My Civil War Poem

The North calls it the Civil War,

The South call it the War of Northern Aggression.

North versus South, one industrial-one agricultural

The March of Sherman, 1800m²

The firing of Fort Sumter

Both heinous, both famous,

The South started, the North won it,

The most bloody war, so many deaths.

The war is over, we will never forget,

The war changed the future of America, but we will still repent repent.

Civil War, Civil Strife,

We learn from the past, look to the future,

Life goes on, for ever and ever.

That is the tale of the great Civil War.

Narrative, rhyme, sonnet, iambic pentameter

Puppet Pals

Hey Everyone!
Let me tell you about a project that I have been doing.
In my latest History class, I have been working on a video about Isaac Newton and his contributions to science. My specific group within our class has been working on the overall topic of the Scientific Revolution. So I chose to do one on one of the most famous scientists of all time.
Here is the transcript:

Sir Isaac Newton PRS MP ( 25 December 1642 – 20 March 1727) was an English physicist and mathematician who is widely regarded as one of the most influential scientists of all time and as a key figure in the scientific revolution.Newton changed the way that humans today look at gravity and science. Before Isaac Newton, the world of science was run by religion. After him, the world of science was much more of a thought based world.

Isaac Newton was born in a period of time now called the scientific revolution. Before his age, the scientific world was based on theories revolving around a higher power, for example, a god. Back in that time, the church was the ruler and the pope was often times more powerful then the king. (pic of a pope)

Isaac newton seeked to change that. From a very young age, Isaac newton was enthralled with the ways of science. He, some historians say, would spend a great deal of time doing nothing but look into space and ponder the ways of the universe. He, it appears, felt that god must not be the only answer. There must be something to the starry sky other than the church. Through his laws of gravity he showed that the world is the way it is because of the fact something called science. Newton’s laws are:

I. Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it.

II. The relationship between an object's mass m, its acceleration a, and the applied force F is F = ma. Acceleration and force are vectors (as indicated by their symbols being displayed in slant bold font); in this law the direction of the force vector is the same as the direction of the acceleration vector.

III. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Let me tell you the story of the apple tree. A young Isaac Newton is sitting beneath an apple tree contemplating the mysterious universe. Suddenly - boink! -an apple hits him on the head. "Aha!" he shouts, or perhaps, "Eureka!" In a flash he understands that the very same force that brought the apple crashing toward the ground also keeps the moon falling toward the Earth and the Earth falling toward the sun: gravity.

Although this story is debatable whether or not it is one hundred percent fact, it is a great image of what Isaac Newton was thinking about and questioning all the time. Things that today we all take for granted was highly questioned and also very revolutionary during the time of Isaac Newton.

After the breakthrough thinking of Isaac Newton, the world shifted from a “higher power” dominated style of thinking to a much more thought provoking and science based explanation of the universe and science.

The conclusion that the "Earth circles the Sun," was reached and published by Copernicus, Galileo, Kepler, Newton, and Halley. This is the "heliocentric theory."

Newton played an influential role in the Heliocentric vs. Geocentric conclusion and this is just one more breakthrough that Newton contributed to the scientific world.

So, why is it called Puppet Pals? Well, the video was (duh) filmed using the app puppet pals.
Here is the video,

Enjoy!!

Gandhi Auto-bio

Autobiography of Mahatma Karamchand Gandhi

by Henry Sanders

My name is Mahatma Karamchand Gandhi. I was born in a small town called Porbandar on October 2 1869. This town is far away from many major cities. However, there are many very kind, smart, and hard working people who live in Porbandar. In fact, my dad (Karamchand Gandhi) was the Mayor of Porbandar for a short period of time.

In the year 1888-when was 19 years old-I travelled to London, to study law at University College London. There I studied Indian law and jurisprudence and trained as a barrister at the Inner Temple. What I learned from being a lawyer was that in order to truly move people you must move them with your words. I started out my training as a shy man who lost most of his sessions due to the fact that I was too scared to speak up. I eventually ended my training in the 1918, three years after I came back to India. The training that I had received over the years granted me the ability to solve the independence crises in a calm and educated manor.

Between England and India, I lived for in South Africa from the years 1893 to 1914. For those 21 years, I led a well-organized political campaign for Indians in Africa. This campaign is called The National Indian Congress. In fact, the reason I use the word is-not was- is because the National Congress Party is still in power to this day.

I returned to India for the first time in many years with nothing but the ideas of independence and nonviolence. It wasn’t until i stepped foot in India that I found out about the harsh taxing of the Indian people.

