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Best NBA Players Whose Last Names Start with G - Associated Content

The letter G represents a key position on any basketball team, that of guard. Some of the best players in the game have been Gs whose names start with Gs. Some other players with G names have excelled as ...

Moore College program trains art teachers for special-needs students - Philadelphia Daily News

The disclosure was eye-opening to Philadelphia School District art teacher Alisha Hagelin. An 11th grader with emotional behavior problems matter-of-factly told her: "In art class, I take my anger out on the art. And in ...

Lesson at Galena - insist on best - not forgotten - Courier-Journal

“Good, better, best, never let it rest, until your good is better and your better is best.” Amy Wells has taught those words to every class in her 26-year career in education. Katie Sutton, 18, learned ...

Songs, poems with Writers in the Round on Aug. 24 - Fosters Daily Democrat

Portsmouth — Writers in the Round takes to the stage with its latest group of songwriters and poets on Tuesday, Aug. 24, 8-10 p.m., at the Blue Mermaid. Songwriters Craig Werth, Guy Capecelatro III and poet Ryan ...

Teaching 'Time to Fly' - News-Star

Todd-Michael St. Pierre, author of the adorable children's books "The Crawfish Family Band," "Nola & Roux: The Creole Mouse and The Cajun Mouse" and "Making' Groceries: A New Orleans Tribute," has published a ...

Primary school HM wins national award for best teacher - Hindu

KRISHNAGIRI: K. Vijayakumari, Headmistress of the Panchayat Union Primary School, Velampatti village, Kaveripattinam Union in Krishnagiri district has bagged the National Award for Best Teacher for the year ...

Laughter the best response to dreary days - Stuff

As the organiser of some of Christchurch's biggest festivals – including the World Buskers' Festival – Jodi Wright knows good entertainment when she sees it. But when she told me her favourite joke, I didn't get it ...

Teachers go to class to help students - Virgin Islands Daily News

Director of the V.I. Writing Project Valerie Combie shows the writing anthology produced from the 2009 summer institute. ST. CROIX — Since the summer of 2002, the V.I. Writing Project has helped 120 teachers ...

Mothers Know Best - Bangkok Post

Six decades ago, Mom Dusadee was regarded as the first Thai interested in child study. She earned an MA in Child Development from Mills College, California, and later received a certificate in Nursery School Teaching from ...

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater: Using the Nursery Rhyme in Preschool Lesson Plans - Associated Content

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater, Had a wife and couldn't keep her. He put her in a pumpkin shell And there he kept her very well. Using Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater in Preschool Lesson Plans: In and Out The nursery ...

Resolved Question: How's my "I Am" poem?

for those of u who don't know the format of an "I Am" poem ill write it really fast : I am (two special characteristics) i wonder (something you are actually curious about) I hear (an imaginary sound) i see (an imaginary sight) i want(an actual desire) i am (the first line of the poem restated) i pretend (something you actually pretend to do) i feel (a feeling about something imaginary) i touch (an imaginary touch) i worry(something that really bothers you) i cry(something that makes you very sad) i am (the first line of the poem restated) i understand (something you know is true) i say ( something you believe in ) i dream (something you actually dream about) i try (something you really make an effort about) i hope (something you actually hope for) i am (the first line of the poem restated) thats the format my teacher gave me. mines a little different so can u help me get it in that exact format. heres mine : I Am I am too young to know everything I am not old enough to know nothing I wonder what others think of me I do not fall victim to your deceit I see my soul spilling out in poetry I want people to realize the true me I want to know who that is I pretend words don’t hurt, but they do I feel to much to care, but not enough to listen I walk on eggshells because I’m worried I cry from the worry I am alone I understand little I say what is on my mind I dream often I try to put others before myself I hope for the best I know the best is not cominghelp with my other poem too ? http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AoUufbJUpBXKI_SOObtZ28Dty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20100821130952AA4l225 thank you more

Resolved Question: She stole my friend and stole my money.?

You see, there was this girl from my class, and we were sort of those people who pretended to be friends and were overly friendly to each other. And one day, when she knew that I had change in my pencil case (about $9), she asked if she could look in my pencil case, and I said yes. So she pulled her sleeve farther down, so it covered her whole hand. She then said that she was looking for a pen, and continued to constantly shuffle about in my pencil case for 5 minutes. I saw her take it myself, and trying not to be all straightforward, I asked her if I could help her myself. She immediately said, "NO!" then continued 'looking for the pen'. She pulled out a random pen, and then she reached for her own pencil case. I knew my money was there. So I tried asking her if I could look in hers'. She pulled the money out, and then she let me. I told one of my classmates and best friend about it a few minutes later. She said,"Are you sure?" Then I told her I saw it myself. So we constantly tried to get it back. But then it was lunch, and she went home for lunch, taking my money with her. Me and my friend told my teacher afterwards. Then my teacher asked if I could stay afterschool, along with the girl who stole my money. I couldn't make it, so my friend stayed instead, since she was there. The next day, my friend told me that the girl had cried. I was astonished. How dare she? A few of my other friends already knew about it, but only because they demanded it. I didn't want to be mean and tell everyone about it, so I tried to keep it a secret. So I decided to pretend it hadn't happened. But then she attempted to steal $5 from my backpack. She asked me if I was going to go out with a few of my other friends afterschool. I said yes, she asked me how much money I had, and where it was. It turns out, I forgot to bring my money, thus concluding her looking my backpack for 10 minutes. The backpacks were across the room, so it was pretty easy to see that she was looking in my backpack. I tried to forget about that as well, but again, my friend knew. But later on, I realized that my friend was closer to the girl than I thought. So my friend now doesn't trust me, and believes the lies that the girl told her. My friend now tries to tell all my other friends that I copy poems, and other lies etc. I know that I took a part of the situation as well, but I don't know how we can be I don't know- neutral? I don't want to be all "I know you took my money and my friend, so back off." or anything. Please help? more

Resolved Question: I know what I want to be, but I don't know what its called... help!?

