Slut Shaming

One thing I don't understand about people is why they have to make anything and everything their business. One thing that bothers me a lot is slut shaming. Slut shaming is a common thing in today's society. If a girl, for instance, has slept with a couple of guys, then she's automatically a whore. But when a guy sleeps with a dozen of girls, he's a "legend". Why can't we just accept people for who they are and what they do and just live our own lives? We can do whatever we like with our own bodies and I think it's disgusting that people go behind other people's back and talk shit about them, just because of the choices they've made before.  

I really don't want this to be an issue in today's society, but it is. And I don't know what I, or we can do to make it stop. People are who they are, and there's nothing we can do to stop them from doing whatever they like.  

Hunger Games - The End

My name is Elise. I grew up in district 12 in Panem. This is not a very good place to grow up. There's no freedom. No democracy. So, I've decided that I'm going to do something about it. I am willing to risk my own life to make Panem a better place. For me, and for the sake of others. This is my story. 

The clock is ticking and I'm pacing around the room. I doesn't know why I'm stressing, but I am. Maybe it's because of the reaping next week, or maybe it's just stress. Since I'm eighteen years old, my name is in the lottery forty- two times. They say, "may the odds be ever in your favor", but I guess the odds aren't really in my favor at this point.  

I sit down by the table to calm my nerves. It's just me in the house at the moment. It's completely silent. For many people that may be calming, but not for me. Silence has never been a good thing in my life. Silence always brings something bad with it. It's weird.  

My siblings are out, trying to get some food which is not very easy here in district 12. We usually have to trade some of our stuff in order to get food. But we're managing. 

Right now, I'm just sitting in the kitchen wondering about how I can make Panem a better place. I'll probably have to kill President Snow, which is NOT going to be an easy task. Since I'm basically a nobody, it is going to be almost impossible to get close enough to actually kill him. And to be honest, I have no idea how I'm going to get into the Capitol. I can't exactly just buy a train ticket.

  

"Come on, think, Elise", I say to myself. Maybe I could do something with the names in the bowl? No, that's to advanced. I could sneak on board the train when the tributes go to the Capitol? Yes! That's it.  

The days go by a lot faster than I hoped they would. I feel like I don't have time to plan my "mission". What exactly is my mission? OK, so I will sneak into the train before it leaves. Then what? I'll find a place to stay the night. Then go to the president's house. I'll tell them that I have an emergency and they will have to let me in. And from then I'll just improvise. I honestly don't know I'm doing. This is going to be a disaster. 

The day has come. This is the day the train leaves the district. In just a couple hours, I am going to be hiding inside a train. So, right now I'm packing a bag with a couple of things I may need.  

I walk out the door in a hurry. Time flies when you're nervous, I guess. I didn't notice that it's only a few minutes until the train leaves. As soon as I'm out of people's sight, I run. If I don't make it to the train in time, I won't get a second chance.  

I'm breathing heavily as I see the train. Doors still open, thankfully. I slip inside as the doors close and I sit down behind some furniture. Now I just have to wait for the train to arrive the Capitol. 

My eyes suddenly open when the train stops. I can hear voices coming from a cabin farther down. When I hear footsteps, I quickly get off the train before anyone can see me.  

There is a lot of people here, so it's not going to be difficult blending in. I get in to the crowd and walk towards the president's house. It's not too far away.  

I can feel that I am starting to get a bit nervous. My palms are sweaty and my heart is beating fast. Maybe this was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come here.  

What am I saying? I can't afford thinking like this. I'm going to finish what I came here to do, even if it kills me. 

I'm now standing outside a large, white building. This is where it's going to end. All I have to do is figure out how I'm going to get inside. They're not just letting anybody in.   

Then my eyes lands on a maid and I got an idea. I can get some clothes so that I can dress up as a maid. But I don't have the time, or money, to buy some clothes. That leaves me one option: kidnap her. 

She's walking toward the door, so I have get to her quickly. I sit down and look into the bag I brought. I remember bringing a rope and a bag. I can use them. 

The maid is almost at the door now, so I run towards her. When I get to her I quickly put the bag over her head and put my hand over her mouth so that she can't scream. Then I tie the rope to her hands. Now I just have to find somewhere to lock her up.  

When I'm done with the maid, I walk towards the door and before I get there, the door opens. I look up to see a camera. Makes sense. This was easy enough. Now comes the hard part. To get to the president and actually kill him.

When I get inside, all I can see is a long hall with lots of doors on each side and one door at the end of the hall. The door that is straight down the hall is the one I choose.   

I open the door and the first thing I see is guards. Lots of guards. I pray to God that they won't ask any questions while I walk ahead. Thankfully they don't. This is easier than I thought it would be.  

