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B1 L40 – 10% Savings

 The book Richest Man in Babylon teaches the management of money. The most prominent rule that it states is “10% of what I earn is mine to save.” That statement is closely followed by “Our expenses will grow to match our incomes unless we protest to the contrary.”  

 In short, this means to cut back on expenses as a way to save for later. That missing ten percent is almost unnoticeable, but over time that ten percent grows to a very tidy sum. For instance, the maximum amount of money that I can possibly make in a year is $500 if I do all my chores and school on time. 10% of that is $50. So over approximately three years, I earned $122. (I didn’t always get all my chores done.) Over 50 years at that rate I’d make $2,500. With a more substantial income, that number would increase exponentially. Say I had an average job as a commercial pilot. That would be $77,200 per year. Doing that over 50 years (at only 10%) would be a satisfying sum of 386,000 dollars without interest. That’s sufficient to live off for a long time.

 The biggest question a skeptic could ask about this strategy is “Wouldn’t I notice the missing few thousand”? Probably not. A mere $7,720 would be diverted from spending – The remaining $69,480 would be sufficient to pay the bills and necessities.   

 Mathematically and historically, this is the best way to get rich. It’s not quick, but it is a surefire way. Use it – It will change your savings account for the better.

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PS L35 – Speech 3: Vaping

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E1 L35 – Contrast and Narrative

In composing the autobiography The Persecutor, Sergei Kourdakov exhibits diverse contrasts to enliven his account; diversity of virtue, antonyms, and activities are all molded to become a book. It becomes particularly apparent when comparing different parts of the story, such as the Sunday picnic and the following raid, or the Soviet leaders and the Soviet people.  

 The first contrast made in the book was his studies of Communism in Komsomol (communist youth league) and his orphanage. His studies of Communism told him that every man was equal and that no one should be left out. On the other hand, his orphanage was chaos. The kids hated the politicians running the place, and vice versa. The punishments were random, but nobody got punished for perpetrations outside the school grounds. Thus, all the teenagers would leave the premises and tyrannize the encompassing community until the region was a warzone. The kids weren’t penalized for this, and so they continued doing it. They beat up other people, contrasting with Lenin’s teaching that every man is equal. They pilfered others’ treasures, leaving them moneyless. This is in blatant contrast to Kourdakov’s studies of Communism.

 The subsequent prominent distinction was a cookout later in the book. Kourdakov had been hired by the government to beat up Christians smuggling Bibles into Russia. One one of those raids, he and his 14 goons remained near the baptismal site for the Christians to arrive. As they waited, the goons pulled out lunch baskets, a tablecloth, and plenty of vodkas. They drunk themselves silly, then ambushed the Christians at the site. The pastor was hit by a club and killed, as the rascals shoved sand down the Christians’ throats to stop the praying. After the brutality, they indulged themselves in stripping a girl bare and molesting her. They then beat her and chained her to a group of other Christians and threw the whole lot in the ice-room.  

 The leaders in Moscow were happy with this treatment of the Christians. Then again, they were hypocrites too. This was shown in the incident in which Kourdakov gained a medal for his “services” in beating up Christians. He was given praise by the Moscow Komsomol leader, then he was invited back to the leaders’ dinner. They ate the best of food and had vodka in excess – so much so that the leaders all got drunk and one of them denounced Communism as a curse. Kourdakov lost his faith right then and there, and he became determined to get out of Russia.

 Those are three of the most prominent contrasts in the book. They strengthen the writing by making it concise and adding a bit of spice. My opinion is that without the flairs, this book would be a tedious task to read; instead, it is fun and fetching to read. 

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B1 L35 – Small Business Vs. Apprenticeship

