WA7 - Final

Dear Brothers of the Alpha Kappa Delta Fraternity,

I write to you today on behalf of the AADAP (American Alcohol and Drug Awareness Program), not to change your lifestyle or your opinions, but merely to inform you of the potential dangers of alcohol and drug abuse (I.e. Alcoholism, drug related illnesses, and even death.). Through this I hope you will become more appreciative of a happier and sober lifestyle.

In 2005, 15,000 people died from alcohol related diseases such as liver disease, mouth cancers, and breast cancer due to drinking habits. According to Professor Mark Bellis, "Most people do not realize how many of the body's systems are affected by alcohol and the relationship for example between alcohol and cancer, particularly cancer of the digestive system but also breast cancer." The only way to avoid increasing your chances of getting diseases like these, are to manage your habits wisely, and strive towards a sober lifestyle.

It is clinically proven that people living a sober lifestyle also live happier and more successful lives as well. Alcohol damages the body, forcing it to spend more energy on protecting itself from the potential dangers of alcohol, rather than daily activities, causing exhaustion and a shortened attention span. Alcohol impairs your mental stability, sometimes creating feelings of invincibility which can become very dangerous to your physical and sometimes social health. In a world without alcohol, these false feelings and potential harms could be avoided.

Have you ever lost a friend due to a drunk driving accident, whether or not they were the ones at fault? Well, it's not uncommon if you have. Drunk driving accidents are the number one killer of Americans between ages 15 and 20. And the price for accidentally hitting someone while driving drunk? Vehicular manslaughter charges. Forget college, and forget any other life plans unless they include sharing showers and sleeping on mats for many years.

By drinking and/or any other substance abuse, you are throwing every life plan, goal, and potential success out the window. You're holding yourself back from your true potential, and could eventually not only affect your life, but the lives of others due to carelessness and acting on a whim due to peer pressure. Please think ahead, and think about your life. Save lives by staying sober.

Sincerely,

the AADAP

WA7 - Rough

Dear Brothers of the Alpha Kappa Delta Fraternity,

I write to you today on behalf of the AADAP (American Alcohol and Drug Awareness Program), not to change your lifestyle, or your opinions, but merely to inform you of the potential dangers of alcohol and drug abuse (I.e. Alcoholism, drug related illnesses, and even death.). Through this I hope you will become more appreciative of a happier and sober lifestyle.

In 2005, 15,000 people died from alcohol related diseases such as liver disease, mouth cancers, and breast cancer due to drinking habits. According to Professor Mark Bellis, "Most people do not realise how many of the body's systems are affected by alcohol and the relationship for example between alcohol and cancer, particularly cancer of the digestive system but also breast cancer." The only way to avoid increasing your chances of getting diseases like these, are to manage your habits wisely, and strive towards a sober lifestyle.

It is clinically proven that people living a sober lifestyle also live happier and more successful lives as well. Alcohol damages the body, forcing it to spend more energy on protecting itself from the potential dangers of alcohol, rather than daily activities, causing exhaustion and a shortened attention span. Alcohol impairs your mental stability, sometimes creating feelings of invincibility which can become very dangerous to your physical and sometimes social health. In a world without alcohol, these false feelings and potential harms could be avoided.

Have you ever lost a friend due to a drunk driving accident, whether or not they were the ones at fault? Well, it's not uncommon if you have. Drunk driving accidents are the number one killer of Americans between ages 15 and 20. And the price for accidentally hitting someone while driving drunk? Vehicular manslaughter charges. Forget college, and forget any other life plans aside from sharing showers and sleeping on mats.

By drinking and/or any other subtance abuse, you are throwing every life plan, goal, and potential out the window. You're holding yourself back from your true potential, and could eventually not only affect your life, but the lives of others due to carelessness and acting on a whim due to peer pressure. Please think ahead, and think about your life. Save lives by staying sober.