I kinda have a mindset of what I want to be in the future, but I'm not sure what it would be called. I like to write song lyrics, but I don't exactly want to be a songwriter or a singer/rapper (I write rap too) I also like to write a whole lot of poems and my Church has asked me to preach a couple times and I have. So I thought it would be called a Motivational Speaker, but that's not exactly what I'm looking for. I want to be like a Talk/Radio Show host, or something, but at the same time it's not exactly that either! Okay, my favorite things to do is listen to music, eat with friends and have long conversations with people. I don't even think what I want to be would have anything to do with school! I just like being a person, but you can't make a career out of that! When I first mentioned being a rapper/singer to my dad, he immediately rejected the idea. My mom, not as much, but she said I had more potential than that. This girl I like is always telling me I have so much potential, but really, I don't even know if I really do! My attention span is really short! I fall asleep in class, if I can't figure out a Math problem I end up spacing out --ugh! If you were kind enough to read this far you're problem thinking "we don't care about your problems" (I know you don't) I'm just another typical teenager like they all say. My question is: Could you please help me figure out what I want to be. I like sports but I don't want to be a professional athlete, I love writing! Its my passion, but... I don't know. Every one, especially black males think they're the best rappers out there and people might not respect my poetry or songs. Just, idk, I need some major help because I need to tell my teacher what I want to be on Friday and what if I just don't know? more

Voting Question: Guys, do your actions speak louder than your words?

Okay, well I’ve liked my teacher since the tenth grade, three years ago. He knows this. We’ve flirted a lot, but have never crossed the line. I wrote him poems and love stories, which he liked. And he gave me a chocolate bar once and took up for mw when other students called me hurtful names. This summer, after I graduated, we hung out a bit, and I lost my virginity to him. We’ve had sex about three times. The problem is, when I ask him how much he likes me, he avoids answering. He says that he’s not emotional, and he hates talking about things like that. I asked him when I talk about other guys does he get jealous, and he said that he just doesn’t get jealous. Yet he kept asking about my boyfriend when I had one. Also, he can be really sweet. Like he gave me his jacket to wear in school when I was cold, sticks, up for, me, bought me that gift (which says a lot because he is super cheap) when he went on vacation, and held my hand. When I confront him about his sweet actions and how I like them, he says something like “don’t get used to it” or denies it and says I’m looking too far into it. But when I told him that I missed him when he went to Texas, he said that I was “so sweet.” And he called me really sweet once more since then. The sex is great, and he says that I give him the best blow jobs ever. However, he still hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet. He supposedly is dating an easy chick right now. The thing is, he bought be a gift when he went on vacation and held my hand when we rode in the car, and bought me lunch. And he’s editing my book for me, which is really important to me. This weekend, we are going to go to the library and work on my novel for a bit. Does he like me for real, or is he using me for sex? Why won’t he ask me out yet? I’m eighteen and he’s thirty-two. Can you please explain to me what is up with him? Thanks so much! His actions says he cares (he gave me his jacket when I was cold!), but his words don't. What gives?At Michelle: I'm a legal adult now. more

Resolved Question: I need a guys opinion, please and thank you?

Okay, well I’ve liked my teacher since the tenth grade, three years ago. He knows this. We’ve flirted a lot, but have never crossed the line. I wrote him poems and love stories, which he liked. And he gave me a chocolate bar once and took up for mw when other students called me hurtful names. This summer, after I graduated, we hung out a bit, and I lost my virginity to him. We’ve had sex about three times. The problem is, when I ask him how much he likes me, he avoids answering. He says that he’s not emotional, and he hates talking about things like that. I asked him when I talk about other guys does he get jealous, and he said that he just doesn’t get jealous. Yet he kept asking about my boyfriend when I had one. Also, he can be really sweet. Like he gave me his jacket to wear in school when I was cold, sticks, up for, me, bought me that gift (which says a lot because he is super cheap) when he went on vacation, and held my hand. When I confront him about his sweet actions and how I like them, he says something like “don’t get used to it” or denies it and says I’m looking too far into it. But when I told him that I missed him when he went to Texas, he said that I was “so sweet.” And he called me really sweet once more since then. The sex is great, and he says that I give him the best blow jobs ever. However, he still hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet. He supposedly is dating an easy chick right now. The thing is, he bought be a gift when he went on vacation and held my hand when we rode in the car, and bought me lunch. And he’s editing my book for me, which is really important to me. This weekend, we are going to go to the library and work on my novel for a bit. Does he like me for real, or is he using me for sex? Why won’t he ask me out yet? I’m eighteen and he’s thirty-two. Can you please explain to me what is up with him? Thanks so much! I believe he won't ask me out because he's afraid what others would think of him. He has tried to do the small things I hinted that annoys me, but--like I said before--when I mention the smalls things and thank him for them, he denies that that wasn;t his purpose. more

Voting Question: Guys, can you please help me figure out what this guy really means...?

Resolved Question: Lesbians, would YOU go for a female Edward Cullen?

