told me that he was waiting for 20minutes to except he was waiting down at the lift. We were worried so much about each other and the whole time we were 100 ft. apart but couldn’t see each other.
We spent our last day on Elk Camp, charging the trees and cliffs. It was a great last day and I can’t wait to go back again. Snowmass is one of my most favorite places in the world, and I can’t wait till next spring break!
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