Note: I did this back in February for my Geography 12 class. I could give you a brief synopsis of the assignment, but what's the point in that? I'll let it speak for itself, thank you very much. Now That's Entertainment . . . Issue # 14 [[ WARNING: The following piece contains material and/or language that may offend or not be suitable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.]] "A Harry-Raising Experience" When most people think about the life of a rock, they seee nothing more than a grey lump sitting on the side of a road. Most people think the life of a rock is unbelievably boring and unchanging. However, upon further inspection and research, one would find that the life of a rock is not all that different than that of me or you. One major difference between our lives and the lives of rocks is time. The average person nowadays can live upwards to 80 years. In essence, the life of a rock is ever-changing, and never truly ends. Take Harry, for example. He was formed, or born if you like, billions of years ago, when the Earth first began. Without an atmosphere, life did not exist on this new thing called Earth. However, volcanoes bubbled, and incoming asteroids made craters. these asteroids were constantly bombarding the rock Earth, changing its face with each moment passing. Harry bubbled in the Earth's core, where the temperature continued to rise. Eventually, life, as we know it, began on Earth. Harry bubbled his way closer and closer to the surface, until one day, with the eruption of a since extinct volcano, Hary finally got to see the light. His life's long trek to the surface, taking millions and millions of years, finally paid off and he was at the surface. Unfortunately, along the way, Harry was severely damaged and hurt inside. He never really had many friends going up. With his nose to the grindstone, he eventually was pressured, grinding himself into a fine ash. The eruption pushed Harry, as millions of particles of ash, into the air and he slowly but surely found his way back down to earth, spread over a vast area. That's when he started his habit of smoking. Over the next few million years, the nearby volcano erupted now and again. This threw more and more of his childhood buddies, as ash, into the atmosphere. His friends then landed on top of Harry. This peer pressure changed him, for better or for worse. He had since quit his smoking, at least for now, and led a rather tranquil life. He had gone from his early childhood as molten rock, into fine ash as an adolescent, and now as an adult, he had been pressured into becoming sedimentary rock. The rains came and washed away his childhood chums, but Harry managed to stick his ground, and stay, at least for a while. The Ice Age came along, and Harry again was put under much pressure. All of this weight from the overlying snow and ice and such had compressed Harry. This pushed him closer and closer to his birthplace, the Earth's core. The resonating heat, coupled with the overlying pressure he'd been getting, changed Harry yet again. This time, he changed . . . some may say he may have been kind of metamorphic, in a way. He took on the last name Slate, and was henceforth called Harry Slate. Well, Harry, having led a rather exciting life, wanted to return to his roots, so to speak. From the overlying pressure above him, he pushed deeper and deeper into the Earth. That is when he met his future wife, Sally. When Harry met Sally, he literally melted in her arms. It was love at first sight. This deep heartfelt love they shared, the fire and passion that burned within them, eventually bonded them together. Again in the Earth's core, the two of them became molten. Sally was a rther bubbly girl. they hung around, and played their little games, but a few million years down the line, after their marriage, they knew that they had to start a family. So, they moseyed right along, up a vent, and over through a dyke. The fire that burned within them, the passion they felt when they first met that fateful evening, died out. They were cool, now. Being underground while this happened, they were eternally joined as intrusive igneous rock. They were granite. So, they both took on the name Granite. Harry and Sally Granite. The over head rocks and such were weathered away. Mankind also had since came along and industrialized. They were mining in the area, and dug their way into the Granite's quaint little underground home. Harry and Sally broke up when Pickaxe came between them. Sally fell for her shiny new friend, but Pickaxe did not return her love. He was cold inside-out. Well, the miners put Harry and Sally in separate wheelbarrows to be wheeled off wherever they were headed, and Harry never saw Sally again. As fate would have it, Harry fell off the wheelbarrow as it bounced and trembled toward the truck. Harry remained in that spot for the next few years, the only movement being from teh ocassional kick of heavy precipitation. Luckily, or unluckily (depending on how you see it), Harry was picked up by a young boy going on a nature walk with his father. The child son got bored of Harry, and threw him in a nearby playground. The playground of Livingstone Elementary had the stereotypical swings and such, and this was Harry's new home. One day, a tremendously talented, incredibly intelligent Geography 12 student came along, looking for a rock just like Harry. You see, this student had a little project on his hands; he had to write a story about a rock. Well as luck would have it, Michael, the Tupper student, snatched Harry and took him home. Who knows what the future has in store for our little Harry? I don't. ============================ © 2000 Michael Kwan. 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