Article posted May 17, 2012 at 02:13 AM GMT0 •
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Dear, soon to be freshmen
I don't give advice very often, but here goes nothing.
First off Stay organized. If you let your locker get messy or backpack you will lose papers and work and next thing you know your grades are slipping before your eyes. Also pay attention. No matter how much you hate that teacher just swallow your pride and pay attention and do your work and things will go a lot smoother.
Secondly, don't let the term freshmen make you think everything is that much different now though. It's the same old petty teenage gossip, and drama. Just maybe a little more than eighth. Luckily though if you hate ninth it goes by really fast, so don't sweat it.
Basically just do your best, ignore the drama, be you, and by god keep up on your blogs. They will eat you alive if you get behind.
Sincerely, Mike McVeen
Article posted May 17, 2012 at 02:13 AM GMT0 •
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Article posted May 8, 2012 at 01:56 AM GMT0 •
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Here we are again. Me writing another poem yet again. I do enjoy this though as being in a band I can use this for maybe fragments of songs. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the following poem.
Smoke from matches struck too soon
Embers from bridges burning under the interstellar moon
Children playing under the twisted bars
Men crying behind the cold bars
Women starving themselves to be like the stars
Wasting minutes sitting at desks
Glazed eyed and emotionless
Mind control at its best
“Hey john what’d you get on that test?”
Millionaires stealing their share
Too apathetic to care
Therapists in a line trying to diagnose and define
I swear it’s just all in my head
If we all live to die and we all die to live
Than were all just a paradox and there isn’t anything to give
An educated criminal
A mindless authority
They follow around like blind sheep
So just count me in the minority
Waking up every night in cold sweats from the nightmare
You begin to wonder why nothing seems to go right
You begin to learn it may not be so fair
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Article posted April 19, 2012 at 02:52 AM GMT0 •
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April Freewrite
Poems are really interesting. They have been around for hundreds of years. They can be about nearly everything and anything. Here's my poem. I hope you like it.
The Gardener
The flower seems a little dry today
The cold grey sun beating over it
The starting line looks like a nice place to quit
Seedless with reverse thorns
Up above with reverse thorns
Up above, the myth scorns
The white petals now a deep red
Whispers and broadcasts the only way you get fed
The bugs and bees keep away
The rain hasn’t stopped in days
The pollen doesn’t seem to be the same
The soils not good enough
We need more dirt on him
The stems a little thin
Fertilizer should do the trick
Dry season, dry heaving, synthetically sick
Roots tied around its self
Why won’t the gardener help?
Begging for nutrients
Trapped on the other side of the fence
Its harvesting season
I Hope you enjoyed this poem on a flower.
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Article posted February 26, 2012 at 10:09 PM GMT0 •
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Representin'
In many books, movies, and other forms of media, seasons are used to portray a mood or emotion. It is very widely used. Also it is very effective. Here is my ideas to what the seasons could symbolize.
Spring could mean hope, and that things will get better and that there's always a second chance. I say that because Spring comes after winter when every thing is bare and lost its color, so Spring would be when everything is coming back to life or in symbolic terms, things are getting better.
Summer could mean love, and happiness and freedom. I say that because Summer would than be when everything is at it's peak and everything is great, because suunny days are always associated with good things.
Fall could mean honesty, and wisdom. Fall symbolically means wisdom and honesty I think because it's when things start to change and it could be good or it could be bad.
Winter could mean solitude, isolation, and maybe even death. This would mean that Winter would be isolation because being in your house a lot because of the snow being am obstacle to get places, can cause that feeling. Also things are bare during winter and look dreary and dead. Or atleast that's what I think seasons could symbolically represent.
In conclusion, the seasons represent. Spring is hope, summer is love, fall is honesty, and winter is isolation. I hope you enjoyed it.
Article posted February 26, 2012 at 10:09 PM GMT0 •
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Article posted February 26, 2012 at 08:25 PM GMT0 •
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Construction Theory
Anyone who knows me probably knows my obsession with Pink Floyd. Also what better than for a blog than to use something by them. I chose the song "Waiting For The Worms" because I think that it has a lot to do with Humanism. Humanist experts would definitely celebrate this song.
My first reasoning behind why I believe it has examples of Humanism is the lines "Waiting to weed out the weaklings, Waiting to smash in their windows
,and kick in their doors, waiting for the final solution". With those lines, they're showing you the mindset of a powerful corrupt system or government. An example would be the Nazi party.
The second reason that actually without a doubt takes in through the eyes of the Nazi party is "Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queens and the coons
and the reds and the jews
Waiting to follow the worms". Those lines although some people interpret that as being supportive of the Nazi party, are in fact strongly against that way of thinking.
This song was about exposing that way of thinking and getting a message of how pointless and evil wars and governments and even people can be. Humanism experts would celebrate this song for trying to expel hateful thinking and advance towards more peaceful methods.
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Article posted February 3, 2012 at 02:34 AM GMT0 •
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Dreaming is a weird thing if you think about it. Closing your eyes and falling asleep and seeing and imagining things. This poem is mainly about dreams and life and reality.
February freewrite
Space is just a place
with no human race
no law or no rule
no sinner no fool
we are all just dreamers
all floating in a dream
so what's closing your eyes
if nothings as it seems
what you see
what you feel
what you hear
what you eat
who you meat
what you fear
reality is a locked door with no key
and right now is all that will ever be
there is no tomorrow
there is no yesterday
and if you could finally wake up
you'd see the sky today
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Article posted December 19, 2011 at 07:10 PM GMT0 •
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December Freewrite
Snow flakes are falling to the ground. Winter is fast approching and It is now december! That means time for another free write. So put away that snow blower and get online!
Here is one line.
That line was pretty cool.
Quite intresting, huh?
Yup I'm pretty good at this.
Line five here we come!
Now were on line seven!
Just kidding that was six.
Bet I got you confused.
Line nine just on time!
That rhymed. Guess I should be a rapper now
I'll call myself little thugging the third.
Line twelve is the line we are on
What even is a line?
Why are we on this Earth?
Last line, goodbye.
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Article posted December 9, 2011 at 02:26 AM GMT0 •
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November Free Write
Hey you! come read this poem/song. It's about the endless possiblilties and dreams that seem on the horizon as a child and how when you get older things start to grow dull and those possibilities start to dwindle because reality's harsh and sometimes you can't get what you want.
Floating on clouds
Flying through waves
Hiding through streets
Exposed in caves
Swimming with birds
Flying with fish
Cursing a star
On an asteroids wish
Were close to the sun
But we can still see the moon
We can still make it back before noon
In our space ship cocoon
What is work?
Why can’t we play?
I lost that child innocence today
So we pretend that we have control
When we are sporting a tie
But in the course of life
Conformity’s just another way to die
Article posted December 9, 2011 at 02:26 AM GMT0 •
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