Last Blogg Entry.

Okay guys, here is the last Blogg entry of the semester and I figured I would share with you this quick little poem I wrote during class last week.

When the apple falls from the tree,

it breaks into freedom and becomes free.

When the student completes the last test,

the spring semester is done

and it is time to begin the summer fun.

In the summer we do not feel blue.

Instead we are happy loud and true.

But, the apple does not fall too far,

as fall is near to start.

Have a good Summer!

Shocking Time Travel experience.

I was gathering all my old school books to day, so that I could go and sell them back to the school during this buy back period SUs got going on. While doing so, I came across my old high school yearbook. Now this may not be an event for some of you, but for me this was a year book from 1997! That was 16 years ago! I could not help myself; I just had to take a peek. As I flipped over the cover, I saw all the entries. I read some of them and it was as though I traveled back in time; however, during this time travel I maintained my maturity of today. Some of the idiotic things that were written made me laugh and some scared me. Then I flipped to the pages with pictures of myself on the football team and other events and I wondered how the hell I have changed so much since then? What was even better though, were the pictures of my buddies who I still keep in touch with. They made me laugh even harder and I decided that they are to embarrassing not to share with those friends. So, I will take some time after finals, scan them, and post them to facebook with an attachment to their name, for all to see. Anyway, for some of you, it might be fun digging out that old yearbook and for you others hold on to them. You will be able to have a fun little time traveling event in a few year, I promise.       

Poem from Feb 14th

Hey guys, here is a quick poem you all might enjoy, which I wrote on Valentine’s Day.

Contradiction

A man is a man and must be a man.
He must conquer the woman’s hart like,
an enemy in battle.
Yet if a man acts as a man in the world,
He is shunned by the woman
“The woman is equal to the man!”
“The woman is not less, than a man!”
“The woman does not need a man to take care of her!”
Then why does the man have to conquer the woman’s hart?
Why does the woman get upset,
if she does not get her Valentine’s Day present?
If a woman is a woman and a man is a man,
Then a man’s hart should have to be conquered by a woman!
Where is my Valentine’s Day present?