imaginary speech on animal rights

Animals, like humans, have rights!

Is using animal medical research necessary? Some of you would say yes, others would say no.. but who is right? No matter what one thinks or believes, this question remains, maybe not for ever if together we find an answer but it is yet to be answered.

You have rights, I have rights, everyone has rights, or don’t we?! Why take away rights of poor animals put under experimentation?

Somehow, someday, these experiments will increase. If we don’t stop them, who will?. They will continue and more than 200 million animals will die, who’s fault will it be? OUR FAULT.

Just think about how selfish we have been until now, thinking of cures for ourselves leaving animal lives dieing in pain

We have a life, they have a life, what makes us so superior to them? The fact that they don’t talk and are considered stupid? NO!!!

Animals are not objects, animals have feelings, animals have a life, many of us say yes to animal experimentation; since they say, if something is toxic, a product to be tested, cosmetics maybe, well then the animal shall better die to try it out, in order to save the human, who will be next using the product from this danger. Think of it, or a human or an animal, sure maybe in order to save humankind, an animal can be sacrificed, the problem is, it is not only one animal anymore it is becoming all over the world 5000 animals in Europe only on which medicinals were tested, as well as cosmetics, the 60% averagely of these died, it’s an enormous number!

We’ve fought together to get rid of slavery throughout the black men of Latin America and their illegal traffic, traffic of men, now we shall fight together to let the voice of these animals heard throughout the world!

Let this voice make you reflect,

Let this voice make you think of your doubts,

Of your errors, and of what is right,

AND WHAT IS NOT!,

Let this voice make you understand,

This is the supply of the animals and mine!

My own love poem using the Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme

Using the Shakespearean sonnet format (rhyme scheme): 3 Quatrines 1 rhyming couplet 10 syllables per line) ABAB CDCD EFEF GG write a love sonnet.

When I look into his wonderful eyes,

Then I feel as though I would sink inside,

Everything else immediately dies,

I already see myself as a bride.

Anything I was thinking of is not,

Of any importance any more,

A big great love fever, that’s what I’ve got,

But suddenly my heart starts to feel sore.

I realize he’s absolutely not mine,

Inside me then grows a quiet pain,

I will forget with a bit of good wine,

Although I  know that from my eyes will rain.

Now you have read the sonnet above,

You surely know I’m talking of love…

Voyage à Cortona avec l'école (2005)

