Thursday, October 15, 2009

Calling in a Storm

We live in a mostly material world. Everywhere we turn there is something new and exciting, tempting us to buy it. Objects cry out to us, promising value. People often fail to realize that just because something is expensive, it's not always valuable. You could go out and buy a diamond dog collar for thousands of dollars, but honestly, is it really worth it? Sure, it's priced expensive for a reason, but that doesn't meant it’s really valuable. I could go out and say that a hat is worth $100,000, and to me it might be, but to others it's nothing but a $5 hat. Value is what we see it as, it's different to everyone. It shouldn't be based on prices, especially when you can't put a price on some of the most valuable things in life. How much would you say waking up to a sunny Saturday morning is worth? Or winning a tough game? Could you ever put a price on those long nights you spend hanging out with your friends? Now put a price on that diamond necklace, or Rolex watch. If you had to choose between time with your friends and wearing one of those, which would you choose? Which really values more? All that shimmers is not gold.


I look out at the ominous gray clouds that are taking over the sky. They cast a shadow over the town, promising rain. I pull myself away from the window and turn on the TV. I immediately turn on the weather channel, looking eagerly at the weather advisories. My spirits leap when I see the bright yellow box around South Hadley. Weather Advisory: Severe Thunderstorms makes its way across the screen. I jump up and look back out at the sky, watching the rain already start to pour down. In no time at all the windows are streaked with rain and it’s hard to see outside, so I eventually head up to my room.

I open the windows a little to let in the sound of the rain, and smell it. The cold air hits me quickly, making me shiver and step back from the window. The clock ticks slowly as I wait for the first sign of the storm, hoping the weatherman didn’t fail again. Suddenly, a clap of thunder catches my attention and I jump a little in surprise. The violent outburst sends my three dogs scurrying up to my room, ears down in terror.

I turn off the light, close the door, and crawl into bed. My blankets are warm and protecting from the outside weather. Lightning illuminates the night sky, followed by another crack of thunder. The sky lashes out in anger, holding nothing back. All of the sounds mix into a lullaby, the pattering of rain, the panting of dogs, the sudden outbursts of the thunder and the howling of the wind. I close my eyes and relax, enjoying the perfect night with one dog at my feet, one at my side and one next to my bed.


I walk into my room and instantly plop down my heavy school bag. I reach through my pockets and pull out my treasure to rush it to its charger. I push the power button, bringing it to life. It buzzes and a red Verizon wireless screen greets me. I rest it on my desk, its scratched screen lighting up to charge. I longingly flip it open after a brutal day of school. I check the texts and scroll through the pictures as always. I have to press a little harder than I did a year ago, but the buttons respond and that’s all that matters.

The deep red phone looks perfectly in place in my hand. My fingers fly over the QWERTY keyboard with ease as I tell a friend that I’m home at last. My phone hums at the response and I am instantly connected to my friend. My worn out Env2 has seen more than its fair share of what I would probably call phone abuse if I ever had to give a name. It has been dropped on the sidewalks repeatedly, thrown against beds, and has gone through a few water rides due to my ignorance.

The initial cost was about $200, but I had an upgrade and got it for only $50. Right out of the store it is a new, promising phone, foreign to my touch and sense of directions. After spending days figuring out everything that my red Env2 could do it instantaneously became a part of my everyday life. With unlimited texting and minutes the phone bill comes in at around $200 a month, a major improvement from when I could go over my limits and have to pay the extra fees. Honestly, it’s worth every penny, and that’s not just because it’s not my responsibility to pay the phone bill. My cell phone is more than just a cell phone. It holds memories, instant contact with any friend now matter how far away, and all those things I couldn’t ever remember on my own. I depend on this old, vibrate-only (water damage destroyed the sound) phone to wake me up every morning for school. It’s reliable, and can never forget, quite unlike me.


Both my thunderstorm nights and my cell phone offer me a kind of comfort. My cell phones bring me close to my friends, and I feel safe knowing that they are only a text or call away. My thunderstorm nights bring me closer to my animals, and also make me feel safe hidden under the blankets surrounded by animals I’ve known since I was a little kid. They are also completely different. My phone is always with me, and I know it like the back of my hand now. Thunderstorms at night aren’t as common, and they are nowhere near as predictable. I value both of these things a lot. Without my phone, I’d probably be lost. My thunderstorm nights bring back memories and calm me down, and I cherish them. I couldn’t put a price on either one.I value them so much, I don't care what other people's opinions are on their value.

3 comments:

  1. 1. The author seems to be saying that things we buy aren't necessarily the most important things. She says expensive items tempt us every day but it't not always worth it. She truly values and loves thunderstorms and her cell phone.

    2. I thought that the description of thunderstorms was extremely well written. "Lightning illuminates the night sky, followed by another crack of thunder. The sky lashes out in anger, holding nothing back. All of the sounds mix into a lullaby, the pattering of rain, the panting of dogs, the sudden outbursts of the thunder and the howling of the wind."

    3. I think this essays overall strength is word choice. The author uses descriptive and powerful words to really make the essay come alive. "The sky lashes out in anger, holding nothing back."

    4. Honestly, I didn't find anything that I would change. I think there might have been a small spelling error, but that's it.

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  2. The author seems to be saying that value is just what we choose it to be. And that she is also questioning what really is valuable. It could be interpreted as both an expensive item or a treasured time or event. She also explained that both thunderstorms and her phone are something important to her.

    "They cast a shadow over the town, promising rain." I really liked this sentence. It gave me an image of what it may look like, and also it was a very well written statement. It used very despcriptie word use, making it seem to catch the reader's attention.

    I believe that this essays best strength was it's word use. The author chose very sophisticated and descriptive words, and placed them together in a way that gave the author an image of the scene, and made it flow smoothly together. It made the essay very eye catching and nice to read.

    I could not find anything really that the author needed to change. She made her point very clearly. Maybe she could have elaborated on why she liked thunderstorms.

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  3. The author seems to be saying that value is just what we choose it to be. And that she is also questioning what really is valuable. It could be interpreted as both an expensive item or a treasured time or event. She also explained that both thunderstorms and her phone are something important to her.

    "They cast a shadow over the town, promising rain." I really liked this sentence. It gave me an image of what it may look like, and also it was a very well written statement. It used very despcriptie word use, making it seem to catch the reader's attention.

    I believe that this essays best strength was it's word use. The author chose very sophisticated and descriptive words, and placed them together in a way that gave the author an image of the scene, and made it flow smoothly together. It made the essay very eye catching and nice to read.

    I could not find anything really that the author needed to change. She made her point very clearly. Maybe she could have elaborated on why she liked thunderstorms.

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