When you are searching for a way to make money, three options are usually available: A job in a business that’s already growing, apprenticeship, or starting a small business. Commonly the second two options are discarded for college or other scheduling problems. However, in my case, all three would work because I am a homeschooler. Though any of the three options would work, I opted for a small, non-labor-intensive business. An apprenticeship would occupy massive blocks of time on my already-manic schedule.
With an apprenticeship, anybody would be able to gain marketable skills under the teaching of a mentor; it could even be worth skipping college for. It is an excellent option for anyone with plenty of spare time, insufficient amounts of money for college, and possibly some people who can’t quite get into the colleges. An apprenticeship is the cheapskate’s way to become an expert on a subject by repeatedly doing it – after all, Masterson once said that practicing for ten thousand hours allows a person to claim true mastery. That’s approximately four years – the same amount of time as earning a bachelor’s degree. I’d say that’s worth skipping college; interviewers would be more likely to hire a master architect than the holder of a degree in that same subject. Experience is consequential in the process of hiring. It is time-consuming, however. It simply doesn’t fit with a hectic schedule, sadly.
On the other hand, although experimenting with a small business is all trial and error, it returns the same benefits as an apprenticeship. Another possible advantage is a reduced cost in time; the downside of this is it costs money to kick-start. Obviously, the risk is inherent in starting a business, but if the business becomes successful, then the returns are worth the risk.
An example could be my business. My business is comprised of selling cords/stacks of chopped wood at fixed prices. It is a seasonal business that uses wood that Mom and Dad chopped down years ago. It is working out well, paying out $100 per cord (448 cubic feet of chopped wood) and $20 per stack (21 pieces of quarter-rounds). It isn’t time-consuming, however. I still can fit it into my schedule because weekends don’t have as many events as weekdays.
In conclusion, that’s why I prefer running a small business. The advantages are similar to those of an apprenticeship, plus it eats less time. It costs more in money than an apprenticeship, but the results are the same – a steady income, marketable experience, minimal debt, and less time cost. Those four points are why I think small businesses are better than apprenticeships.

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PS L30 – Speech 2: My School Days

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E1 L25 – Major Turning points in My Life

          Most people have points at which their life completely changes.  It may be a death, a birth, a bankruptcy, or a lottery win.  There is no end to the possibilities that may be a point at which life goes in a different direction.  For me, the main one was when I finally decided to stop being sneaky.  It took years of punishment, lots of talks interspersed with crying, and a few times of my little brother doing what I couldn’t to finally make me do it.

          I was around five when I started sneaking.  It began with books and a huge bag of Skittles.  My little brother and I were sleeping in a bunkbed in a room with a bathroom on the other side.  I had already started reading books in bed, using a flashlight and my covers.  Then I decided that reading in the bathroom was probably a better idea (less likely to get caught) so I dashed over to the bathroom.  I knew Mom and Dad were already asleep, but I was cautious anyways.  Then, as I was reading the book, I remembered Mom’s big bag of skittles, which she had in her desk.  She would hand them out every time we finished a class.  An idea popped into my head – get the skittles, get in the bathroom, read and eat skittles.  It worked for two days – then Mom noticed that Skittles were disappearing from the bag.  As I liked Skittles more than Aden did, She suspected I was the culprit.  That night, she waited until midnight, reading a book on her device, then silently made her way to her desk.  She opened the drawer which contained the Skittles – lo and behold, they were not there.  She peeked into the room, saw that I wasn’t in bed, and checked the bathroom.  That whole time, I was completely unaware that Mom was following my tracks.  I was sitting on the toilet, holding a book, with a bag of skittles by my side, as my jaw began to hurt from too much chewing.  Outside the door, Mom waited till she heard a bag crinkle, then burst in the door.  Her eyes went from the bag, to the book, then to the startled face above.

          A week later, The drawer was locked, but I had found the key, and got the skittles anyways.  I was discovered again, about three days after that. 

          The most recent deliberate one (where I knew I was likely to get into trouble) was about two years ago.  We had guests over, so everyone was very tired and my little brother was downstairs (the guest claimed his room).  Laying in bed, I decided “tonight would be the night.”  Having a flashlight and book handy, plus thick covers (despite the time of year), I tucked into the book, waiting for everyone to go to sleep.   After the clock hit eleven thirty, I slowly got up and “went to get some water.”  I was really checking If anyone was up.  No-one was, though, so I forgot my water, went back into my room (we had separated my brother’s and my rooms about three years before), and waited another thirty to make absolutely sure everyone was asleep.  At midnight, I crawled onto the stairs down from my bed, tiptoed over to the schoolroom door, and tuned the knob.  It was unlocked; I was in.  I settled down on a chair near the door, turned the volume way low, and started up the videos.  I watched until about two thirty in the morning, decided I should go to bed, and turned the TV off.  I crept back to my bed.

          The next morning, Mom found the remote in the wrong place (on her chair; that was a big mistake) and called me in.  I had been doing stuff like that for six years, so it was kinda obvious that if the remote was in the wrong place, it was probably me.  so she called me in, and since I was already grounded on Blackout (no toys, games, electronics, etc, etc.) she made it even longer.  I had already been on punishment for a while, so this final week made that length over one straight year of blackout.  (It wasn’t worth it.) That final blow broke the camel’s back – I repented (somewhat) and mostly discontinued my sneakiness.

          From that point up to today, I have been weaning myself off gaming videos (though I do still screw up occasionally) and asking permission to do stuff like play videogames almost all the time now.  That YoB (Year of Blackout) was what finally forced me to discontinue my psychotic sneakiness. That was the main turning point of my life; when I changed for the better after years of sneaking.