Pour le voyage de la catégorie 8, l'endroit a été choisi pour être Cortona, qui est une petite ville médiévale et etruscan entre l'Ombrie et la Toscane.  La catégorie neuf d'année dernière avait indiqué que ce n'était pas un voyage gentil et avait recommandé de ne pas aller, donc plusieurs des étudiants ont suivi cette opinion et seulement 28 gosses ont décidé d'aller.  Puisqu'il y avait un petit groupe, les professeurs avaient seulement trois ans:  M. Kerr, M. Powell (coordonnateur de catégorie 8 et organisation du voyage) et mme. Benson (professeur de géographie).  Ainsi nous sommes partis lundi le 23 mai à 7 le matin.  Cela a pris cinq heures pour y arriver et nous nous sommes également arrêtés à un autogrill où chacun a obtenu des sorts pour manger particulièrement des bonbons.  Une fois que nous atteignions Cortona que nous sommes entrés dans le couvent, nous avons soldé le compte dans nos salles, avons mis tous les vêtements dans la garde-robe et puis mes amis dans ma chambre:  Vicky, Valentina, Olivia et Ludovica ont mis tous les lits près de l'un l'autre.  Alors nous sommes allés manger.  La nourriture était tout à fait bonne, alors nous sommes sortis sur la terrasse que j'ai pensée étais très gentil et avec une vue vraiment gentille Cortona fini et le lac Trasimeno et les camps.  Alors cet après-midi nous avons visité la forteresse et l'église de S Margherita et le centre de Cortona.  Là où, cette nuit après que le dîner nous ait joué Alleycats et nous avons gagné, il était vraiment amusement et peu une effrayante aussi.  J'ai dormi très bien cette nuit, bien que nous ayons causé un peu avant d'aller dormir.  Le jour suivant nous sommes allés à Siena, 1 heure d'entraîneur approximativement, Siena, particulièrement Torre del Mangia (nous nous sommes élevés vers le haut) étions très gentils, il est un des villes principales en Toscane.  Elle est merveilleuse, nous a fait quelques achats et a regardé quelques églises et statues avec Giovanni, le guide qui était très drôle, mais bon.  Nous avons également fait un bon nombre d'achats et sommes allés à McDonald.  Cette nuit nous avons fait quelques activités de drame que j'ai trouvé très l'amusement!  Que nuit j'ai bien aussi dormi, mais Ludovica ne s'est pas senti bien que et moi et mes amis l'ont aidée.  Mercredi nous sommes allés faire quelques activités orienteering sur la plus haute colline de Cortona, elle était fatigante pour s'élever vers le haut de la colline, mais mon groupe les faucons l'a faite et a gagné aussi!  Mon groupe s'est composé de:  gianluca, achille, Francesca, Olivia, Vicky, simone et moi!  C'était vraiment amusement et alors nous avions tout le très faim et avons mangé beaucoup!  Qu'après-midi nous avons fait des boucliers et puis sommes restés un peu sur la terrasse!  C'était un après-midi de détente.  Le matin suivant nous nous sommes réveillés à 7 et sommes venus tard pour déjeuner et n'avons pas mangé beaucoup, nous à gauche le couvent à 8 et n'avons pas pris un entraîneur à Orvieto, il était amusement et intéresser regardant les choses tipical de cette région et de ses villes.  L'après-midi je l'ai vraiment aimé parce que nous sommes allés au lac Trasimeno où il y avait une sorte de Lunapark, avec les voitures qui sont entrées dans l'eau et nous avons essayée et c'était très amusement et élastiques que vous pourriez junp dessus, au lieu de cela le football joué par garçons dans le sable sous le sun..as habituel!  Alors nous sommes allés à Isola Maggiore, les faucons (mon groupe) continués courir, et au moins nous avons gagné la concurrence encore!  Nous sommes trop bons!  Nous avons retourné et avons fait quelques jeux médiévaux sur la terrasse, très très amusement aussi!  Vendredi nous sommes allés à Arezzo, c'était gentil mais pas tellement détail, j'ai préféré Orvieto et Siena, et alors nous avons pris l'entraîneur de nouveau au nooooooooooo de Milan...!  C'ÉTAIT la fin de ces vacances, qui avait été si grande, amusement et intéressant chacun l'a aimé beaucoup et je ne sais pas pourquoi la catégorie 9 a indiqué qu'elles pas  et je ne comprends pas pourquoi tant de personnes ont décidé de ne pas venir.  Je retournerais vraiment parce que les activités étaient superbes et exciter et les endroits étaient très gentils.  C'était des vacances uniques particulièrement parce que j'étais avec tous mes amis ayant fun.WOW!

Child soldiers - is using children in wars ethically correct? what rights do they have? are they being respected?

I chose to talk about this argument because I have known a victim of this injustice, and I would like to valorise his rights. A phenomenon that is becoming way too much frequent is the so called ‘Kid Soldiers’. These are exactly kids: from five to seven-teen years old that are forced to fight. They cannot oppose themselves because they are practically kidnapped by other soldiers, many times kid soldiers in fact that are forced to do this job. Mainly children that are victims of this great injustice are orphans probably and no one with them in their lives. The smallest kids, sometimes aged even four, do not even understand what is happening around them, since they have not been given an education, and their first education is in fact the military one, which he will not forget and engage in his mind, becoming sometimes violent, a sort of human- robot programmed to fight. Obviously, not many are concerned about this problems, I bet not many of you imagine yourselves in Iraq perhaps or in any other war, you probably have never really faced war, all the damage it causes, what it really is like to be in it. Death is all around you, but probably this is not a problem for the kids either, they are used to it, these are the first images of their child hood. Not the beautifully coloured walls of a kindergarten and a happy teacher with a wide smile on her face. The images, actually are totally different: Death coloured scenery, blood poodles all over, vomit and many times corpses or only pieces, an arm, a head, a leg, but these children are used to it. They cannot even dream of seeing a smile, they absolutely do not know what the word happiness means, what the word peace means, and do not even know the existence of the word ‘love’. They are taught to fight not love, what is the world going to be like if our future is in the young’s hands? Have you ever thought about this? So we absolutely have to change this situation. As I said before I actually know one kid that is now about my age and has been adopted, his name was Celestin, he is now 14 and lives in a family with three brothers. He is happy now, he has finally learned ‘love’, he has a family that loves him and loves his family. Isn’t this much better than a child that feeds on violence? Celestin once talked to me about his experiences, not only him but a teacher in school frequently talks about stories he actually saw with his own eyes, one about a boy in war, his face, his look, his eyes with no expression really. Celestin’s story instead is quite strong, rich of violence but it is the truth: the scenery he described of his village after the war was of a small town which’s school had been completely destroyed, by Celestin and some other soldiers that had been forced to handle a Batzuka and completely shoot the school down, Celestin does not know how many children he had killed in that moment, he did not feel guilty although, because he knew that it was his job. It might seem strange to us but it was. Slowly coming back to a ‘ normal life’ as we would describe it Celestin says: I see the faces of the people I have killed, they follow me, until they catch me and kill me’. Celestin also said that all the other kids that slowly were captured were treated really violently if refused to kill. Celestin has fought in Congo, but there are many children round the world victims of violence, of this injustice for example in Uganda, In sierra leone, In south Africa and really many other countries. If you want a new love  generation, help to ‘fight’  for children rights, for a world of love without violence. In conclusion I finish my essay saying that I personally would not want to fight in a war, kids in fact should only be given an education and some help for the family they live in so they could be maintained. Not only but children’s rights as human rights should be respected absolutely and strictly prohibited to force children in war or in any other type of commerce such as sexual abuse on under age girls, all injustice on children should be fought against, because children are the new generation, the new love generation.

