Writing Prompt; High School Lessons

Do you ever think back to your high school days? Would you consider them your “glory days” or are you just happy they’re over? If you have a moment, think about back then. What lessons did you learn? I don’t mean the typical school subjects. I mean beyond the math, sciences, arts, etc. What did your high school days teach you?

One thing I remember fondly from back then is band class. I was a big band geek. Not because I was any good at my instrument, but I loved the togetherness and connection of the band kids. We were a family. We had each others backs and built each other up. We strived to improve together.

The best part about band–in my opinion–was marching band. It’s harder than you think. Play the right notes, make the right strides, reach your spot on time, walk to the beat. You had to master multitasking. I believe marching band helped me and my fellow band kids learn a lot more than the musical stuff. We learned to work together. Learned the discipline of being on time (and by on time, I mean early, because if you’re on time, you’re late). We learned to pull our own weight for the betterment of the whole, because if one person was out of line, everything was off. Yeah, there was some competition between the sections, but that’s how we improved each other. No one wanted their section to be the weakest link. Marching band was tough, but I’d do it all over again. Those are definitely my fondest memories of high school.

What about you?

Actions You Take

I’ve been playing a game called The Elder Scrolls; Skyrim recently. I’ve played it before, started quite a few run throughs. Finished only a couple–but, I’m sure I missed quite a few quests. The game is very big and very popular. It’s a fantasy game with dragons, elves, orcs, jarls, trolls, werewolves, and vampires. I thoroughly enjoy it.

I’m always a khajit (cat-folk person) when I play the game. My favorite way to play is as the ever popular stealth archer. I’m always a werewolf, because I hate vampires, and I always die the most by falling off something (it doesn’t matter the game. If it’s free-roaming, I’m going to die by fall damage…a lot).

This particular playthrough, I’m enjoying the moral dilemmas in the game. Skyrim has the opportunity for you to obtain some pretty powerful items, but to get them you have to do some things you would never do in the real world.

For instance, one quest that didn’t sit right with me was given to me by a priest who looked after the dead in one of the cities. He claims he’s been finding bite marks in them. Human bite marks. When you investigate, you meet a leader of a group of cannibals. I followed the instructions of the quest to complete it. You end up helping the cannibal clear zombies out of their lair for the exchange for them leaving the bodies the priest looks after alone. I try to keep my character neutral in all things. She doesn’t take one side or the other because she’s a khajit, and khajit are looked down on in the game. So, when this cannibal leader just wanted their lair cleared out, I thought “fine. I’m still getting the priest’s quest done. Cannibals aren’t going to dishonor the dead anymore.”

Then, the cannibal leader pushed too far.

In celebration for getting their lair cleared, the leader wanted to throw a feast. Not just any feast. A cannibalistic feast, and she wanted the priest to be the main course.

At this point, the game doesn’t give you an option. You have to go get the priest or you have an unfinished quest sitting in your inventory. So, I went and got the guy just to see what would happen. I brought him to the cannibal lair and there were a lot more cannibals then just the leader. They were all sitting at this long table, waiting for the feast to commence. The cannibal leader walks up to you as you arrive and entices the priest to join them for a meal. This is where my stomach curled. The leader easily convinces the priest to lay down on this table for nap like they had some sort of spell on him. Once he’s asleep, the leader turns to me, the player, and says I should be the one to carve the turkey for the feast.

Several alarms went off in my head at this point.

To finish the quest, you have to kill the guy. You have to become a cannibal and doing so gives you a ring that can be beneficial in tight spots in the game. I felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. You can’t just walk out, because the cannibals would kill the priest anyway. I may be a werewolf, but when I maul someone as a werewolf, they’re always fighting back. Not laying on a table unaware they’re about to become dinner. Killing this priest and becoming a cannibal was definitely something I didn’t want, and its a good thing I don’t care about achievements.

I turned the blade the cannibals wanted me to use on the priest on the cannibals. I was outnumbered. There was magical fire, arrows, steel, and curses flying throughout the feasting room. The chaos lasted only a few seconds and all the cannibals laid dead on the floor. I received the notification that I failed the quest, but the priest woke up.

Like anyone would be, he was frightened after what happened and appreciative. He gave me a lump sum of gold for saving his life. Honestly, I prefer that over a ring I’ll never use. He heads off to return to the city and I let him go. Because I’m a greedy, little thief, I start looting the cannibal bodies, and I realize something else disturbing.

All the cannibals have names. In Skyrim, if a character has a name, they typically have a purpose, and when I start rummaging through their pockets, I start realizing their purposes.

