Oxbow High School

Letter From the Future

April 8, 2050


Dear Child,

My, my, what a different world you live in. I look around at your life sometimes, and I remember what we did. I remember how we changed our own lives so that you could enjoy the world that we did as children. Though I am sorry that I can’t be here with you to tell you this in person, I am going to try my best to remember how exactly we changed our futures. I hope I have all my facts right – old age is really getting to me these days.


I’m not sure I would classify this man as a stranger, although I know very little about him. I see him, driving his old green truck with the cap on the back, several times a week, and sometimes a day. He wears a hat, old and ratty, and has a long beard. His eyes are always glued to the road, but he waves at the house every time he passes it, at least that I know of.

One Fatal Night


Car Crash

I didn’t know what was happening at the time of the car crash. It was just a normal day. My parents, my older brother Travis and I were going out for our regular sunday drive. Usually every sunday we would go out for a sunday drive and decide where to go.

Save the Earth

Over the years there has been much debate on whether humans or nature itself is the cause of climate change.  It is true that there has been many changes that have happened in nature and in the development of humans.  However, humans are the main cause.



Read This!

In order to make a difference, someone such as I, will tell thee get off the computer and help thy community. The s*it (spit) has not hit the fan JUST yet, but will soon happen. Unless of course you get the inspiration to pick up a piece of trash.

Just remember the banana peel you threw outside your car window and just a few minutes later I break my leg and all because you couldn't compost. How do you live with yourself?

You could read this and tell others. Only just remember that I only said words and you did the rest that made the change. Please help thy communties.

Make Change

Carbon Tax

Isabella Giesing


Sometimes I wonder about the world

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