I'm not gay, I only like this girl. I prayed and prayed to find a man like Edward Cullen. It was impossible for obvious reasons, but trust God to create him in a girl for me. I'm actually in love and I'm not one of those creepy twihards, even though I might be coming across like one, so please treat my question with respect. This question ended up being long because I love talking about her..hah. So you can just answer the question. Well see, what happened was I had to sit beside her in school in maths. She scared the hell out of me, she was so pretty and people are always bitching about how she never talks to anyone unless she knows them. I was so intimidated by her. It got scarier when she didn't say a word to me, when we had to introduce ourselves to each other she just said "Hello." and that was it. I said hi back and told her my name, she didn't respond. The teacher asked what we learned about the person beside us and it was so embarrassing because we sat in silence while every else just talked around us. But, honestly the fear thrilled me. I wanted to see more of her. So, as time went on the classes were just awkward. So my friend who sat in front of us turned around to us and forced the poor girl into conversation. She was like "So what kind of movies do you like?" and female Edward lit up and started talking about real old films, like King Kong and Audrey Hepburn films.Then she said she loves classics but a lot are completely over-rated, she said dracula was a terrible film. I asked her if she liked twilight and she just chuckled "no", it was cute...So I guessed she wasn't into vampires. I wanted to tell her she looked like a twilight vampire but that would've been weird. Then things started to dawn on me. Since I finally started to make conversation with her (that was all the push she needed I guess) I realised how much she was like a twilight vampire - like Edward. I thought it was so strange I was comparing her to such a beloved character in most female's minds. So, first of all, her looks. She is so beautiful. http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs330.ash1/28640_401480195016_667395016_4124192_6106025_n.jpg this picture doesn't even do her justice. Then it got stranger, she couldn't smile straight, so much that she had only one dimple on the left side of her cheek, the only cheek that raised when she smiled. She was so pale, she smells delicious, has an amazing sculpted body, slight abs even and these breasts. Oh my God I didn't know I liked breasts so much until now. Her hair is so soft and messy, she's so polite, deep, insightful. She writes poetry and could actually recite a poem her and our teacher were familiar with in front of the whole class. She's such a passionate person. I've seen her stand up for everyone in Religion, even for old people xD. For gay people, oh my God, she changed my mind about lesbians and gays...I feel terrible for looking at things the way I used to. She's so clueless about trends and has a very wide range of vocab. Very sophisticated for a seventeen-year-old. Her phone has over a thousand song on it, classical, jazz, rock, but no country...I mean come on! She's the female Edward. She's really fast, she does running and swimming. She plays piano and does ballet (no edward doesn't do ballet xD, but you have to see how amazing she is..). She has a great sense of humour though, I always get her jokes when no-one else does and they're hilarious. She comes out with the funniest things like "People always talk about the weather but never do anything about it." And best of all, she's such a protective person. I've seen it in her with her family and friends, even with me. She wouldn't let me carry things upstairs this one time when we were asked to, she thought I'd fall because it was too heavy. Another thing is, my friends are always tripping me up and laughing at me because of my slow reflexes. Naturally I look over at her out of embarrassment and she'd just looked concerned. She never laughs at me when I fall, she teases me sometimes but if she think I'm not okay she has so much sympathy and empathy. She compliments me all the time and makes me feel great about myself. She also makes me feel comfortable and like I can be myself. I mean come on! She is the man everyone's looking for xD. She's even rich, has a huge house, her mother's so beautiful too and her brother and cousins. She loves cars. My God. Her step-dad sells volvos (lol) and she drives and automatic one. If she drove it this would be unbelievable considering we live in a small rainy, foresty town in Ireland called Drogheda. She's not really cold though, but I did feel her face after running once and it was extremely warm. And then another time we were on the beach and she tackled me and her body was so fricken warm. So, boobs, no peDamn, it didn't all come out. I should contain myself. Apologies.You must've skimmed through it a lot if you didn't know I was a girl xD. "Lesbians, would YOU go for a female Edward Cullen?" the question's in the title, I just needed an excuse to rave about her because I'm scared to tell anyone I like a girl or even worse that I like her because she reminds me of a fictional character. more

Resolved Question: What occupation area do you think I should go into based on my description? (long but need help deciding!)?

I'm 19 and am seriously considering what I want to do with my life. I am a perfectionist. I stress over every little detail when it comes to my work and want to turn it in perfect. This sometimes leads to procrastination and laziness(I don't always feel like giving the 140% effort needed to make the work perfection). I also think I could have slight ADD...lol I did very well in English/Writing classes through High School, but again, stressed over each essay and didn't find them to be fun at all. Two of my HS English teachers thought I was far beyond everyone else in my writing. I recited a poem in one of these classes and the 56 year old teacher said it was the best she had heard in all of her years of teaching. She'd had me repeat the poem in front of the class and said beautiful was an understatement. I enjoyed Algebra a lot. I had an A+ throughout Algebra 2. I found it to be like a puzzle; there was always an answer. There was no need to stress over a problem. I only felt a tad OCD when it came to writing neatly. If it wasn't fun, it seemed a good way to pass the time. I also had an A+ in Psychology but this teacher awarded points just for being in class or for watching the day's video. I found it interesting and I left feeling as though I had learned something. I loved my Anatomy and Physiology class in HS! (though it may have to do with the crush I had on the teacher). It was my favorite class and I found the workings of the body pretty interesting and easy to understand. I even purchased my own Anatomy and Physio book. I loved my Biology course in Fresh year of college(though it was with the best professor in the Uni and it was a non-majors Bio course). I love studying the workings of the body and considered going into medicine...but I dislike visiting hospitals(they're scary) and I'm uneasy around sick people(mostly vomiting). I have always hated history and politics...I want nothing to do with either. I am shy, but I am not quiet. Once I am comfortable, I am probably the loudest one in the group. I love to act silly and am the center of attention(again, only when I am comfortable) If I don't get comfortable, I don't do so well socially. I love kids. I always spent time with the young children at family gatherings. I volunteered with 3-4 year old children once a week for a year while in HS and visited an after-school program at an Elementary School for a couple of days(I found I loved the 1-2 graders). I am currently pursuing an Elementary Ed major, though, as this post suggests, I'm not entirely positive it's the career for me. I am interested in earning a little more money for leisure purposes and would love to live in or near a city. Teachers don't earn much at all. I also fear that I will enter the classroom and my students or my supervisor would not like me at all or would not agree with the way I interact with/teach my students. I don't do well performing speeches or presenting in front of an audience. But I feel more comfortable in front of children. I don't think I would have a problem with a classroom of children but worry about having the principal or parents watching me. Also, with an Elementary Ed major, teaching is the only way to go. If teaching didn't work out, I would be screwed. My job will not be my number one priority in life! That is very important. I don't want to work 12 hours a day. A family and my love(when I find one lol) will be my number one priority. I want to travel. I want a nice, large place to live. I am also one who wants all the new cool things that are out on the market...I can't help it. more

