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My name is Lucas Hong, and I am 18 years old. I was born in Van Nuys, and lived in Southern California until the 5th grade, when I moved up to San Jose, California. This fall semester, I plan to study at University of California, Santa Barbara as an anthropology major. In the future, I plan to attend seminary and become employed as a full-time pastor, just like my father. I enjoy wrestling, listening to music, and playing the drumset. I love taking care of children and I love all sorts of animals. First and foremost, I would like to thank my mom for loving and caring for me at my highest and lowest moments at all times and I would like to thank my entire family for accepting who I am. My heartfelt thanks goes to Mrs. Fill, for working hard for us to see the beauty in literature and for assigning this fulfilling project to me. I would like to thank Pastor Julie Kim for supporting me in my spiritual growth and for showing me how to love someone who is radically different from you.

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Which Book Impacted me the most and which one impacted me the least? #5a

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Which Book Impacted me the most and which one impacted me the least? #5a

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Traveling Through the Dark - William Stafford (Poem)

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Traveling through the dark I found a deer

dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.

It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:

that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car

and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;

she had stiffened already, almost cold.

I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason-

her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,

alive, still, never to be born.

Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;

under the hood purred the steady engine.

I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;

around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all-my only swerving-,

then pushed her over the edge into the river.

William Stafford, "Traveling through the Dark" from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1998 by William Stafford. Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org.

Source: The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 1998)

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Traveling through the Dark by William E. Stafford | Poetry Foundation

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Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

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Shane Kocyzan - To This Day (Spoken Word)

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Freddi Fish (PC version)

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Cluefinders (PC version)

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Forrest Gump (Movie)

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Cyberchase (TV Show)

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Teen Titans

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Show Me the Money (Korean Rap Survival TV Series)

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Death Note (Movie Franchise)

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Hyukoh (Band)

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My single most important out of class lesson

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My single most important out of class lesson