Friday, August 28, 2015

Failed Scientific Arguements for Fictional Cases



Behind writing "Fairy Troubled: a Girl Power Adventure"

Have you ever tried to make a scientific case for something that doesn’t exist? Well I did, while writing my “Fairy Troubled: A Girl Power Adventure”.  I was trying put some science behind a fairy’s ability to fly.  Using what I learned in high school Biology, I had made a decent case for a fairy’s bone structure based upon an actual creature that flies, a bird.
                Everything was going well, I had my argument planned and was in the middle of writing, when I decided I wanted to know, proportionally how much a human’s skeleton weights. I found out that very important piece of information. (15 percent of the total human body’s weight. Thank you ask.com (http://www.ask.com/science/much-bones-weigh-3324ed60a31144f3).) But being the nerd I am, I also decided to look into how much a bird’s bones weight.
                Everything I learned in high school Biology is wrong because I found a very informative article on sciencedaily.com (http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/03/100322112103.htm). A bat researcher, Elizabeth Dumont, was comparing a bat’s skeleton to that of a bird’s skeleton of similar size. Her finding was that a bird’s skeleton, typically thought to be lighter because its unusual bone structure, is actually even denser and weighs about the same amount. My science textbook taught that bird’s skeletons are lighter.
                I give up, my scientific argument, has been destroyed. Without a lighter skeleton there is no reason why a fairy, almost exactly the same as human would be able to fly. How could those tiny wings ever produce enough lift to get them flying? I don’t know.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Fairy Troubled: A Girl Power Adventure (Part 4)



It was almost six when she reached the house, after stopping to wrap her arm up and rest for a few minutes. She used the key Rayna had given her to let herself into the house. She was greeted by a stern but concerned Rayna.
            "Where have you been all night? The girls and I have been world sick about you!" she demanded.
            "I fought the Dark Fairy, but she over powered me. And it took me all night to escape," Elina fibbed.
            "And what is this?" Rayna said, pointing to the bandaged arm.
            "A sprain, I fell while I was skateboarding," she lied again, sticking to the story she came up with on her way back. "If you'd me excuse me, I'm very tired." Elina moved to leave but didn’t leave yet.
            "Um, okay. But I want to let you know that I have made plans for today’s training. I planned for us leave at eight, but I'll push it back to nine to let you sleep a little longer. If you don't feel rested enough, I won’t make you join us. Go get some sleep," Rayna finished.
            Elina took off, up the stairs. In her room she put on PJ pants and a gray PJ shirt. She was about to get in bed when Midge came in the room to get dressed to go for a run.
            "Elina!" Midge squealed, as she walked to her dresser. "Where have you been all night? Rayna said she’d push our training back an hour."
            “I was headed home last night, but I found the Dark Fairy was causing trouble. So I tried to stop her, but she beat me to the punch and kidnapped me. It took me all night to escape."
            "Oh, okay,” Midge doubted, “I'm gonna change, then go for a quick run," Midge pulled on athletic tank top and shorts from her dresser. Elina laid back, grabbed the blanket with both hands, and winced. Despite the pain she was asleep in minutes.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Worst Permit Picture EVER





Worst Permit Picture EVER

                Some girls have all the luck.
                I, Emmie Saige, not so much. Whenever anything good happens it is always followed by something embarrassing. Take the time I got my learners permit for example.
                Early, Thursday morning I got dressed in my favorite purple shirt and went down to the DMV with my mom. I had studied the book really hard, and taken lots of practice tests. Nothing could actually prepare this fifteen and a half year old for what was about to happen. When we got there, we went to the front desk. They were re-painting so the usually crowded DMV was packed tight. After getting a number we waited around awhile. By the time my number was called I had re-read the book twice and was getting very anxious. When my number was called I went and talked to an employee who said he would set up the test. All I had to do was walk into the test room, find computer three, and enter the code he gave me.
                Walking over to the test room, I passed a wall that was being re-painted. I hurried past a painter on a ladder. He painted with big smooth strokes, occasionally dipping the roller in a paint bucket also on his ladder.
                Once in the room I had to walk around to every computer to find computer three. I plopped down on the chair in front of the computer and almost slipped out. During the test my palms were sweaty, but I managed to get most of the questions right. When I finished it gave me a screen saying “Congratulations!” I had just passed the permit test. I was ecstatic.
                I bounded out of the room, excited to take my picture, get the card, and start driving. When I walked back past the guy painting this time he was standing next to the ladder. I must not have been paying attention because when I walked by I bumped into his ladder, knocking the paint can over. I was covered in paint. It streamed down my hair just missing my eyes and mouth but got all over my favorite purple shirt.
                On the driver permit my picture was the most embarrassing thing ever. My brown hair with pink highlights was completely green. It wasn’t even a pretty green. It was that mucky light green, that’s used in government buildings. My shirt was also ruined; Mom made me throw it away.
                So next time you get a horrible ID picture just be glad you didn’t get covered in paint.

*Author’s note. This is a fictional story. I don’t actually know of anyone who this has happened to. Also this story was intended to be funny, so if it isn’t, I need to work on my situational comedy. Sorry.