Speech - against child soldiers

Is using children in war right? No not at all, that is in fact what the majority of you would answer. Exactly…you, you and you as well. But this is happening anyway, why, think of it, what are their rights? Are they really being respected? No, not at all, this is the case of many countries and of many families.   

Mothers seeing their own children being taken away, eyes full of tears and eyes full of impotence, they can’t do anything about this, they cannot oppose themselves to the orders. Some mothers don’t even have tears in the eyes, their kids get taken off from by kidnapping!

This is an injustice, which I have known a victim of! I have known about the tears in his mother’s eyes, I have known about the lifestyle the kids were given and I have known about the unbelievable deaths, and number of deaths which these children have been put through in war, I know this all, and it is time for ALL OF YOU TO KNOW AS WELL!!!

Kids born to be soldiers, kids who cannot be named kids anymore, little monsters, little creatures adopted by artillery, by a bazooka! Kids that are not given an education, except the military one!

While your sons and daughters sit playing with great colored toys, that make sounds, more than 14 million boys and a few percentage of girls handle different toys. TOYS TO KILL, TOYS OF VIOLENCE! And we all are responsible for this!

Well, of course it is far more easier for us to get soldiers from innocent children rather than adults, since they do not oppose, yes, but is this right to take away an infant and his childhood to give him a gun in his hand? NOT AT ALL! Little kids, robot-like and programmed to fight!

Obviously, not many are concerned about this problems, I bet not many of you imagine yourselves in Iraq perhaps or in any other war, you probably have never really faced war, all the damage it causes, what it really is like to be in it.

Death is all around you, but probably this is not a problem for the kids either, they are used to it, these are the first images of their child hood. Not the beautifully colored walls of a kindergarten and a happy teacher with a wide smile on her face. The images, actually are totally different: Death colored scenery, blood poodles all over, vomit and many times corpses or only pieces, an arm, a head, a leg, but these children are used to it.

They cannot even dream of seeing a smile, they absolutely do not know what the word happiness means, what the word peace means, and do not even know the existence of the word ‘love’.

 They are taught to fight not love, what is the world going to be like if our future is in the young’s hands? Have you ever thought about this? So we absolutely have to change this situation.

So is a boy that learns to love, a boy with a family, a boy with friends, a boy that learns to love, isn’t it much better than millions and millions and millions of boys with a face, a look, eyes with no expression in them if not hate…[pause]

If you want a new love  generation, help to ‘fight’  for children rights, for a world of love without violence.

Fight for the children in Uganda, for the children in Congo, for the children in Sierra Leone, for the children in the Middle East, fight for their freedom and for their childhood!

LET’S FIGHT TOGETHER AGAINST WAR, AGAINST THE ABUSE OF CHILDREN’S RIGHT, LET’S FIGHT AGAINST THE USE OF INNOCENT CHILDREN AS SMALL SOLDIERS, LET’S FIGHT FOR IT TOGETHER FOR ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD!

