Oh you poor thing. You much be so lost and hunger! What are you doing in these wood. Oh here, sit down and drink this. Here let me get you my map, it will help. While I do that can you check the clock for me? I need to know the time so I would take so long.
You turn to the sliver clock that hung on the wall it seem normal and safe. So why do you feel weird when you check the clock.
-Clock hand on the pale yellow wall waiting for you to check it time. -
You turn away from the clock as I walk down the stair holding a small map in my right hand.
Well here it is. Open it so, you can see how lost you are.
---The map is laid on the table waiting for you to open it---
Did any of that help. No? Hmm here, maybe my mirror will help you.
New year, Old year, they stand side by side,
A time to reflect, as the moments collide.
Ten, nine, eight, our hearts start to race.
Twelve grapes in hand, each bite a good (bad) wish we try to embrace.
Just like we try to pack light in our suitcase.
With fireworks above and lanterns alight,
We welcome the dawn but hold back the night.
Seven, six, five—hoping for that false grace.
The broom sweeps away the year's last trace.
We eat fish for fortune, a mere way to brighten our homely space.
A glass raised high, to the hopes that we keep,
Yet the ache of the past is too deep to sleep.
We light candles for sweet hope, as the poor old Two Thousand Twenty-four weep.
Four, three, two: the whispers of old fears,
Oh, the new year rides in, led by the brave charioteers.
We dance through the hours, with laughter and tears,
Hoping this year will quiet our fears.
A kiss at midnight, the promise to try,
But we carry the weight of what’s left to deny.
We wear white for new beginnings, as poor Two Thousand Twenty-Four whisper overhears.
One, the new year, and the past disappears.
Smash Two thousand and twenty-four pomegranates, like daring cavaliers.
In the morning light, there’s a new path to see,
As the sunrise touches my face, a sweet humanly foolish promise to be free.
But the old year still whispers, it’s part of me.
I am so scared
So afraid
There is an albatross of my own making
Chocking me down into this empty pit of my golden cage
Is this how the creature feels?
I am dreaming of false eyes.
I am being judged by God…Gods
Oh, I pray and pray, and Pray, and PRay, and PRAy, and PRAY.
I am losing my mind in these words
Oh I am so scared
Scared
Scared
I would been so much…much…much.
I am trying to be alive
Am I still made in hope and dream and thought of bettering?
Or have all those dreams been turned into the ash of this hellish fire?
I want art, I am an artist, I want art, I am art,
No
No
I am no artist.
Have the passion but no talent.
I would be so much more but
I am falling,
falling into these seas of
Human flesh and face, crave from the same crane.
Maybe if thousands of them are made from paper
Will free this soul of mine.
Dear Educators Well, mostly Mr.Wales and the people in my class. Hello Hi.
In our collective pursuit of knowledge, we find ourselves confronted with a pressing concern that transcends the conventional bounds of academia. Mostly like James Baldwin's call to teachers, though crafted in a different context, it resonates eerily today. If we replace Khrushchev with the word "terrorism," we confront the same terror that, while dissimilar, is still crafted from the same cloth—that lurks within our school walls—the haunting specter of school shootings and the alarming rise in child suicides. In a world where the safety of us students is compromised, the specter of school shootings and child suicides casts a grim shadow upon our learning sanctuaries. And so, as a student who has battled the demons of suicidal thoughts, I beseech you to confront the unnerving statistics that stain our educational landscape.
The data is stark, as according to the National Center for Education Statistics, from 2000 to 2021, there were 276 casualties (108 killed and 168 wounded) in active shooter incidents at
elementary and secondary schools and 157 casualties (75 killed and 82 wounded) in active
shooter incidents at postsecondary institutions. The blood spilled in school shootings and the anguish leading to child suicides demand our collective attention and action. The statistics should not merely be numbers; they represent lives lost and futures cut short. So can we really count on schools to keep us educated if they fail to keep us safe?
