Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Wednesday April 29

It was one of those confusing Wednesdays at school.

In AP English, we took practice tests from APEX (what it stands for, does, or mean I have no idea) online, Wilson went to their training on Monday and learned all this stuff and thought it would help. And it did. After I did my diagnostic testing, they organize the type of questions, from tone to rhetoric and some other stuff, and tell you how much of them you got wrong. For some reason, I got a really good score on rhetoric, but the others I will have to focus on.

At the Peer Helper's meeting, we're finally starting recruitment! I'm dying to see who will be the next Peer Helpers. I also talked to Yumi about Idllywild's summer arts camp and the writing courses there. I really want to go, it free, two weeks away from home to do what you love with everything paid for, who wouldn't take that?

I stayed for the volleyball game, we lost but there was free pizza! I also got to workout for the first time in a very long time. I felt stronger on some workouts than I did others, like I felt puny on the bench presses. I don't know, I think I'll try to workout more often in college.

The fun part of today was when Mashari and I went to SDSU for a poetry reading. We got there late because I wasn't paying attention to the clock. When we got there it was pretty full. All the seats were taken and there was a crude line of listeners going out to the front door. We stood and listened for awhile, questioned ourselves whether or not we were in the right place when there was mentionings of dirty words, then amazement that we were. We listened for a little longer then got bored and started walking around the library. SDSU's library is huge and has some much books; it makes me want to think about considering going to SDSU. We went to the magazine section and spent a good 30 minutes there. She was looking at art magazines and I found literary reviews and magazines. I was surprised by how many there were; at least two full rows front and back. After a short debaccle with the elevators (who knew things that only go up and down can be so confusing) we went home.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Monday April 27

Today was fairly eventful.

School was a little different because of the swine flu talks going around.

Mr. Shroeder: If anyone wants to take one for the team... they would close the school down for a week if someone got sick.

Internship was the same ol.' The Media Arts Center should be fun but all they have me do is sit in front of the computer.

I started looking for stuff to do with Mashari. There's a poetry reading at SDSU on Wednesday and there is free admission to the Museum of Contemporary Art for people under 25. I'm planning on taking her out more after the dam AP tests. I owe her a dinner.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Paradise

“The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”
-John Milton

The nightly fluttering of feathers yonder,
Mornings zealous hallows matters none,
Sifted by times changing, as with autumn leaves,
Seared from the tip to a barren and null plummet
Until the next, to a man standing by the truthful Cocytus,
As oblivious as the others or possible in damnation;
Upon arrival, a miserable death dealer snared:
“What purpose thou hath in infernal loneliness,
Such pure soul worthless of wicked sins or thoughts—
Thou’s nothing more than a simpleton
Why is thou not ascending with wings blindingly lit?”
The man then tightly urged the answer:
“I have pondered exactly yet have known all along;
Upon living my splendid life of great travels and quaint possessions
Yet devout faith was absent to my design; I nearly grew dreary of life
And life alone. Was my deepest desires
Far from the mark of all that is holy?
God teaches this deliberate curse after all,
That the grandeur within life
Is meant as a servitude to Him
But in the name of said merciful being, of the bearer of miracles,
The light from above in the midst of darkness and war,
Why must it be so and I, thus, blasphemous?”
The man lightly sobbed surrounded by despair,
Still on the riverside, watching his cold tears
Descend upon and dowsing the fiery river,
His heart hastened, set for his damnation.