What can I say, its Education
The rite of passage in our nation
To pass through misery, to elation
From imprisonment to graduation
And then you're hit with the full realization
That all the cheers and false ovation
The peel-off stars and commendation
Are all part of mental domination
To herd you into some sterile occupation
As a stuffed shirt in some corrupt corporation
So take a deep breath in contemplation
Find you're true self, and you're own vocation
And don't be lobotomized by mass education

This poem is written in the style of Edgar Allan Poe whom I recently read several short stories and poems by. The old man in this story could, at least in my mind hold many different images for the reader. As for my self I prefer to picture the old gentleman as sin.

The Old Gentleman

I’ve seen that old gentleman walking,

walking in the night of a summer’s eve.

He walks jauntily. His black shoes a-tapping on the worn down, dirty streets, like the sound of a sober drum a-tapping.

I press my face against the glass,
and peer into the night, so vast.
Up at the stars, so far above,
and think of that sweet act of Love.

Twas all so very far away,
and in a very different day,
'Tis rather hard to makebelive
that I was there, that Christmas Eve.

But as I look up at the sky,
I do my very best to try;
And soon I feel the chill of night,
And see a softly glowing light.

Dear Homeschooling Friends,

I like apricot. I think I really like apricot a lot.

The day was Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I didn't want to get out of bed, but I did. However, true to my nature, I fooled around for a long while, and eventually got around to listening to the TV with half an ear, not paying enough attention to see what was going on. My mom was talking with my grandmother on the phone, but I wasn't listening to that either. I was mostly paying attention to my baby sister, who I adore. Then Mom got off the phone with Momom, and called someone else--I think it was my dad. I was listening by this time.

I sometimes feel like I'm in a losing battle

When I'm dealing with people who talk in prattle

I wonder how they can be so close-minded

But then I realise they are only blinded

By their own words

In their little world

Secluded from the truth

No common sense reasoning

Will make them come out of it

There are many people like that

You can't let them stop you

From going through

To reach your destination

Or your advocation

Of what you believe

I am a homeschooler

Dear Homeschooling Friends,

Pacing sand,
Hating the land,
Catch a seashell in your hand.
Odysseus,
Why are you crying?
Dream of windy Ithaka.

I often ask myself the same question over and over again.

Here is another assignment from G&C class. For this one she gave us a bunch of sayings and we had to write an argument about one of them saying why we felt the way we did about it.

This is my 3rd assignment for my Grammar and Comp class. I had to write three unrelated paragraphs.

Nature’s Personality