Sincerally,

The AADAP

WA5 - Final

The cold air stung my face as I walked out my front door. I checked my bad ensuring my camera was in it's place. I considered grabbing the car keys, but decided against the impulse. What better way to discover the city than by foot? That's my assignment: Capture the city's essance. The trick: In one single shot. I had finally gotten my dream job as a photographer, and I couldn't let them down. I need this job much more than anyone knows. With the economy falling at a fast pace, and the violence growing within the city, I need to get away. Although my photography career has just begun, my physical and emotional safety if more important. I plan to save up my money as quickly as possible and leave this city that began so fresh, exciting, and full of possibilities. Now the violence has taken ahold of it, and the cost of living rising by the minute, it's like a timebomb waiting to erupt.
But how was I to capture that in one single shot? I remember receiving this assignment. My boss, Mr. Williams called me into his office, sat me down, and slid me the article about the city's changes throughout the years. There was a blank space, which was followed by a photo caption: Photo by Arnie Withfield. That was my motivation to accept this impossible task.
I've been walking for hours now, and gained only a slight headache and the potential cold later in the week. I'll be fired if I can't complete this task, and I desperately need the money if my plans are going to be followed through with.
Suddenly sirens blare past me. Maybe this is my break. An action shot of the police doing some good. I begin to pick up my pace, which progresses into a full-on sprint. I get there finally, and see men being questioned with stray spraypaint bottles on the ground. Obviously graffitti artists busted. I glance around and find exactly what I had needed all along. The site was indescribable. It was the most beautiful piece of graffitti I'd ever seen. It explained the situation fully. A beautiful piece of art in the worst part of town illegally on the side of a corporate building. Not only was it's oxymoronic ways perfect, it was my big break I had been searching for.

WA3 - 1ST

The boy stepped forward, unable to comprehend with his five-year-old mentality. He reached his hand out to touch the cold metal, before it was lowered into the snow-covered terrain. The preacher looks down sympathetically towards the poor youngster.
His mother softly kisses the coffin, and steps back as a tear gently runs down her face. She glanced around out of habit, trying to find her usual shoulder to cry on. He wasn’t there. The violence in Iraq had taken a husband, a father, and an amazing man.
The car ride home was filled with silence, and heavy with thought. Memories of (the mother)’s husband and (the son) making snowmen while decorating the house for Christmas ran through her head. It was then that it truly hit her that her husband was truly gone and was not coming back. That her son’s loving father was not going to be there to watch him stumble down the steps on Christmas morning, and watch his eyes light up as he sees all the gifts (which might now be fewer with less income in the house). She thought her sweet child deserved better than that.

WA2 - FINAL

Mr. Almstedt stood up abruptly, catching everyone's attention as he slammed his ruler on the board pointing towards the different countries he was speaking of. "Here's a way to catch their attention." Almstedt thought to himself.

Jesse sat the back of the class, listing out his homework assignments for the night, counting them off on each finger. His teacher, Mr. Almstedt, was rambling on, blissfully unaware (so he thought) of the lack of interest the class shared in World History. Jesse knew he should be paying attention, because his low C in the class just wouldn’t cut it. But he just couldn’t keep his focus on the usual rubbish coming from his teacher’s mouth. Who cared about history anyway? He tried to concentrate, but instead he could feel himself slowly drifting away…

He thought back to a memory of him trick-or-treating on Halloween. He was dressed as a giant pumpkin, and he was only five. The cold air nipped at his cheeks, making them ache. He and his mother walked up house after house just to hear the sounds of the assortments of candies hitting the bottom of his fluorescent orange pumpkin basket. They had been walking for so long, his feet had started to swell and ache. And then they got there, to the house that little Jesse had dreaded most. It stood tall, with at least three stories. Jesse waited for the lightning to strike just above the house, just like he had seen in all of his cartoons. They creaked open the cold black iron gate, and slowly approached the house. “Mom…” little Jesse started. “You will be fine,” His mother assured. “Nothing will hurt you, I promise! Just go up to the door, ring the doorbell, and then wait for them to come out.” She smiled at him. Jesse uneasily walked up towards the door. He looked back, and his mother waved her hand to tell him to keep going. He turns around and focuses on the porch light ahead. He notices the wicker furniture sitting beside the door. “I can do this, I can do this.” he whispers to himself, conjuring up enough confidence to take the first step onto the porch. He looks up at the ceiling of the porch, ensuring nothing will pop out at him at the last minute. He slowly reaches for the tiny circular doorbell. He hovered his petite fingers over it for a few seconds, until he feels the smooth texture of the button. He wondered how he could be so afraid to press something smaller than his very own hand. His nerves prevented him from pressing it right away. He gathered his courage, and slowly pushed his hand to ring-

“Jesse! Do you know the answer?!” Mr. Almstedt howled. Jesse jumped, now fully awake from his daydream.“No sir. Sorry.” Jesse stated, irritated that he allowed himself to drift off in class again.“Then maybe you should start paying more attention during my class.” said the obviously dissatisfied teacher.But Jesse couldn’t help it. He just could not stand this class. It wasn’t Mr. Almstedt’s fault of course; he had just never understood history. He didn’t understand its significance. It was a giant pain in his neck. He looked down at his history book, trying to read the words that were on it.

