"We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals." ~ Immanual Kant
"An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language." ~ Martin Buber
Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
The one and only new Closer Look Bank Account.
A Closer Look has decided that there will be a new bank account for storing money and to send checks to WWF (A.K.A World Wildlife Fund) to adopt animals. We have not chosen which bank we will have our account in but it will probably be in Canada Trust or Royal Bank of Canada.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
“I don’t see why they need to tape up posters all over the school. I mean, it’s the first day, I don’t need people nagging me to join their clubs and whatnot.”
My best friend, Melanie Watson was grumbling on the first day of school, as usual. She’s a great kid, but she’s really pessimistic.
I sighed. “Mel, you’ve been hyper about going back to school ever since the first day of summer vacation. You were so excited yesterday. Why are you so realistic?” “C’mon, Ivy, you know the only reason I was hyped up was because I needed more clothes for the first day of school. We’re in grade 7, you should be happy, cute boys, note passing...” she trailed off.
“Ivy? Are you listening to me?” I didn’t answer. I was too busy looking at a poster that was pasted just above the gym doors. ‘Join A Closer Look Foundation! We are dedicated to saving the animals around the world that could die out very soon! Our mission is to raise awareness for endangered animals.’
Wow. That sounded really awesome.
I turned to Melanie. She grinned. “Come on, Ivy, you’re joking, right? Who would want to join some random club for ‘Saving the Animals’?”
She made quotation marks with her freshly painted fuchsia nails.
“Who really cares?”
That was it. I loved my friend, but her petty fashion statements were getting a bit annoying.
I snapped.
“Mel, just because you’re a shop-a-holic, doesn’t mean you have the right to diss this club. I think it sounds rad. So stop trashing every club you see, okay?”
I stopped my ranting, out of breath.
Melanie grinned.
“Sure thing, Miss Activist. Whatever you say.”
“I am NOT an activist! Are you kidding me?” I yelled.
She smirked. “Sure sounds like you are!”
People around us started to stare. One boy was laughing his head off.
“What are you people looking at? Haven’t you ever seen people argue before?”
I screamed.
Mel winked at me. “You should go into law, girlfriend. You’ve got reason, style, and class. Go into law.”
I wanted to put my head down and scream. I wanted to wish that I had never seen that club sign. Mel was right. Activists were stuffy, and lawyers were always put down and given rude attitude. I didn’t want to grow up with people dissing me. I already had problems with my fiery red hair and my beacon-like freckles.
“Look, Ivy,” Melanie began in a gentle voice.
I looked up and realized I had tears streaming down my face.
“Do you want to know a secret?”
I nodded vigorously.
“OK. Here it is.” She plopped down beside me in a chummy, story-telling way, beginning in a melodramatic whisper.
“I really admire the activists.”
I opened my eyes wide. My fashion-loving friend, admiring ‘those stuffy, stuck-up activists’?
Melanie saw my wide eyes and decided she had my attention.
“I always trash them, but really, they are my heros! They aren’t stuffy, or stuck-up. In fact, I’ve always wanted to be an activist, but I thought people would tease me and make fun of me.”
I nodded. I knew that feeling all too well.
“So don’t stop yourself like I did.” She looked down.
“That was the biggest mistake of my life. Make a change, don’t turn back.”
She grinned. That was the Mel I knew.
“What do you say we join that club?”
I smiled back. “Lead the way.”
By:Horse Lover
My best friend, Melanie Watson was grumbling on the first day of school, as usual. She’s a great kid, but she’s really pessimistic.
I sighed. “Mel, you’ve been hyper about going back to school ever since the first day of summer vacation. You were so excited yesterday. Why are you so realistic?” “C’mon, Ivy, you know the only reason I was hyped up was because I needed more clothes for the first day of school. We’re in grade 7, you should be happy, cute boys, note passing...” she trailed off.
“Ivy? Are you listening to me?” I didn’t answer. I was too busy looking at a poster that was pasted just above the gym doors. ‘Join A Closer Look Foundation! We are dedicated to saving the animals around the world that could die out very soon! Our mission is to raise awareness for endangered animals.’
Wow. That sounded really awesome.
I turned to Melanie. She grinned. “Come on, Ivy, you’re joking, right? Who would want to join some random club for ‘Saving the Animals’?”
She made quotation marks with her freshly painted fuchsia nails.
“Who really cares?”
That was it. I loved my friend, but her petty fashion statements were getting a bit annoying.
I snapped.
“Mel, just because you’re a shop-a-holic, doesn’t mean you have the right to diss this club. I think it sounds rad. So stop trashing every club you see, okay?”
I stopped my ranting, out of breath.
Melanie grinned.
“Sure thing, Miss Activist. Whatever you say.”
“I am NOT an activist! Are you kidding me?” I yelled.
She smirked. “Sure sounds like you are!”
People around us started to stare. One boy was laughing his head off.
“What are you people looking at? Haven’t you ever seen people argue before?”
I screamed.
Mel winked at me. “You should go into law, girlfriend. You’ve got reason, style, and class. Go into law.”
I wanted to put my head down and scream. I wanted to wish that I had never seen that club sign. Mel was right. Activists were stuffy, and lawyers were always put down and given rude attitude. I didn’t want to grow up with people dissing me. I already had problems with my fiery red hair and my beacon-like freckles.
“Look, Ivy,” Melanie began in a gentle voice.
I looked up and realized I had tears streaming down my face.
“Do you want to know a secret?”
I nodded vigorously.
“OK. Here it is.” She plopped down beside me in a chummy, story-telling way, beginning in a melodramatic whisper.
“I really admire the activists.”
I opened my eyes wide. My fashion-loving friend, admiring ‘those stuffy, stuck-up activists’?
Melanie saw my wide eyes and decided she had my attention.
“I always trash them, but really, they are my heros! They aren’t stuffy, or stuck-up. In fact, I’ve always wanted to be an activist, but I thought people would tease me and make fun of me.”
I nodded. I knew that feeling all too well.
“So don’t stop yourself like I did.” She looked down.
“That was the biggest mistake of my life. Make a change, don’t turn back.”
She grinned. That was the Mel I knew.
“What do you say we join that club?”
I smiled back. “Lead the way.”
By:Horse Lover
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