They’re citizens of the city the priest is from.

One is a stable worker. Another is a shopkeeper I bartered with. In one form or another, they’re regular people you wouldn’t expect to be a cannibal. It was a chilling thought.

This is the stuff I’m enjoying through my most recent playthrough. The moral dilemmas, the grey areas, and the right vs. wrong choices. Yeah, I’m failing some quests and not getting the special artifacts, but I know I’m not going to use a lot of these artifacts and I’m more proud of the fact that I ended the cannibal plague on a city or spared the werewolf or stayed true to the friends my character’s made along the way.

If you ever find yourself playing Skyrim, I dare you to look beyond the quest instructions and make your own choices. You might surprise yourself by the actions you take.

Spring Storm

Thunder rumbles on the horizon as the storm clouds roll in.
Half the sky is brightened while the other half dim.
The top of the storm is bright. White and mighty like a castle.
While the lower is dark and steady like troops marching to battle.
It sweeps across the sky, thunder crashing in its wake.
Lightning flashes from within until the cloud barrier it does break.
A streak of light. A flash of white. It forms cracks upon the sky.
With a mighty bale and a forceful gale, the clouds start to cry.
The rain falls in a tidal sheet. It hammers upon the land.
Soak the dry earth. It’s quite the rebirth. You have to understand.
Let the thunder rumble and the lighting flash.
And the rain fall in a sideways crash.
Let the wind howl and the sun find a cowl. Here at the start of spring.
Wash away the winter that stays on the prowl and give us a chance to sing.
For the warmer weather that makes us all feel better.
This happy, stormy spring.

Happy Easter!

Journey to a Dream

You never know what you’ll encounter on the road to a dream. To know your destination or know a direction is one thing, but comes along the way–well, no one in the world can say.

Sometimes a dream is a straight path, others require stepping stones. Maybe you discover a new dream along the way? Change your course in the middle of the day?

And, what’s to say of the journey? Maybe you ride with shooting stars? Maybes its a trench in the middle of a war? Maybe it’s people shouting for an encore?

Maybe to get one place, you start at another? Maybe that other was good for you too? It’s what you needed to make sure you grew.

So, when the time comes for goodbye, you find yourself sitting down, having a good cry.

Cry with gratitude. Cry with appreciation. Cry from the people who put their faith in…

Faith in you and how you can make your dream come true. Build you up. Keep you going. Those who stop you from settling.

Who knows what the journey to a dream may hold, but thank God for there’s people to help you down the road.

One Victory at a Time

Are you a long time planner? Someone who has the next five to ten years all planned out? You have your goals and milestones. You’re going to reach this position at this time or accomplish this task in just a few months?

I have goals that I’m trying to reach. A few small ones, some major ones that I’ll pursue as long as it takes. Yet, as much as I would love all of it to happen now. Accomplish all my dreams in this moment, sometimes you just have to wait. Timing is very important. If you jump the gun on a dream before you or the world is ready, it’s going to fall through, but what happens when one of your dreams comes true? The next step in your plan is checked off the list?

We all want that. Check a dream off our list. Be proud and say “we did this!” I hope when that time comes for you, you enjoy it. Its so easy to look at our dreams, look at our accomplishments, and then immediately go to the next thing on the list. “Alright, I made it here, now I want to go there.”

Others will ask you that too. If you tell them your recent victory, some say: “Congrats! Now when are you doing to do this?” As if your one victory isn’t enough. You have to keep pushing forward and not stop and enjoy the moment.

When you accomplish something. When you make that dream come true. Whether its getting the dream job, dream house, book published, item obtained, place traveled, dream vacation, or anything that’s on your list. I hope you stop and enjoy the moment. Enjoy the victory. You did it. You’re here. So, make the best of where you are and don’t blind yourself with what’s next.

So, no matter your plans. Remember to appreciate where you are.

You’re doing great.
You deserve to enjoy your victory.

Teveta Golden Weaver

No matter where you are, you get used to seeing native birds. I can name off a bunch of birds that I see living in the wild around my house and at my workplace. Sometimes, you forget to consider that a native bird to you is something exotic to someone else.

It’s no secret that I work at a zoo. I get to work with incredible animals and one of them is the little yellow bird featured in this post: the Teveta Golden Weaver. They’re super cute and pretty smart. We have a bunch in the aviary that I care for at my zoo. So much that not all of them have names and you can’t tell them a part. These little birds are native to Africa. They’re named ‘weaver’ because they weave grasses together to make their nests, and these aren’t just flat nests like you see on TV. Their nests are a little like beehives, all encompassing with only one entrance. The nest is important not only because it houses the eggs, but also for deciding who the females mate with. A male with better nest making skills is going to be the one the female chooses.

