Bernard Mohorn: A Great Man of His Time

Bernard Mohorn was one of a kind. My only great-grandfather and my best friend. The talks that we used to share, I can remember them as if he still told them today. One of the most memorable stories that he used to share was when he was in the Vietnam War. Everytime he would begin to reminisce on his past he would say, "you wanna hear somethin boy?" After I heard that, I knew that there was a story going to be told.

Whenever he told his stories, I would be able to see vivdly what he was saying. For instance, the still bodies that laid on the battle ground either dead, or badly wounded by their enemies, or even by their same army. I remember when he told me about seeing his best friend die right in front of his eyes. Barely being able to identify him from the dust mixed with sweat that almost covered all of his face, and the blood that took over half of his army uniform.

As he would revive the war from his past, I would always try to relate to the distinctive sounds he must have heard. I began to concentrate on the sounds of the bombs being fired, and everyone loading up their weapons for attack. The winds that whirled against the sounds of bullets being punctured into the chests, and heads of these soldiers. The frantic chaos that were yelled by both sides, and even the pounding of their feet on the battle ground as they charged at their opponent.

Oftentimes, my great- grandfather wasn't able to finish his stories about the war because of how many of them affected him. When it got to that point, I would try to comfort him by reminding him of how great he was for being able to fight for his country and be able to stand tall and say so. The feelings I felt inside when I was with him can never be described entirely, but will always be memorialized because I never anticipated the day he wouldn't be able to share another one of his stories with me again. Until this day, a piece of him remains in my mind, soul and spirit.

Education Metaphor

My writing metaphor would be like a painter, trying to make a beautiful painting appear on a blank canvas. Painting requires a lot of thinking, planning, and precision.  The painter knows that he is going to be judged on the quality of his work; therefore he puts a lot of time and effort into the painting.  With the first stroke of the brush, it is clear to the artist where he wants the painting to go.  Once, the painting is done there’s the perfect picture.

The Importance of Education

EDUCATION IS............


First and foremost, I have to say that before anything education is everything. My mother always told me that "without education, I won't have nothing." I mean to explain that further, she means that without education, I will never be able to have the knowledge I would need to succeed in life. Education gives a person the courage to take on many aspects in life that one desires to. Actually, education makes a person who they are. If I wasn't forced to attend school by my mother, I probably wouldn't have the right mindset towards education today. Without it, it actually encompasses me in a tight space; with it, I am sure to obtain the many opportunities that are there for me to take advantage of.

A person can never stop learning something new. With the accumulated knowledge that never seems to seize, learning can never be an issue; it is up to that individual though. Everyone has the same brain, and the same ability to retain information that one is able to perceive. Education is power, it is life, and without life I am without breath. It lives within me, I walk by its beat, and I will continue until I become satisfied. Though, I will never be satisfied, so education shall be apart of me until death calls my name.