Here is an essay I had to write for my English: Honors class. I chose to write it about the topic of abortion, and, since I know it is a rather controversial issue, and I took an extreme position, I prefer to not post it on the forum.

It is unfortunate that some people fail to trust abortion and its numerous benefits. In our world where people are accidentally impregnated daily, we must realize that abortion is basically the only solution. Nobody should have to further suffer after being raped or using a faulty condom.

Anti-abortionists often say that every time an abortion takes place, that a chance at life is ended. They call it murder. If they have the nerve to call an abortion a murder, then they must also consider what happens every single time a woman goes through the menstrual cycle and does not fertilize the egg. Is that murder too? Every time a man ejaculates, is that also the end of millions chances at life? To imply abortion as murder is just an extreme exaggeration used to sway the malleable minds of the public. Abortion is nowhere near murder and never will be.

Another argument that is often used against abortion, that is somewhat more reasonable, is the fact that you can simply put the child up for adoption. Although, being more reasonable than the other argument, this is still no way to deal with an accidental impregnation. First of all, the world is already extremely overpopulated as it is. And secondly, perhaps someone is trying to get an abortion because they do not want to go through child birth. What if they are extremely young? What if they are, let's say, thirteen, and someone would have the cruelty to deny them an abortion from a child birth that would most likely take their life in the process? That is true murder.

Maybe people often fail to see that when in an abortion is needed, it often prevents a child from the worst. If a poor family accidentally has a child it would only complicate things and, in turn, most likely lead a terrible life while receiving no education and poor parenting. If abortion can save someone from living a life in poverty, horror and misery, then it is well worth the act.

Although some people do not agree with abortion, I believe that it is mainly through naivety that they can come to and justify their decision. With so many misfortunate accidental impregnations, abortion is crucial to aid the lives of those who are in such a conundrum. Abortion is something very trustworthy and of all the things it does, it does not murder. Without it, thousands of people would have their lives entirely in ruins.

Well, I was suprised that I came up with something to post already, but due to an event this morning, I was able to write a memoir. Now please recognize that it is still a rough draft, and any advice is greatly appreciated.


Memoir of a Particular Morning

I stared out at my well-known property as I sipped my tea. I had had the same tea countless times before, but, on this morning, it was more bland than ever. I kept sipping, just in an attempt to further shield my face from those around me.

The trees, the swamp, the barns; they all were laid out before my eyes and the memories came flushing back. It were as if it were happening now; I could imagine him prowling the edge of the swamp, and stalking his prey or him in a fight with another cat (which he won, of course) in the largest tree on the property.

"I'll go lay the dirt," My father said, and he left the room without another word.

My mom exited in the same fashion, and I was still staring out, speechless; letting the memories hit me one by one. I soon left the kitchen, too. I grabbed the coat I had received yesterday and waited for so long. It meant little to me right now.

Going my own way, I exited out the front door, only to be hit with a cruel dose of irony. I walked down to closely examine the box that we had carried my cat in many times before. It was lined with smiling felines, and on each end it said, 'Thank you, I'm feeling much better now.'

To know that my dead cat resided in that box brought tears to my eyes. I watched as he was pulled out of the box and wrapped tightly in some sort of tissue paper. It was wrapped so nicely that one may have thought it was a Christmas gift. He was lowered into the hole and I watched as dirt was shoveled over his body. My mother and father said their good byes, but I turned and walked back into the house, without a sound.

I went straight to the kitchen and grabbed myself a bowl and noticed that we had no cereal to suppress my newly found appetite. Down the stairs, I went to the basement and walked to where the cereal was and I could not fail to notice that to my right was my cat's food dish. It was half full of food, as if any moment he would come back and finish the meal he started, but I knew he would not. I knew he would spend the rest of his time in a tightly wrapped package deep in the ground, never to be seen again.

I reflected on the past. I reflected on how I played with him everyday and how I often slept with him right by my side. Most of all, I reflected on how, out of all the things I could not remember as a child, I remembered the day we found him, the time spent with him, and all the trust, solace, and compassion I had put into one of my closest friends, Orzo, the cat.

Well, this will have to be one of my first blogging experiences, so bear with me here. I believe I will begin with introducing myself:

Name - Anthony
Age - 14
Location - Michigan
Currently In - High School
Interests - Tennis, chess, reading and, most obviously, writing.
Secondary Language - Deutsch (German)

I will most likely use this blog to post my current writings if, perhaps, you would rather not search the forum or see something that I have I will prefer to post exclusively on my blog.

Have a good day and enjoy yourself.