Telling the difference between males and females is quite simple. Although both have this bright yellow color, the males have an orange tint upon their head (like the one featured in this post), while the females have a browner color leaving streaks in their feathers.

Like other songbirds, Teveta Golden Weavers like their seeds and protein. They live in flocks and sometimes with other types of weavers. They live in a range of habitats from savannahs to woodlands or swamps and shrublands. Their lifespan is about 10 years in the wild, longer in captivity. Their eggs are even a dark, olive color. Females can lay 2-3 per clutch.

This little bird might be considered exotic where I’m from, but they’re pretty common in Africa and not considered endangered or threatened. Even so, the next time you go to the zoo, keep on the lookout for these little cuties.

Running Out of March

Hey guys! Did you realize there’s only one week left of March? We’re already three months into the year. I’m still writing 2022 on papers and forms and April is right around the corner. Kind of wild, huh?

So, how’s your 2023 going? Is it great? Is it stressful? Are dreams coming true? Are nightmares becoming reality? What’s something exciting that you’ve done so far? Is it something big? Something little? Maybe there’s something you’re looking forward to this year?

Regardless of where you’re year is at, the year is still young. So, if your year isn’t so great, there’s time for it to get better. If you’re flying high, well, I hope you fly higher. Whether you’re riding low or flying high, you’re doing great.

I hope you have a great rest of March and a great rest of the year!

What You Think

What’s in your head right now?
What are you thinking about?

Is it good?
Is it bad?
Does it make you feel sad?

Does it bring about hope?
Or a bitter expression?
Is it something sating your obsession?

Is it causing you to spiral?
Or making you smile?

Whatever the thought
It can make or break the day
It could be something to make you go astray

Astray from the now
Astray from all meaning
Astray from the world if there’s no intervening

Whatever the thought
Or things you might think
Don’t let them take you straight to the brink

The brink of depression
The brink of all rage
The brink of the shadows that shove you in a cage

Take hold the thought
Seize the negative
And remember where your faith is

The power to choose is all up to you
Whether hope or despair
Or a wayward prayer

Take a moment
Just a moment
To ponder your think
And don’t let your thoughts make you sink

So, I will ask with softened brow
What are you thinking of right now?

Happy Little Red Bird

Happy little red bird sitting in a tree
Happy little red bird waiting for free meat
Stealing all the food that belongs to the storks
Taking it away without bothering with forks
Happy little red bird lives by the zoo
And knows all the exhibits where it can find food
Steal from the dogs before the pack starts its run
Steal from the hornbill while they look after their son
Happy little red bird sitting in a tree
Knowing full well to keep it’s eye on me
I do my best to care for the zoo
And you’re stealing lots of food that doesn’t belong to you
Happy little red bird, I’d chase you away
But you keep coming back every single day
Happy little red bird leave some for my storks
And watch out for the hornbill and the dogs, of course
Happy little red bird hanging out in the tree
Singing his song as joyful as can be
Always shows up without missing a beat
Because every single day he steals our meat

Morning at the Zoo

Walking the chimp exhibit
Making sure they can’t escape
As dawn breathes on the horizon
And morning starts to break

Wind rustles the trees
And squirrels scatter undergrowth
But off in the distance
Make sure you listen real close

Noble roars take the air
As the lions announce their presence
They need to make sure all know:
On these acres, they take precedence

The chirping yips of painted dogs on the hunt
Chatter giddily as they enjoy their breakfast and lunch
Then the crowned cranes call out like a horn
As they wait for their little hatchling to be born

Across the lagoon,
A silver-cheeked hornbill laughs out
As red ruffled lemurs rebuttal from long snouts

The cheetahs chirp,
calling for their brother
They’d been separated a moment
So they don’t steal food from each other

An elephant cries out
in response to a keeper
And the hippo wheeze-honks
As the pool fills deeper

Such a special magic
Before the guests arrive
As the zoo world wakes
And morning calls breech the skies

I grab my gear
Head off the exhibit
And the chimps all start hooting in excitement

The weather is warming
It’s nice enough, they can go out
No more seasonal depression
Holding keeper and animal in pout

The all clear is called
The chimps are off to seize the day
Hooting and running
To see what forage we’ve laid

Good morning from the zoo
And every animal in our care
If you haven’t been in a while
Come on over. We’ve lots to share