Voting Question: do you guys like this poem..i wanna know if the time i spent writing it paid off?

my teacher liked it..they said it was intriguing.. Do you like my poem?????? i the gruesome cold lay awaiting the call for my wrath the fear i build extinguishes fires within many my cold freezes all my cunningness overpowers the weak i the winter return from year to year i lay a white blanket upon all that i see everything i touch shall live through the pain i cause my love for you compels me to compels me to inflict the pain i do i count the days until i can continue to continue to return for decades to come for as man shall live so shall i its just off the top of my mind and i wanted to see your insight :) thanks rate it too! 1-10? 1 equals horrible 10 equals best its ment to be an extended metaphor on lies... does it flow with what ive ment it to flow with? more

Resolved Question: Writers--> Have you ever had a mean teacher that wanted to make your year miserable?

Ugh! I did! In 8th grade my english teacher told us to write a poem about feelings cause we were reading a story about feelings or whataver. So then i wrote the poem by MYSELF and was all night working on it. The teacher didnt believe i wrote it cause she said it was too emotianal and too beautiful. And i know my poem was the best one than the rest of the class. But she gave me a B+!!!! and i still think its not fair! Then the P.E. coach was another case. There was one week that i got really sick with asthma and i told him so. And he didnt believe and he made me run that day. Then when i got home i couldnt breath because of him and my dad took me to the hopital. The doctor said that i had to rest and he even gave a note for my p.e. teacher saying i cant run for like one week. Still, he didnt believe me, he thought i made all that up!=( Ugh anyway, what about you guys? more

Resolved Question: My extremely corney poem- what do ya think?

Discovering the Human in You I look around and wonder, Who am I supposed to be? Do I go all out with the in-crowd, With the drugs, the drinking, the scandals? No, that isn’t me! Do I not say a word and accept, Society’s injustices on me? That I cannot succeed, because I’m born, Female... But is that really me? Then, where do I go? What do I do? Who do I ask, Who I am really? And whom do I trust, When they tell me, Who they want me to be... The media? Parents? Teachers? Bullies? Or is it my best friend Maree? As I wonder and look around, I cannot help realise, What is the point of discovering yourself, When you cannot hear humanity’s silent cries? more

Resolved Question: Would someone please take a look at this essay, please?Any suggestions or corrections are welcomed.?

What is writing? Writing is an art form to me. I think that not all writers have that charm or “talent” that seems to be present in their writing. When I approach a book, article, or any type of writing, I do it with skepticism and a little hesitation. This is due to the many recommendations to read something that I have received that have lead me to disappointment instead. No matter how good a poem or book is said to be by any one other than me, I will never say it is until I have experienced the writers work for myself. On the other hand, there are some exceptional writers that seem to produce many, if not all, successful works of literature. I applaud those who manage to amaze me and make me fall in love with their work. I can be very criticizing at times, but very enthusiastic to try any new writers and their writing. Anyways, I would encourage everyone to write and write until his or her hearts content, and add their writing to the world of literature. In addition, I not only read and review text, but I also write. I really do like to write, but I tend to get bored easily. The topic has to be something I am willingly eager to do. For example, if a history teacher told me to write a three-page essay about the civil war, then I would most likely think negatively on the assignment. That would make the whole writing process torture in a way. I would still do it but it would not be my best work. Writing is something I love, but it could be so tedious at times for me. Most of the time when my mind is full of ideas and thoughts, I just want to put pen to paper; sometimes my hand is not fast enough for the speed of my mind. My favorite type of text to jot down is poetry. Poetry is a very expressive, yet cryptic way to write. I think that’s why I like it so much and it’s something that my hand can go along with my mind. Some my favorite poems to do involves life and how we live it. I think songs are great examples of this since they work pretty much the same as poems. Even if I can only really do the amateur ” Roses are red, violets are blue,” I still like to write it. However, poetry alone doesn’t satisfy my need to express myself writing. Since I only do playful writing, I turn to my favorite writers for that escape that literature provides with its well-organized ideas. Langston Hughes, J.K. Rowling, Sarah Dessen, and Lewis Carroll are among the many on my list of favorite writers. They all provide that wit and emotional feel in a book or poem. The reason these writers stick out the most is because I came across them by accident. I had no clue whom these authors were and how great their writing was. I especially loved how I came across their works. I hope to increase my list as grow older. Now, I finally want to discuss my preference of drama and fiction. I actually fancy watching drama rather than listening to it. I like to envision what I read. When watching fiction and drama I tend to look forward to a good ending. It does not have to necessarily have a happily ever after. The ending should at least be fulfilling and not leave a huge question mark. Also, it would satisfy my mind if it had forbidden love or that the lovers had enemies that wanted them torn apart. There are many things I would like in a fictional drama. To conclude, I know I’m picky but I do love the challenge of finding what I want. more

Resolved Question: Need a poem to make a hard female teacher cry?

