Now What?

January 16 is coming fast along with a new teacher.  There's nothing really different I can prepare for.  It's just going to be like a new teacher of a new year so I'm going to keep an open mind towards their teaching strategies.  Class might and probably will be different, but I've had three and a half years to prepare for change and have undergone changes throughout my high school career.  Hopefully this new teacher can bring new perspectives into my life which will help my imagination expand.

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What I've Learned

            I’ve learned a lot this quarter, not only academically, but through life experiences.  Death has been the bringing of this new knowledge, from Ms.McKenna and my great aunt.  Death can be prolonged and known, or sudden without warning so you must live life to its fullest.  All in all I have learned how to cope with a passing, and what to do in life to make you remember and achieve happiness.

            My great aunt planned her own funeral in 2008 or ’09.  She spent her whole life helping others for as long as she could.  When she became sick, many people came back to help which helped her live as long as she did.  I don’t fully believe that she wanted to live the last few years though, even though she fought through it all, I believe she wanted to be “reunited” with her husband in which she loved so much.  From my Aunt Margaret’s life, I have learned to help others without discrimination and with eyes that see no difference.  Be welcoming and loving to your friends and enemies because nobody deserves worse.  My aunt took care of literally around 10,000 people with money out of her own pocket so she could achieve happiness and reach heaven.  I’m not sure if there is a heaven or not, but I know that whatever happens after life, she got the best of it.

            Ali McKenna has shown me brutal criticism, which may sound bad but it is not.  I was irritated until her passing, which then I realized that she was doing it for my best interest.  I wish I could see her one last time to give her thanks and apologies for the hard times I gave her.  The most important thing that I learned from her though, was to be yourself and no matter what pursue what makes you happy.  I have taken that thought and applied it to my life; results haven’t come yet, but change is starting to occur.  She did do what she wanted, but sacrificed for others and for their gaining of knowledge, which I think is under appreciated. 

            In Final, which I had not mentioned before, I want to thank Mr.Good because he stepped up and came to teach the classes left behind.  He gave new perspectives of everything, which helped me realize in more depth the difference in every living being.  He came with kindness and open arms to everyone who returned the favor.  I thank him with great gratitude for everything he has done.

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Prison Cell Poetry

Wombsong
by Martin Williams

I was fed there
in your darkness,
sung to by your blood's
rhythmic, endless rush,
a faint, tidal roar
with every draw of breath;
no moon, no stars,
no other living thing but me.  In thoughtless
eternity I floated, so pure
that nothing dared
touch me.  Subtle
impurities flowed from your veins to mine,
the bread and wine
of a long
perhaps unending
sacrifice.  If I dreamed
I dreamed only the images
you gave me, deep
within a washing sea
eyeless, seeing forms
without form, all that was
as I was, all
that is.

How painful it must have been for you,
how close to death
when first told of my existence
held aloft in the hand of a cold giant
fingers wedged
into my screaming
screaming mouth.

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wRite a Riff (The R is supposed to be capitalized)

This riff is a fast write prompt we did in class.  Billy's blog has the other perspective to this story because we did two different sides of an event. Enjoy.

I have no friends, all I have is my cloak.  "What are you looking at?" I think to myself as people stare while they walk by.  "I don't see you with a cool cloak like mine."  This used to be a cape, but I started balding, and and there are no bald super heros.  I sit here.  Sit here pondering if I shouldn't have dropped out of medical school.
I met my soul mate there, he had a desk.  He failed.  I loved him.  I remember how we met.  He was sitting at his desk at the library.  He took his desk everywhere, to class, home, to the bathroom.  Anyways, he was at his desk while I was in the corner pretending to read comic books, but was actually staring at him. We locked eyes for the longest three hours 15 minutes of my life.
I saw him every Saturday at the library.  We had the best relationship; we never argued.  But one day, someone started pulling out my hair.  He broke off the top of his desk and at a full sprint leaped into a fatal blow.
The man died from the strike of my lover.  The cops beat him and dragged him off the campus.  He looked back as I was glueing the hair back into my head.  I only ever heard him say one thing and that was "f**k!", but it was beautiful.  I think they might've raped him.