Creative writing - Child labour report

Herd  Sir  Smith, my name is Samuel Scriven and I am a Government inspector. In this report is included all the information I have managed to gather about child labour. I have been investigating the working conditions of children in Potteries. In all I interview about 100 children and asked them to talk to me about their working day and conditions, I also interviewed several adults over a three- month period from May to July, 1844. Many interviews to the employed and to policemen are included to confirm and have proof of the information I have gathered. I am a reporter and with this example I would like to work for you; I usually investigate legal concerning events and others in which I try in my reports to induce the reader in helping the situation; so I guess my style of writing is also a little persuasive in some way. I would also like to know what you think about it. I occupy myself of reporting from four years to now, since 1840; for the moment I have investigated specific cases in Britain, but I would be interested in going to Europe when maybe I will be more professional. The information I collected as I already said concerns children from Stroke on Trent and the surrounding area factories. The Children working in the potteries are of ages from the range of five to twelve year old children. Those that are more requested and more common in factories are young and small children that can easily move anywhere freely, but older ones are useful too. The work that the children do is very hard. For example children are burnishes, runner of moulds, making of clay, paper cutters, making cockspurs. They could seem quite easy but children are obsessed by their masters and have to produce or work quickly to produce as much as they can. The money they are given is a very low quantity and it is not enough in proportion of the amount of work they do. Infact many work from nine to fifteen hours a day and receive one or a couple of shillings. They are affected for the rest of their life as Robert Glass confirms in his interview. They have terrible aches and respiratory problems. Also they will not be able to read or write because they don’t have time to go to “ Daily School” and only some are not too exhausted to attend Sunday School. Their rewards in some cases are only a compliment or a pad on the back; some do have money as reward; but punishments are not excluded. Police are trying to organise some changes although as reported by me from the interview to   inspector Ryles, they are quite confused on the ideas. He states: “ Sometimes they are sent on errands” this proved that not only they work hard but are forced to commit crime and they will pay for the consequences and they will have the fault. We also found out that masters  oblige children to work also during their meal times, also stated by Mr. Ryles, he also continues by saying:” Whenever their masters have neglected their work in the early part of the week then they have their boys at work at four, and I have known them begin at three.”. This is terrible because children continue respecting their masters; but their masters do not and own much of the little free time these poor kids have. “ I have known repeated instances where masters come to work under the effects of drunkenness”. Many times children are forced to be thieves and steal alimentary  at the market, Mr Ryles: “ to gratify their appetites”. As an example Inspector Ryles gives us an example of a nine- year old child that committed a theft and when, Mr. Ryles himself, discovered the boy had acted on his master’s order, nothing was done with him, but with the child!

Instead Mr. Robert Glass, a workman at Melior, Venables and Pinder  Earthenware Factory at Burslem gave evidence that the health of children was damaged by working in factories. I personally interview Mr. Glass and I found out from him that he himself has been employed in the potting trade for 26 years, his job was the one of the workman. “The conditions are very dangerous for example the mould runner has to run with heavy mould in both his hands near stoves. It is also very easy to trip” states Glass as another proof of the drastic conditions of these children’s work. He also says that in the dripping house, children are subject to injuries from the effects of the ingredients that are used in the glosses. Girls when they grow up will have bad aching to their necks because they are overburdened with the water they have to carry over their heads. “ I have known many cases where children are obliged to fetch liquor for the working men, and drink portions themselves. Before I became more reflective, I regret to say I revelled in the like sin”  Mr. Glass confesses. And not many men stop. Children are also commonly told to lie and steal. Because of the poor effort in the men s work the children are mistreated and beaten up if they will not do the work the men are supposed to do, but do not. “I believe the children in the potteries are below par in po9int of moral conduct, and I should say this is a result of ignorance of the adult population. To remedy this it is necessary to establish a good system of moral education for the rising generation, by establishing institutions in which rational and healthful amusements and industrial training is observed and carried out.”  He finally claimed that few men lived beyond the age of 45. This I think includes fully how the children are treated, the drastic consequences and how they should be treated. I hope to hear your opinions and what you might think of doing. Thank you for your attention

Samuel Scriven

Creative writing newspaper article - idea from 'The Outsiders' novel

Gang Rivality Becomes Murder

East-Side,17-year old teen murdered by unknown assassin, probably a  gang rival of same approximate age.

East- Side, in this case relevant to specify, Greaser territory. Ever rivals greasers and Sacs, two contrasting gangs of local teenagers. Bob Sheldon is the victim this time, although he was a musculus boy he was not able to predict a switchblade knife in his back.  Brown murdered unexpectedly or maybe no, just yesterday,  13 th February. 

           It was late at night when the actual fact happened; still the precise time is not known to us, but certainly about from 1:30 to 3:00 am.

          This seventeen- year-old-boy died from wounds inflicted by a switchblade knife, according to police. The body was discovered near the park fountain by a woman, who prefers keeping the anonymous state. “ I was with one of  my friends who was drunk, I was sustaining him from falling that was when I heard the mischief. It was quite loud, two boys of approximately 14 and others , a little older; one boy was drowning a little one, wearing a normal sweatshirt and jeans; probably a greaser, the other greaser I hypothesize in order to help his “ drowning” friend stabbed Bob Sheldon who lay on the floor with no life anymore, I cannot identify them because falling in panic I hid myself and went another way home” says Joe Smith ( who prefers to use a false name.)