Please haha she's offering chocolate as a reward. Promise i'l tell whoever gives me the best answer how it tastes. more

Resolved Question: Do you think this is a good topic for an essay to yale? choose the best one!!?

so in second grade, my teachers noticed that i was doing a lot better in school that the other students, so they set up a meeting with my dad to talk about me skipping a grade. This is one of the experiences i remember most, because of what happened after i made the desision to skip a grade. Since i was an entire year younger than the rest of the grade, they all treated me like a little kid. But it wasn't until kids started getting their permits that i actually realized how hard the next four years are going to be. I couldn't help but feel left behind. Kids were getting jobs and REAL work experience while i was stuck babysitting, so the only thing i ever felt that i beat everybody at was academics. Not only have i won 20+ medals at math competitions, I have been a district winner for national history day, principals honor roll, moneysmart kids scholarship (won), decatholons, literary art magazine, and many AP classes have been conquered. ...........or........ THE PROBLEM WITH BEING BROWN Everyday, I'll walk down the hallway and automatically be judged by my peers. I might even hear the occasional snicker, "I guess we know one person who actually did her homework today!!" and even though that was the worst comeback ever..it makes you feel that just because you're indian, people can take advantage of the fact that you actually come to school to learn. They judge you because...they are jealous, as my mother would say, but inside i know that they are not jealous. In fact they expect me to be jealous of them...and yeah the essay would go on like that.. ........or....... I might do something in the format of a poem, because i think that would be completely unique(no stealing it!!) more

Resolved Question: who am i? about me, a poem?

Maybe u can help.... Who am I? I didnt used to give a fuck. Thats my problem now. I care too much about what others think. What the fuck happened to me? I'd say it because of responsibility. I'm a 22 yr old mother of two. A wife. A student. A teacher. A sister. A friend. A daughter. I wake up way to early now. I've havnt slept through the night in over 3 years. Ive been changing diapers just as long. I'm the bill payer, The budget setter, The appointment maker, The oil and brake changer, The plumber, The electrition, The painter, and a gardner. I'm the driver. I have to be there on time....or else. The ride may be rocky But your lucky to be in my car. I'm a really good listener. I'm genuine. I try hard to be a good friend and give good advice. Im like a counselor. Everyone tells me thier problems. Mine are worse. Haha I mean maybe they are getting better? Im sympathetic, maybe too much. I let people walk all over me, Thats definately not who i used to be. What happened again? I became a mother. A lover. I matured? thats no excuse. What really happened? Oh ya i rededicated my life to the lord in 2008. Why do i seriously always forget that is the reason? I started to act a certain way. I wanted people to know i was a christian by my works. I tried to act different in public. I donated time and money. I prayed for people. i wanted to be the best christian. I changed my life. I stopped drinking. I stopped cheating. I stopped lying. I got really happy. I started going to college. The stress started to build. I miss my kids. Is this right? Started drinking again Going to clubs Partying Im getting smarter. I learned how to be a good mother. Now i just need to learn how to put it into effect. I feel like i try so hard that i fail. I often feel like a failure, even now. I have so many mixed emotions. Iv'e been through so much. I want to tell people but no one understands. My husband thinks i should get over it. Is it that bad? Other people go through worse. Why do i always want to talk about my life? Do i want people to feel sorry for me? What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh ya. Maybe because: I was possibly sexually abused as a child. We moved from place to place, I never had friends. I remeber watching porn at 8 years old. My parents were drug addicts. My dad called me a fatass bitch all the time. At 9 my mother was murdered. I moved from gmas to aunts.another new school. I went to court and visitations. My grandma told me what i needed to say. At 11 my brother and i were having incestual relations. Along with the neighborhood kids. I had no self worth. My aunt told me i needed surgery to lose weight so i would be prettier. I wasnt that overweight, but soon i would be. I always wanted to start trouble. My older brother became a meth addict. My grandma was brainwashing all of us to hate our dad. I started seeing ghosts and being terrified of the dark. My aunt and uncle would fight. My grandma wasn't the same, i thought she hated me. She said i was full of hate, but really she was. My little baby brother was so confused i felt so bad for him. Dysfunction became normal. So now im in college and recognize the dyfunction and how my childhood affected me. My professor says im lucky to be alive and not a drug addict on the streets. Codys a drug addict (i wonder why grandma?) Jesse's been diagnosed with skitzophrenia (hmmm another mystery, right?) Josh seems alright but im scared for him, so scared. I have had thoughts that i might be going a little crazy, off and on over the past few years. I found out the TRUTH. The truth of who my mother was. I found out all the lies ive been told. All the manipulation that has gone on. I found out my dad has always loved me. I found out i am more like him than anyone and i found out i love him. (Despite all the evil trying to keep me from it) Its been hard to find out that i grew up living a lie. That all the hate i did have was pointing in the wrong direction. I live with multiple personalities now. I have to act. I dont know which one of me is real. WHO AM I? Sometimes i want to know more about my past but with each new truth life gets harder. My heart has been broken so many times by so many people, in so many different ways. Ive been ripped apart and put back together so many times. Thats why i am this way. I've been broken too many times. I dont really trust people or the future. I do have god and i love him and thank him for what i have. I am grateful for the good things. But its hard to just forget, because if i do, it may just happen again. I have learned a lot: This world is a evil place Our society is corrupt Most people only love money. There is so much suffering that people just ignore. Why do they ignore it? I want to help more

Resolved Question: Is anyone willing to discuss poems with me?