When I get to another door, I can hear voices. I recognize one of them as the president's. I've heard his voice multiple times before.  

I just stand outside the door for a couple minutes to find out how many people there is inside the room. It sounds like it's just two. I can do this. 

When I open the door, the president and the other woman looks at me, but say nothing. They just turn around and keep talking. I didn't think this would be this easy when I first planned this.  

I walk towards the president, acting like I'm cleaning. I take out the knife I took out from my bag earlier. When I stand right behind president Snow, I stab him in the neck with the knife. The other lady gasps before she calls out for the guards which is standing outside the door. 

They are now rushing in and the last thing I hear is gunshots. Then all I see is darkness.  

Plus Size Models

Today we have all kinds of advertisements. On TV, in magazines and on the streets. Everywhere. This affects us, even if we think it doesn't. I want to talk about one type in particular. And that's clothes/ models. There is one thing that makes me really mad. They use "normal" models as plus size models, and that is NOT ok. Why can't they use models who actually is plus size to advertise plus size clothes? 

How can people even consider these girls as plus size? That is just sick! When they use "normal" models as plus size models, they makes us think that this is not normal. If you have a little more fat than other models, you're overweight. This is probably not the message they thinks they're sending, but this is what I think.

Today's Society

I know that I have written about this before, but I can't say it enough. I'm so sick of today's society. I'm sick of people that thinks everyone has to be perfect to be accepted. I wish people would realize that there is no such thing as "perfect".
The children who grows up today, learns that you must have tons of likes on Instagram, expensive clothes, phones and makeup. Pretty much everything has to be expensive. This is not how I want our society to be. But how can we change this? This is the way people think, we can't just change people's minds.

My Dream

If you ask a couple people if they have a dream, they will most likely have one. Everyone has a goal they want to achieve. Well, so do I. Since I was a little girl, I've always wanted to go to the USA. Or more precisely, move there. I don't really know why I've always wanted to do that, but I think it is because I want to see something new. I want to experience the other cultures, and most of all, I want to learn the language fluently. I've always loved the language. English has been MY subject in school since I started. I also want to move to USA because of the High School spirit. I want to know how it feels. I know it's not like what you see in movies, so it would be fun to experience it. I think it would be good for me to get away from my life here in Norway. This is something I really, really want to do, so I've thought about an exchange year in the states when I'm 17/18.

The New America

In the story "The Hunger Games" there is a country named Panem. Panem consists of thirteen districts and they have one ruler. In this text I'm going to write about what I think happened to the "old" USA since it's now become Panem. Like I said, there is only one ruler in Panem. I think this ruler wanted to show that he had all the power, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him, but this can’t be the only reason why he did it? No, I think that he was a good person at first, he had no bad intentions and he was just like anyone else. But one day he made a huge mistake and people saw the person he had become. He had a big ego and it was now all about him, no one else. When he made this mistake, people got angry and there was no turning back.civil war broke out. People was destroying the country without even noticing. The civil war lasted too long for the ruler’s liking, so he bombed everything and the country was too damaged to be fixed. They had to build up the country again or die. They couldn’t live there anymore. So, they built up the country named Panem.

Interview with the refugees

Sigurd    Thea    Elise 

We got a task to interview some refugees that had to escape from their own country because of war. These refugees came all the way from Syria and Eritrea. We had the opportunity to interview a really great guy, his name was Kadas and came from Eritrea

 Why did you come to Norway? 

 I wasn't safe there, so I couldn't stay. If I'd stay, I'd have to be one of the government. Some people like to stay there and be with the government and others don’t like to stay. 

How did you come to Norway. 

 At first I went to Kurdistan and I stayed there for two years. While I was there, I was teaching kids about music. Things didn't get any better, so I couldn't stay there forever. I kept going to other countries like Turkey and Greece where I stayed for two weeks. Then I went to Macedonia, Serbia, Croatia, Austria, Germany, Denmark, Sweden and then finally Norway. 

What would you like to achieve? What would you like to do? 

Maybe play football. Not just with friends but at a professional level. Right now I play for Batnfjord.  

What do you think about us Norwegians? 

 For me, perfect. You are very, very polite. I've never seen people like you.

 Was there anything you could do in Eritrea that you can't do here in Norway? 

 I don't know actually. It's really difficult. 

Then he asked us what we think about refugees. All of us thought that it's good for the culture.  

 Is there anything we Norwegians can do to make it better for you refugees? 

For me everything is perfect.  

In this task we got the pleasure of getting to know a lot more about refugees, and how their life is while escaping. It was a great opportunity.