The Bering Strait is Still Relevant

I want to start this off by saying that even though it's very late and my mind is scrambled, I will try to make this as prevalent as possible. And by prevalent I mean relevant. But relevance is relative. So it may or may not be prevalent to you.

I really don't want to be predictable and talk about typical Erynne stuff like liberalism and punk rock. But if we're supposed to be finding our voices then what else is there to say? How can I find my voice in a world of so many other voices? Can I make this a satire of typical teenage bloggers or is that offensive to the assignment and to my fellow peers? So many questions.. *panic attack*

Did you say this blog must be in prose?

I'm more of a poet, I suppose

But there are no kinds of writing to which I'll object

Language arts is actually my favorite subject

I bet you never would have guessed

When I'm stressed, it comes and goes

Silenced, expressed, joyful, depressed

At very best, it ebbs and flows

But do not give up and reject

My efforts for this blog project

I urge you to read on and see

A side of me you won't expect

Now that I got that out of the way, I will move on to the main topic for this evening. It has been decided that this topic will be the Bering Strait.

The Bering Strait seems to have become a forgotten topic amongst students after they leave their World History classes. However, the Bering Strait has an unappreciated significance. My ancestors (Cherokee Indians) crossed over the Bering Strait from Russia thousands of years ago! A whole culture and race of people originated from the other side of this single bridge of land!

Without Native Americans, how would Lewis and Clark have had a successful expedition? How would the US have won the Revolutionary War? How would colonists have learned what types of crops to grow? That's right, they wouldn't have! The same could be said for countless other situations. Even with Native Americans aside, the Bering Strait in itself is amazing and inspiring. Some (myself) may even consider it the eighth wonder of the world. The devastating effects of its sink-age pain my heart to this day. It will forever be my own Atlantis.

This has been an entry by Erynne Devitt.