I really want to improve on my ability to analyze poetry, not only for the purpose of doing better in this topic at school but also because I'm genuinely fascinated by poems! I really want to develop the ability to understand poems when I read them, most of the poems I've read so far seem to be so beautiful once I got a hold of their meanings. People say that discussing poems is the best way to learn. I'm on holiday now so asking a teacher for guidance is not an option; and I want to spend this holiday on learning to comprehend poems. So, is anyone willing to offer me guidance? more

Resolved Question: Is this just jealousy?

I wrote a really nice poem and read it aloud in english, it was about friendship and it used simple language. My english teacher was fairly amazed, and english is my best subject, but everyone was like "Oh, you got that off the internet" and things similar to that. What can I say back to them to give me confidence and show that they're wrong? I know I wrote it, so I can't understand why people have to be so ignorant. What can I say to them?! more

Resolved Question: Help me, is just people not believing? Or envy?

Resolved Question: Haiku about healthy style/ lifestyle (need help A.S.A.P)?

I badly need your help about this. Our teacher gave us an assignment and need to pass it tomorrow and i really ask for your example of an haiku (an 5-7-5 syllables total of 17,right? ) about a healthy lifestyle/ style. or all about HEALTHY . lol. Im really not good on constructing this kinds of poems ... please help. Thanks so much. give 5 stars on the best haiku.. TY so much. more

Voting Question: what do you guys think about this poem i found ?(must read)?

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. ~ ~ Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. ~ ~ But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. ~ ~ Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. ~ ~ But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. ~ ~ What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. ~ ~ But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. ~ ~ And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. ~ ~ But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. ~ ~ About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls. ~ ~ There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. ~ ~ Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats ~ ~ One by one the teacher called a student from the class. ~ ~ To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. ~ ~ At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. ~ ~ Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there. ~ ~ "Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out. ~ ~ "She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout. ~ ~ And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, ~ ~ "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." ~ ~ The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. ~ ~ And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. ~ ~ And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. ~ ~ And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. ~ ~ "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. ~ ~ But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. ~ ~ And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. ~ ~ All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. ~ ~ He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. ~ ~ He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. ~ ~ We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. ~ ~ And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. ~ ~ "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart ~ ~ I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart" ~ ~ With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. ~ ~ Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. ~ ~ And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. ~ ~ Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. ~ ~ For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. ~ ~ Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. ~ ~ And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. ~ ~ She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. ~ ~ "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. ~ ~ And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far ~ ~ You see he was a policeman and died just this past year ~ ~ When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. ~ ~ But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." ~ ~ And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. ~ ~ And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise. ~ ~ A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. ~ ~ Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. ~ ~ Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. ~ ~ "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out. ~ ~ And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. ~ ~ Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. ~ ~ But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. more

Resolved Question: A poem for my teacher who's gonna retire on 16th July 2010?

A teacher of mine is gonna retire. I told her a lot and learned a lot of advices from her, etc. She also knows that I do poetry writing. So I wanna give a poem to her. For her retirement, 1. Should I write the poem on a piece of paper or something? Give some ideas since it's for her retirement, it's gotta be something special. I have no idea about decoration or making a nice gift. 2. Do you think I should make a new poem or choose one of my really nice poems below? Seriously, I made them. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me but I know the truth and I know myself, my heart. My Dream Blue Skies high Above us Inspired my heart To roam through the seas Above the azure skies As free as the birds I’ve seen Flying towards a place I dream While the winds brushing off the worries So I will fly to where all our dreams lie Within our hearts, where hopes are held up high Towards the light will someday be true Letting my heart embraces all There is to be in this world Weaving all of our tales Within I treasure Everything I will feel Till the End. Looking Up Looking up towards the sky, Where birds spread their wings and fly. I wonder how would the future be? Once a brighter future is set free? Moments drifting in my mind, With the past I left behind. Believe in the distant future, As I will be my best from here. Where I believe and I wonder, Where I will smile and I wander. Cerulean skies, thousand smiles, The light of the future shines. Their Wings The birds that fly freely in the sky, The birds that have no worries over their wings; From time to time, they’ll fly through their sky, Spread their wings, cherish their freedom. Their eyes watch over the world, Their wings spread through the seas, Facing, flying over the mystical land Without the surging hourglass. They fly, embrace their freedom Over limitless time, in this verse, They see; they soar high in the air Over and over the cerulean sky. Time Moves Slowly Today The sun rises on a morning; Slowly I rise, from eyes sleeping. The light illuminates the day, I see that time moves slowly today. Walking along the road I see Everyone as they feel free. Under the sun’s bright shining ray, I see that time moves slowly today. White clouds drifting apart Beneath the sky looks like a heart. As time passes, kids come and play; I see that time moves slowly today. The evening sun setting down; I just gaze and wave, here from town. As the night starts to make its way, I see that time moves slowly today. Walking back, as I keep walking; Everyone would be talking. They have fun, weariness away, I see that time moves slowly today. Sparkling stars of the sky tonight Guided by wonders of moonlight, I am dazzled, too much to say; I see that time moves slowly today. Closing my eyes not all too soon; Watching the night view of the moon. Serenity, down as I lay, I see that time moves slowly today. Smile (11:30p.m. 18/12/2009) Smile, when you mean it As an awkward smile shows That you are unhappy With your own life Smile, whenever you want to Show your happiness Towards your own life Because it is what you feel Smile, before you leave here As others would always Want to see you again Because of that smile To My Life (21/6/2010) As I sing from my heart to you, I feel my dreams becoming true. I wish this time would last for days. To my life, thank you as always. When I keep holding to my might, I would know things will be alright. Future comes in wonderful ways. To my life, thank you as always. There is a meaning towards life That’s why I continue to thrive. Within my hands, shining light rays. To my life, thank you as always. As I sing from my heart to you, To my life, thank you as always. more

Voting Question: What do you think of my poem?