        The surveying continue every day more profoundly and intensely and with the help and collaboration of many civils the truth is always closer. For example we interview Joe Smith ( pg,3 of this paper) that actually called the police because she wanted to be a witness. Because of this close rivality between the two gangs we also interviewed some of the members from both the “clubs”.  ( interviews at pages 3). “Recalling some details found near the place of the crime. We can almost have the solution. If the hypothesis is of  two greasers and quite young teens in panic of having killed Sheldon they would have fled leaving all kinds of clues clear for the police to find.

Instead if the plan of the two boys was clear to kill that exact person then they would not have left indices” says Vijay, conductor of investigations.

  The parents of the slain boy have made no comment about their son’s death. Family friends say they were too distraught to talk with the media, teens in the posh West Side neighbourhood where Sheldon was born and lived for a little while describe him as “ popular” and “part of the crowd”.       

        Local youth  are being brought in for questioning in what police suspects is a gang- related crime. Decade old rivalries between East Side and West Side gangs that have flared up recently. 

       All greasers have been recalled by the police to be questioned on what has happened. We all know this gang is made up of  8 members, infact two are missing. These two boys are wanted by the police for questioning on Sheldon’s death as the boys were seen hanging around in the park earlier that evening. 

La scala scricchiolava, il vento ululava - il mio primo racconto del mistero (2005)

La scala scricchiolava, il vento ululava. Era una notte cupa, più cupa del solito; ma nonostante tutto questo buio, quel bagliore  bianco in cielo era tornato dopo 28 giorni. Tutti nel paese di Heringford dormivano, del resto erano le due e mezza. Jack stava sul campanile del paese e non si rassegnava alla morte della madre. Aveva diciassette anni, era un vagabondo. Non aveva una casa e si portava a presso il suo sacco a pelo. Aveva la strana abitudine di volersi rifugiare in luoghi alti per sentirsi isolato, protetto o importante. IN questa città aveva trovato il campanile come riparo. Prese il sacco a pelo e salì le scale che scricchiolavano ad ogni suo passo. Pensava  continuamente a quell’ immagine ricorrente nella sua testa.  Sua madre che quando lui aveva solo tre anni si buttava giù da un campanile. Jack purtroppo non conosceva il nome del campanile, né dove fosse situato; sapeva che aveva una cantina nascosta però. Per questo viaggiava di campanile in campanile per trovare la madre o qualche sua traccia. IL padre non l’ aveva neanche conosciuto, neppure conosceva il suo nome. Stava per addormentarsi, quando il vento gli passò tra i capelli; il vento era forte e spostò leggermente la campana che fece un minimo rumore. Ancora una volta il vento soffiò; Jack si sentì il pavimento di legno rompersi e in si trovò sospeso nell’aria per poi cadere dopo solo un attimo su un nuovo terreno. Non sapeva dove si trovava, se era un sogno che stava vivendo. La polvere si sollevò con la sua caduta. Jack tossì, si rialzò spaventato; il suo cuore batteva veloce, questa volta a differenza di sempre non era il solo a battere; ma c’ era un'altra presenza in quella stanza. In quella cantina; era una donna, aveva i capelli bianchi indossavo un abito di seta perlato che le stava aderente. I capelli perfettamente in ordine. La veste era l’ unica cosa che aveva addosso e le copriva anche i piedi. Arrivò uno spiffero di vento che malgrado il luogo così chiuso era riuscito a penetrare, il vestito si alzò leggermente. I suoi piedi cadavereschi erano a poco più di tre centimetri da terra. Era uno spirito. E Jack la riconobbe subito; era lo spirito di sua madre, l’immagine era chiara, quella di parecchi anni fa; riconosceva quella donna che era sua madre e ora anche il campanile. La madre reagì come se avesse aspettato quel momento da sempre: Amore mio, Jack vieni abbracciami, da ora potrai stare per sempre con me. Senza saperlo era stato intrappolato dalla madre; per la prima volta Jack avrebbe voluto lasciare quella donna, che aveva cercato per lungo tempo ma che ora trovata l’aveva ingannato per averlo sempre con lui. Lo aveva forzato a buttarsi giù dal campanile a sua insaputa come aveva fatto sua madre a lei anni prima. Jack non poteva farci niente era stato intrappolato dalla morte. Correva avanti indietro per cercare un’ uscita.. purtroppo invano. L’ apparenza, inganna.