First of all, England was placing heavy taxes on everything in the market place. They were taxing cloth. They were taxing salt. They were taxing food. To combat these taxes, I came up with a personal slogan: be the change you want to see in the world. To beat back the taxes on cloth, I made my own and also wore very little of it. To combat the food taxes, I every once and a while would hold a fasting. These fastings were where I would refuse to eat for an amount of time-almost like a protest. To discontinue the salt tax, I led a protest called the “salt march.” Some called this march the crowning achievement of my career.

In the year 1947 was when it happened. I had already been living in India for 32 years and I had been the “#1” man in the congress party for 26 years. I had held countless meetings, rallies, demonstrations, fastings, marches and served seven years in jail when on August 15 India finally gained its independence. It was a tremendous day for India as a nation and I knew that this day would go down in History as one of the most important days of all time. However, something was still bothering me-except this time it was with in the nation. For many many years the Hindus and Muslims weren't getting along. It was starting to feel like they weren't able to live in the same nation together. Things had gotten so bad between the two religions that the compromise for indian independence was the partition of muslim and hindus. The Hindus would continue to live in India while the muslims were to break off and create their own nation called pakistan. This partition seemed to negate everything about the independence of india. My utmost goal wasn't simply independence but independence while creating a land where both Muslims and Hindus could live peacefully together. I failed

So here I am, on the thirtieth of January 1948 and I am writing this paper right before my ten am open prayer. This is where people from all over come to receive my blessing. I have a bad feeling about today. But let me tell you this much. I am not afraid to die, and when I do, I will do so smiling. Over the years I have received several awards-one of which is the “Man of the Year awards by time Magazine. But i hope that those awards to not make me any less humble.

My Gandhi Memoir

From Sabarmati to Dandi-for a Grain of Salt

by Henry Sanders

It is a chilly March morning in Sabarmati, India. There is a knock on the front door of my house. I am lying on my meditation bed when I hear the banging. My maid answers the door on my behalf.

“Hello. We are here for Mr. Mahatma Karamchand Gandhi. He told us to come to his house on the twelfth. Today is the twelfth,” the men outside say. They sounded anxious, but also very excited.

“What is the occasion?” my maid asks skeptically.

“Did the Mahatma say nothing of the event? You now…‘The March’?” they reply-this time sounding very worried.

“I will have him speak to you. Just wait here. I will get him” she prepares to close the door on them.

“No need to, Miss Chakrabarti,” I interrupt. The men outside the door gasp and cluster around me.

“We don’t mean to be a hinderance to you Mahatama, but we all wish to go on the march with you,” they say as though they are in front of their favorite celebrity.

I was wearing a single piece of cloth that was covering my entire body. I had some withered and worn sandals on my feet and a staff in my left hand. I was ready for the march; and so were twenty of my closest followers.

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We have been traveling for the past 18 days and we have finally reached the town of Ankleshwar. Only 100 miles outside our destination town of Dandi, I have seen my crowds go from twenty people to five people to a hundred people. This march has received global coverage. Writers from all over have come to interview me about the march and why I started it. So why did I start the Salt March? What was I hoping to accomplish with it?

Ever since I was a born in 1862, the british government has had all ownership of India. This has caused a problem to many Indian people in many different ways. However, one of the worst  things that the English men have inflicted on  the Indian population are the taxes. The English government has taxed everything from shoes to food to salt. They have made being an Indian more expensive and difficult than it should be. So, my idea for the Salt March was to walk the 240 miles to Dandi. Dandi is where the salt works lie. Upon arrival, I will reach down and grab a handful of salt. This is a nonviolent protest and also a call to action for people all over the world to see.

I get out of my tent at the break of dawn. Twenty people hear me. They get out of their tents and follow me on the path. The path towards freedom.

“Mahatma. Mahatma. When is the march going to end?” a reporter asks me.

“The march will end when the English men agree to stop punishing the Indian people.”

“But sir…” the reporter persistently asks, stuffing his microphone in my face like he’s force feeding a pig.

“Enough. Now, we walk.”

As we walked, the group and I would sing songs, laugh, tell stories, pray. This march was a joyous occasion, not a glum protest. It is a peaceful march, meant to do nothing but receive recognition for our cause. There are only two men that have been with me for the entire trek. They asked not to have their names revealed in any speech or letter I was going to write that spoke of them. That is the only cowardly thing they have ever done. They are great men. Men who want nothing but to do right by their country.

As I look back at the withered crowd singing and telling stories, I can’t help but bless the Indian people and know that deep down, even if I die, this nonviolent way of life will succeed me. We are a gentle people, a kind people. Whatever happens to the protest is now in the hands of Rama. You, my friends, have done all there is to do.

The dirt road ahead of us is long and winding, but we will never give up-not on the march, not ever.

Three hours into the morning, we stop by a willow tree-pick up new followers, loose old ones. We will pray for the next fifteen minutes, then we will walk. We pray for you, Rama. We walk for the Indian people.