WA2 - SECOND

Mr. Almstedt stood up abruptly, catching everyone's attention as he slammed his ruler on the board pointing towards the different countries he was speaking of. "Here's a way to catch their attention." Almstedt thought to himself.

Jesse sat the back of the class, listing out his homework assignments for the night, counting them off on each finger. His teacher, Mr. Almstedt, was rambling on, blissfully unaware (so he thought) of the lack of interest the class shared in World History. Jesse knew he should be paying attention, because his low C in the class just wouldn’t cut it. But he just couldn’t keep his focus on the usual rubbish coming from his teacher’s mouth. Who cared about history anyway? He tried to concentrate, but instead he could feel himself slowly drifting away…

He thought back to a memory of him trick-or-treating on Halloween. He was dressed as a giant pumpkin, and he was only five. The cold air nipped at his cheeks, making them ache. He and his mother walked up house after house just to hear the sounds of the assortments of candies hitting the bottom of his fluorescent orange pumpkin basket. And then they got there, to the house that little Jesse had dreaded most. They creaked open the iron gate, and slowly approached the house.“Mom…” little Jesse started.“You will be fine,” His mother assured. “Nothing will hurt you, I promise! Just go up to the door, ring the doorbell, and then wait for them to come out.” She smiled at him. Jesse slowly walked up towards the door. He looks back, and his mom waves her hand to tell him to keep going. He turns around and focuses on the porch light ahead. He notices the wicker furniture sitting beside the door. “I can do this, I can do this.” he whispers to himself, conjuring up enough confidence to take the first step onto the porch. He looks up at the ceiling of the porch, ensuring nothing will pop out at him at the last minute. He slowly reaches for the tiny circular doorbell. He hovered his petite fingers over it for a few seconds, until he feels the smooth texture of the button. He wondered how he could be so afraid to press something smaller than his very own hand. His nerves prevented him from pressing it right away. He gathered his courage, and slowly pushed his hand to ring-

“Jesse! Do you know the answer?!” Mr. Almstedt howled. Jesse jumped, now fully awake from his daydream.“No sir. Sorry.” Jesse stated, irritated that he allowed himself to drift off in class again.“Then maybe you should start paying more attention during my class.” said the obviously dissatisfied teacher.But Jesse couldn’t help it. He just could not stand this class. It wasn’t Mr. Almstedt’s fault of course; he had just never understood history. He didn’t understand its significance. It was a giant pain in his neck. He looked down at his history book, trying to read the words that were on it.

WA2 -FIRST

Jesse sat in class, listing out his homework assignments for the night, counting off on each finger. His teacher, Mr. Bob, was rambling on, blissfully unaware of the lack of interest the class shared in World History. Jesse knew he should be paying attention, because of his low C in the class just wouldn’t cut it. But he just couldn’t keep his focus on the usual rubbish coming from his teacher’s mouth. Who cared about history anyway? He tried to concentrate, but instead he could feel himself slowly drifting away…
He thought back to the memory of him trick-or-treating on Halloween. He was dressed as a giant pumpkin, and he was only five. The cold air nipped at his cheeks, making them ache. He and his mother walked up house after house just to hear the sounds of the assortments of candies hitting the bottom of his fluorescent orange pumpkin basket. And then they got there, to the house that little Jesse had dreaded most. They creaked open the iron gate, and slowly approached the house.
“Mom…” little Jesse started.
“You will be fine,” His mother assured. “Nothing will hurt you, I promise! Just go up to the door, ring the doorbell, and then wait for them to come out.” She smiled at him.
Jesse slowly walked up towards the door. He looks back, and his mom waves her hand to tell him to keep going. He turns around and focuses on the porch light ahead. He notices the wicker furniture sitting beside the door. I can do this, I can do this. He whispers to himself, conjuring up enough confidence to take the first step onto the porch. He looks up at the ceiling of the porch, ensuring nothing will pop out at him at the last minute. He slowly reaches for the tiny circular doorbell. He hovered his petite fingers over it for a few seconds, until he feels the smooth texture of the button. He wondered how he could be so afraid to press something smaller than his very own hand. His nerves prevented him from pressing it right away. He gathered his courage, and slowly pushed his hand to ring-
“Jesse! Do you know the answer?!” Mr. Bob howled. Jesse jumped, now fully awake from his daydream.
“No sir. Sorry.” Jesse stated, irritated that he allowed himself to drift off in class again.
“Then maybe you should start paying more attention during my class.” said the obviously dissatisfied teacher.

But Jesse couldn’t help it. He just could not stand this class. It wasn’t Mr. Bob’s fault of course; he had just never understood history. He didn’t understand its significance. It was a giant pain in his neck. He looked down at his history book, trying to read the words that were on it.