GO Do you ever feel that everyone and everything tells you what to do? Red hand, stop. White man, go. Yellow light, slow the hell down. Teachers, try harder. Parents, do better. Are we not capable of deciding what's best? Friends, try this. Police, don't do it. I think I know how to make my own desicions, I don't need help. This colour looks great on you, buy it. Skinny is the new thing, fall for it. This song rocks, listen to it. What if that's not what I want? Red light, stop. You can do it, you're horrible. You better win, you might aswell give up now. I think you'll like it, watch it. Block out what they tell you, do what you want. Green light, go. more

Voting Question: Help me please help help help!!!!?

I have to do an assignment for school and it like i pick a song thats appropriate for school so I picked replay by sean Kingston and i have to explain like how this song is like a poem. I have to tell point of view, theme, and tone of the song. I have to detail explain like for pt. of view i need to explain why would the song being in 1st person e better or make sense. I also need to give 5-6 examples from the poem that make it look like a poem with the litereary terms. Like Figurative Speech, Simile, Metaphor, Persoonification, Imagry, Apostrophe, Diction, Denotation, connotation, Tone, Pun, symbolism, Rhyme, Rhythm, Meter, Alliteration, Assonance, Onomatopiea, repition. things like that. The teacher want us to pick it from the 10-15 lines that we choose. I choose to pick thises: Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out Got me singin' like Na na na na everyday It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay Remember the first time we met You was at the mall with your friends I was scared to approach ya But then you came closer Hopin' you would give me a chance Who would have ever knew That we would ever be more than friends We're real worldwide, breakin all the rules She like a song played again and again Please help me I really need help any questions you could answwer would be helpful. I have to write this in a speech. please help if you could give me the theme and the 5-6 examples, and the tone that would be more than helpful. I really neeed help. thanks. 10 pts to best answer!if you have a suggestion for another song tell me that also please! more

Resolved Question: what do you think of my poem?

EMANCIPATION my mother died. not tina nash the person tina nash the mother. she is dead. and that is why i need to be on the corner making my money, selling freeze pops and candy to young children. i would never sell my body. i just dont like the choices that she makes: the type of man she wants to be expect. and thats messed up because she's the one who is supposed to hate my choices like dating boys in gangs,dying my hair every other week, and wearing push up bras to show off my cleavage. she is the reason i want to get emancipated. emancipation. the act of living wholly or partially with out a parent or guardian. by my self in a one bed room apartment with in walking distance from my school. i would not be able to be in the after school matters poetry and performance workshop. i would need to get a real job. no more c's. i would need a's and b's to prove to a court of law that i am a good student. i would need to get a job to prove to a court of law\that i would be financially stable. i would have to buy every thing by my self. so no movies with kiana, no mcdonalds mcgriddles to eat on my way to school, no payhalf,no dots, no going to the harlem irving plazamall, no new shoes, no paying three dollars to get into that party next saturday, no getting slushies at lunch and no buying the expensive brands of gum because it lasts longer. just necessities. necessities such as bills, food, refridgerator to put the food in, stove to cook the food, and a microwave to reheat the food. soap,pots,pans,plunger,a table,frebreeze, hair grease,trashcan,ovenmitts,shopping cart, dryer, washing machine, school fees and many other things that i would have to go out and purchase on my own. go to target and look around for sales go to home depot and best buy and get all the things that would make my one bed room apartment a home that i would be ok living in....alone. "but courtney you would be all alone." that what my division teacher said. but i'd rather be alone then live in a house where a crack head has more privileges then the president. where i have a lock on my door. where strangers come and go like the mail man. i would rather grow up now by myself then grow up in a house where he is forgiven daily with our repercussions. he calls you all your name so you want him to leave and you do the same. why can i only have one stable parent at a time? you loved me and made the right decisions when daddy was on "vacation" but now its your turn to forget about your daughter and not she the big picture. you called me on the phone, all sad and drunk when i went away with my dad for the first time. and that was only for five days. so imagine not ever having to wake me up for school. imagine not telling me to call grandma and see how she doing. imagine having and empty room in the middle of your apartment. i wont be there to blast my music on youtube or to go check the mail box. you wont get tired of telling me to get my clothes off the dryer. so i guess thats what you want and i would be ok. all my my self. an emancipated teen. but mommy, you just gone let me leave? more

Resolved Question: Help me annotate this not-very-long poem?

I have to annotate this poem for english, but i'm much more used to doing serious ones. I've already found a few areas to note, such as repetition and rhyme, but could somebody please help me find the rest? 10 points to the best answer! :D My teacher wasn't half as nice as yours seems to be. By: Roald Dahl My teacher wasn't half as nice as yours seems to be. His name was Mister Unsworth and he taught us history. And when you didn't know a date he'd get you by the ear And start to twist while you sat there quite paralysed with fear. He'd twist and twist and twist your ear and twist it more and more. Until at last the ear came off and landed on the floor. Our class was full of one-eared boys. I'm certain there were eight. Who'd had them twisted off because they didn't know a date. So let us now praise teachers who today are all so fine And yours in particular is totally divine. more

Resolved Question: Trying to find my old teacher?

