How to make ramen. (:

Have nothing to eat but really hungry? Too lazy to make something fancy? Don't have enough money? There is one, simple solution to all of the questions: ramen.

Ramen is a type of instant food that is easy to make, and a simple,filling meal.It's spicy, has noodles, and of course, delicious. There are many ways to make ramen, here is one of the many recipies:

First, you buy any type of ramen you at a store nearby. Most stores sell more than ten types of ramen. Spicy ones, mild ones, and even thick or thin noodles. Pick the one you want, and buy yourself a one dollar meal. Next, you get a pot with water and boil the water. Let the water boil a lot for a few minutes, just to make sure it won't stop boiling after you take the cap off. Third, put the spice in first. The spice is the red powder in the small bag inside and let it boil a little.After you put the spice in, drop the noodles and vegetable mix inside the ramen bag into the boiling water. Wait for about three to five minutes, depending how you like your noodles done. The final step is to eat the delicious ramen you just made for yourself. (:

Failure? Success.

“Sometimes things can go right only by first going very wrong” –Edward Tenner

In whatever you do, there are times where you just want to give up in the first few minutes. You just want to collapse onto the floor and not do anything and stay still. Sometimes, these moments can bring you success in what you do by driving you to do something.

I walked into the quiet, still room with sixty other middle school friends whom stared at me intensely. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I tried to sneak into my seat and put my clarinet on my lap so it wouldn’t make any noise. Instead, I tripped on the carpet floor, almost dropped my clarinet, and most of all, fell with a huge boom. Everybody stared at me with bunny eyes as if I had committed a felony. I thought, ‘Oh boy, this is going to be a long, hard day’ and sat on the seat, opening my music to finger along. Soon enough, the judges came in the room, sitting in the very back of the classroom, backs towards us with a black curtain separating us. For hours, the audition continued. Suddenly, the judge said in a harsh tone, “Letter I and J were not able to come. Letter K, please come forward and play the audition. For about ten seconds, I was not away of what was happening. Then, the person next to me gave me a glare, and I finally figured it out. It was my turn. I took a deep breath, walked over and played my music the way I practiced it all along, successfully. The day that I thought was going to turn out horribly, turned into a wonderful day of giving me the honor of Houston Region first chair.

The Migrant Mother - The story.

The Migrant Mother, by Dorothea Lange

I stared out at the dark, dusty sky, praying and hoping that today, there would be a small miracle. A miracle that could feed my children, just once a day. A miracle that this would end soon and we could go back to our lives we had before. A miracle that would let everybody live through this. 

I knew it was almost impossible for all of my many children to get one good meal a day. I knew most people were in similar situations. I also knew that this would go on for a very long time. 

However, all I could do now was to pray to God asking him for help and His mercy. There was nothing left I could do. My children were sick and tired from starving for days and days. I was weak and hopeless from the days of begging for food from others and caring for my children. Everything was stripped away from me and I had nothing in my hands. No food, no money, no anything. 

Every day and night, I would cry out to God, asking Him and getting mad at Him for what He had done to us. Why He had done this to us and when this would end.

My children pulled on my clothes as I walked into the tent, looking at me with their hopeful eyes. The biggest one opened his mouth, asking if I brought any food. Shaking my head, I patted his hair saying sorry. All of my childrens' heads dropped and slowly walked away from me. I collapsed onto the ground, and tears bursted out of my eyes. The youngest child came to me and sat on my lap, crying and asking when she would be able to eat. I softly said 'I don't know,' patting her head and looking out in the sky, praying once again.