Triple Overtime

Triple Overtime

By Patrick Wahlig

• It had been hours and hours of hard, grueling work. Ben was extremely tired. That’s what triple overtime does to a person. Nothing but the present mattered now. The points he had scored before didn’t matter. The amazing jukes and saves he had made didn’t matter. All that mattered now, was now. He had no time to worry about anything else. With three minutes left on the clock, Ben found himself with the ball. The only problem was, he needed to get the ball into the goal and cross the field without losing it. 

• All of a sudden, the collaboration of endangered cows (blue cheese cows to be specific) flew out from the clouds from the moon. But that didn’t matter. He had to get the ball into the goal. The army of cows started shooting the innocent people watching the game in the stands. But that didn’t matter either. Ben found himself dodging bullets and leaping over corpses, or soon to be corpses. All part of the game, Ben thought intensely. 

• Ben found the field itself being torn to shreds by the missiles and bullets. Finally, Ben arrived at the goal. However, there was a small problem. The goal wasn’t there. It had been blown up by the cows missiles. Also, there was no referee to signal a goal or end the game (the ref was dead.) Ben’s last thought before he was blown to smithereens was, well, actually I don’t know. I wasn’t there to find out. I was under a bench fearing for my life. You’ll have to figure that one out by yourself.

The Very Hungry Hippo

The Very Hungry Hippo

John Doe, a famous news announcer, ran and ran.
He had been running for hours on end from the herd of angry hippopotamuses.
If you have read the first in this series,
you would know that there was a virus that turned humans into hippos.
But right now, he needed to hide.

John finally came across and old abandoned house.
“Whew!” “I think that I’ll spend the night here,” he exclaimed, out of breath.
Shortly after falling asleep,
he was woken up by small grunting noises coming from the hallway.
He groaned and slowly got out of bed.
Walking over to where he had heard the noise he saw a sight that chilled his bones.
It was a baby hippo!
He screamed in fright as he looked for a weapon to kill this foul beast.
But then, he looked more carefully at the hippo and noticed that it only had three legs.
John was suddenly overcome with sadness for the hippo and reached down to pet it.
He suddenly realized that he had just caught the hippo virus.
All he could do before he was transformed into a hippo was scream.

Now, John is just a happy hippo, jumping in piles of mud and ponds
and infecting other humans with his new pal, the three legged hippo. - Patrick

Sailing

Sailing

     I love to sail. I lie on the top of the water, the water glistening below me. Reaching speeds of 70 miles per hour, but everyone tries to catch me. They cannot. I am just too fast. There is a fishing boat behind me, trying to catch me, slowly trolling behind my wake. But they will not catch me. Nothing can catch me. The people look at me and my sail with wonder. I am so fast. I am not alone. My companions float around me, admiring my speed. Hunger breaks my serene joy. I must find food. But in the ocean, how am I to find food? Looking around, I see only large fish, like Tuna and Wahoo. They aren’t tasty. I ask my friends if they have seen any food, but they haven’t. I am on my own. My friends have all gone away or been caught by the others. It isn’t easy being what I am, but I must continue on my journey. Will I ever see my friends again? Maybe. Maybe not. This is my life. There is no ability to change what I am. I must go on, looking for new places, new food, and new people. A sailfish I am, a sailfish I always will be.

-Patrick

The Long and Tedious Journey to the Brain

 

The Long and Tedious Journey to the Brain

     In this blogpost, my first blogpost ever, I will be writing about a dissection I took part of. Since I had already taken part in a dissection of the same fetal pig the week before, I got right to work. The organs had already been observed and dissected last week, so this week I dissected the head. I am very curious about the brains of organisms so I tried to get to the brain of the pig. However, there was an inconvenience. There was a skull in the way. Now with my tiny scalpel, there was no way for me to cut through the brain. I needed to find another way. But how? My science teacher gave me the answer. "Use a hammer and a chisel," announced my teacher. After obtaining the items I needed, I got down to business. The first thing I noticed is that you needed hit the chisel lightly (to much force would damage the tissue). Once you are able to crack the skull, all you need to do is get a pair of scissors and cut the skull off. Now, you can take samples of the brain and look at them under a microscope or do whatever you would like to do with them. 

     In a post soon to come, I will talk about taking the brain completely out of a fetal pig.