As educators, you hold the power to shape not only minds but also the safety nets that protect us youth. It is time to reassess the balance between academic rigor and the mental well-being of students. Our classrooms should foster growth, not despair. Let us strive for a future where the walls are not stained with the blood of us children but rather adorned with the promise of their limitless potential. After all, when referencing data from Scientific American, it is disheartening to acknowledge that the stress imposed by the educational system is a significant factor in the mental health struggles of adolescents. A 2013 survey revealed that 83 percent of teenagers identified school as a major source of stress. Additionally, the intense academic pressures contribute to an alarming increase in mental health issues among primary school children, as reported by 82 percent of school leaders in a 2017 U.K. survey.
Yet, do not make promises you have already failed to keep. The weight of your collective failure to safeguard the sanctity of education and protect us children rests heavily on your shoulders. It is a disheartening truth that, despite your positions of influence, the promises of change have remained hollow echoes in the corridors of power. The stark choice laid before us is simple: either rise to the occasion and effect change or bear the guilt of burying the aspirations and innocence of countless children.
Educators, your commitment to molding young minds is commendable, but when the very institutions entrusted with nurturing potential become breeding grounds for despair, your role demands a critical examination. It is not enough to impart knowledge without addressing the tangible threats that permeate our schools. Your inaction, whether born of complacency or systemic limitations, contributes to an environment where promises are cheap and lives are cheaper.
Lawmakers, whose responsibility extends beyond the drafting of laws, encompass the duty to protect the vulnerable, especially those within the hallowed halls of learning. The statistics scream of their inadequacies—of policies that fall short, regulations that lack teeth, and a legislative landscape that fails to adapt to the evolving threats we children face. The blood of the innocent stains the hands of those who wield the pen but lack the resolve to rewrite the narrative. Then again, one can not claim that the lawmakers know what they are doing.
In 2020, according to Education Week, there were 51 school shootings with injuries or deaths, resulting in 140 people killed or injured, including 40 deaths. 32 of these were students or other children, and 8 were school employees or other adults. One such incident occurred in Tulsa, Oklahoma, on 9/30 at McLain High School for Science and Technology, where one person lost their life and three others were injured. We are not safe, and we will never be safe.
Do not mistake this plea for a passive acceptance of the status quo. Change is not a mere option; it is an imperative born of necessity. The youth, my and other children's future, deserve better than empty rhetoric and political maneuvering. It is time to transcend the boundaries of partisanship and prioritize the well-being of the very constituents you claim to represent. The alternative is a chilling prospect: the silent burial of dreams, the extinguishing of potential, and the damning legacy of those who could have made a difference but chose not to.
The clock is ticking, and the choice is stark – redemption or complicity in the desolation of hope. But we already know what you are going to choose, and it is not us.
Brutus is a complex character in history and literature, and opinions on whether he was a hero or a villain are divided. Some see him as a noble figure who acted for the good of Rome, while others see him as a traitor who betrayed a friend and a leader.
Brutus was one of the main conspirators in the assassination of Julius Caesar, whom he saw as a threat to the Republic. His actions were based on his belief that Caesar was becoming too powerful and would ultimately destroy the Roman Republic, and that it was his duty to protect Rome from this threat.
While Brutus may have genuinely believed that he was acting in the best interests of Rome, his actions ultimately led to a period of chaos and civil war that destabilized the Republic and paved the way for the rise of the Roman Empire. Therefore, it is difficult to say whether his actions were truly for the good of Rome.
As for the question of whether betrayal is ever the right thing to do, it is a highly debated topic. Some argue that there may be circumstances where betrayal is necessary to prevent greater harm, while others say loyalty and trust are essential values that should never be compromised. Ultimately, the morality of betrayal depends on the specific circumstances and the values and beliefs of the individuals involved.
Sorry for the no update, but I moved and also had to do a full-body MRI because I was fainting too many times. It was not my brain, a big change it was my heart.
