Simply to Please a Humanities Teacher...

... She asked me to type these up, so here we go...

Oh, one more thing, In the begining of every class, we have 5 minutes to write about something that she puts on the board, and you can't stop. So That's what most of these are. And if you are continusly writing, you get a red sticker! The more you get, the higher your grade.
11/13/07
The rain will never stop falling
It will drown the cities,
Overflow the lakes and sewers,
People live on the roof tops,
Trying to get away...
But there's no roof on the roof.
But the real question is:
Where's all this rain from?
The oceans are still there, the rivers are still running
Where is this huge gray cloud,
Covering the earth,
From?
But the flooding is not the extent of this rains torture.
The world accepts the rain
It's normal.
The sun is odd
It bruns
But that's alright.
No one remembers
What the sun looks like,
Feels like,
Brings to ones heart.
We only know the rain,
Wet,
Cold,
And sad.


Now, this one isn't mine, It's by one of our classmates, Eliana...
11/28/07
"My love for you is like getting ready for a race.
It's like I'm waiting for you to look at me.
I want to melt into peices
And when I look at you,
You+Me=better love
Aww yea,
I know it's right
So are you
When I don't see you
I'm so sad
That I just sit there
And cry.
I miss you
and am always sad
When I think
'You are so far away' "
-Eliana

12/3/07
And these body clothes,
That bind and cloak,
To cover
These so called...
"Innapropriate"
Body Parts.
These rules,
Set by the christian era
Thinking,
That topless Tribes
Are Savages
They would rather women
Wrapped and bound
In anything
They'll put up with.
Even if it maked them
Uncmfortable
They do it
For these
Are the rules to be
Humane.

Yea, I kinda think about society all the time.

12/4/07
FAKE SANTAMAN
When I found out there was no santa...

So, on Christmas Eve, My dad was wrapping presents, and being the helpful person that I am, I wanted to help. So my dad would wrap a present and put it at the top of the stairs for me to bring to the tree (He didn't want me to see the other presents). I would look at who it was for, and strategical (sp) put it under the tree. So one of the presents said, "To Rosie, From Santa." I knocked on the door and told my dad that I now knew that there was no Santa. The next present said, "To Rosie, From Fake Santa."

12/8/07
THIINGS THAT I'D HATE TO NOT HAVE

My education
My family
My house
My parents employing themselves
STARBUCKS!!!!
No fear
Lots of food
Freedom to move
Safety
Love
Erm...
Um...
Uuuh...
Sailing
Swimming
Having money
Uum...
Thinking...
Still thinking...
OOH!
Red stickers!

12/18/07
Utopian Literature Getting to Me...
The sun shined
The poeple are happy
Or think that they are
Unaware
Bliss
In ignorance
The children play games
The adults all have leisurly jobs
Plus happy hour
And yet
They do not know
What happens
When there is a meeting
And the people who moniter them
24/7
Decide
Who has thought wrong,
And who must die
But I know
I have been behind those doors
And in those meetings
I have killed
For the "good"
Of all the community
I have seen the evils
And am afraid of my sins
I must save others
They have been so affectivly brainwashed
It will be hard
But they must see
And yet
Maybe
They are happy
Truly happy
Would I be doing
More harm than good?
They are happy not knowing
Should I leave them?
Should I save them?
I don't have long to decide
They will soon know
That I wasn't effectivly killed
They will know
That I will want revenge
But not through Death...
But
Through
Knowledge

1/??/08
Burning The Old Year
I start the fire off
With quick burning newspaper
Of tiny fights and such
Make a teepee of twigs
Of doorslams
And knocking over chairs
Light it
With a long
"New Year" brand match
When it's lit
Throw in branches
Of wet pillows
But that won't last long
You need logs
Deep from your painful forest
Logs of hitting
Logs of leaving
Logs of great anger
Now sit and watch it burn
Throw in tiny twigs
Of self doubt
You sit late into the night
And the last embers of forgivness
Go out
Bury the ashes
Mark this spot in your mind
For next year

So, for this assignment, we were told to make up our OWN report card comments, completly exaggerated. Here's mine:
1/17/08
Dear Kristie Speck,
I would like to start off by complimenting you for bringing such a wonderful child into this world. She can always illuminate a room. Her vibrant personalityrubs off on all of her peers. She gets 4's on every project and test. I would suggest that she goes to a private school of her choice. I would be willing to pay it myself.
Her math makes her seem like a mathmatitian! I think that Rosie will make some serious discoveries that will change the earths history.
Rosie is simply excelling in Science. She can easily comprehend the fibers that create our universe
And don't even get me started on her basketball skills! Rosie can make free throw shots from across the court, and could dribble to the moon and back... twice. I seriously think that Rosie should prepare for the WNBA.
Congratulations!

This one isn't a quick write, but I like it. We watched a movie called "Jakob the Liar" and we had to do a six paragraph creative writing thing on a character. I picked the Professor. Here it is:

1/26/08
To Whom It may concern,
Hello. My name has always been Das Proffesor. I was at one point in time, famous. But here, no one is famous. You are simply alive amongst the dying, the vomit, the mold and the Nazi's. If you have found me, in case the Nazi's spread any lies, I did it on purpose. And I did it with my dignity in tact.
I hated this place. And the guilt that I have been feeling has been unbearable. There are the sick and the dying everywhere, and I am simply unable to help them. Guilt. It rips me apart everyday. They come to me, beg me for mercy, for pills, anything. All that I can say is "rest." But so many times, rest does not help. They need medicine. Medicine in which the Nazi's keep for themselves. Don't waste it to save the dogs.
Not even any potatoes. All of the food that we do have is rotten, moldy, and stretched out to the very end. At times I wonder if the meat in our soup is that of our brothers and sisters who are pushing up daisy's. But I have done my best to not think about it. It has been hard, and it was simply the last straw when I had to help a Nazi.
When I heard the gestapo knocking at my door, my stomach dropped, and I did not breath for a few moments. There is no medicine or that. My wife and I have always had a code. The pills for my back. She looked me in the eyes as she said it. I knew that she knew. The only thing that I regret is not killing those awful Nazi's before I died.
Yes. I did know that there was no radio. And I feel terrible because I was the one who convinced him to keep telling the people "news."
And yes, I did know about the girl. That poor thing. I was torn from my career, but she was torn from her family. I can not even imagine that kind of pain. I wish that I had had some pills for her. But there weren't any pills, except for mine.
So that is that. I just wanted to leave... Some closure. Good luck. I have heard that the Russians are making a strong come back. Maybe a little of Jakobs news will be true.
Luck and Love
Das Proffesor