Ok so all I know is that we called her Mrs. Bowman and at the end of her name she would always put a smiley at the end like this: Mrs. Bowman :) and it was in the year 2004-2005. She was the best teacher ever!! She was so nice and sweet she even amde a scrapbook for the whole class which was 15 or 16 students. When she taught me I was in 2nd grade. So is there any website so I can find her? There was a poem in the scrapbook that had a line that said: "I hope you visit me soon." or something like that and it's been 5 years and I want to see her because I've been going through old things. So please is there any website? more

Resolved Question: Can someone please critique my UC admissions essays?

Prompt #1: Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community, or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations. One of my most prominent memories is of a nightly ritual I engaged in for years. I wait anxiously for my mother’s footsteps to fade as she walks down the hallway after putting me to bed. Once everything is silent, I tiptoe across my room and sit cross-legged before my shelves, looking greedily at the books that fill them. I pull a stack of three or four books and read them for hours by the dim yellow glow of my nightlight. I then wedge my hand between my mattresses and carefully extract a small, blue diary. I write for hours more. Instead of the standard nine-year-old’s insights into life, however, I write poems, short stories, and chapters of unfinished novels. Once my need to write is satiated, I put the diary back in its hiding place, slide the books back into the empty slots on my shelves, and tuck myself into bed. My entire life, I have had a passion for reading and writing. My mother, by her own initiative, started teaching me to read when I was in preschool. By first grade, I was devouring chapter books at a rate that startled my teachers. I began writing my first novel in second grade, only to abandon it a week later. At my older sister’s eighth grade graduation, I sneaked under the bleachers with a notebook and started writing another novel destined for the trash can. This pattern of abandoning stories almost as soon as I began them persisted until sixth grade, when I met the best friend I have ever had. Elizabeth and I share a passion for reading and writing that has kept us bound with the familial love only the closest of friends ever know. She always carried two or three books in her purse, and I would spend days at a time at her house as we collaborated on stories, dreaming of seeing our words in print, bound between two perfect, white endpapers, our pen names - we decided on Rose Wright and Ruth Danhof - on the dust jacket. To this day, we still have “writing parties” on a regular basis; we spend hours working together on our respective projects, reviewing, critiquing, and advising each other. My mother’s decision to teach me to read at four years old sparked a passion for the written word, and my best friend’s support has kept the flame alive, sometimes resurrecting it from only a few dying embers. The world I come from has given me a passion for reading and writing, and has kept my dream of being a published author alive. I'll link my second essay in a minute, once I get it upSecond essay: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100611174239AAIH8fL more

Resolved Question: CAN I GET INTO ANY COLLEGES WITH A 0.4 GPA?

So it is coming to the end of my junior year. I currently have a 0.4528 GPA. I took the SATs twice, got a 750/2400 the first time and a 1090/2400 the second time. I also took the ACT and got a 14. I do a lot of extracurriculars, and I also play a lot of video games at home, and I am one of the best in my school. So anyways, everybody is starting to get an idea of where they want to apply to college, and already planning tours and interviews. This is the list of colleges I was thinking of applying to: -Rutgers -Fordham -NYU -Michigan -UW Madison -Drew -Muhlenberg -WPUNJ -Kean -TCNJ -Loyola MD -quinnipiac -montclair -rowan -penn state -harvard (jk lol) So anyway, I want to know what colleges I could possibly get into with my current grades. Many of my friends say I could easily get into some of the colleges I just listed. Others say I have no chance. So I would like to hear from you guys what you think my chances are. And this is my essay so far: Throughout my school years, the awards and distinctions continued to accrue. I was singled out for my chart-making in fifth grade geography and awarded a special commendation for my Ode to Clio in the seventh grade “Muse Off” competition (losing the first prize, disgracefully, to a poem in which the word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite the clear evidence of my elevated abilities, I have repeatedly had to contend with the downward pull of my less motivated, focused, and frankly capable peers. It has been, to be perfectly honest, a great drain on my considerable energies to hold myself in check while the rest of the class offer various lame opinions on the failure of socialism or the causes of the Civil War. My private tutors have gone so far as to say that school has held me back, and even compromised my otherwise limitless potential. If it had not been for ninth grade geometry, for example, I might have already completed multi-variable calculus. Instead, poor teaching has done irreparable harm to what might otherwise have been one of the great mathematical minds of my generation. If it had not been for the closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, the voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would have received an appropriate showcase, rather than being relegated to the chorus. And had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would have been given my head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather than being forced to goose step alongside the granite-brained “students” in my class, every one of them headed down the road to general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my SAT scores of 320 Verbal, 340 Math, 310 Writing and GPA of 0.7638 obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? Luckily, I have always known that it was my destiny to attend a first rate college or university. Only there will I finally meet and have the opportunity to exchange ideas with similarly brilliant and capable young people. How I yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger for knowledge, and ability to generate it! Only when we have shed the burden of those dead weights known, bizarrely, as our high school “peers” and “classmates”, will we emerge into the white light of real, searching knowledge. I am counting the days until the day of my enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me. more

Voting Question: Is my love sonnet for English alright?

What emotion do you feel when you read it? be crucial please. My teacher says I am one of the best poetry writers in his AP English class. Yet I dont know about this poem.. it's not my style... Let The Sun Rise Today: The day I saw you the world stopped turning, The moment you spoke to me and I felt free. For you the fire in my eyes was burning. To you I gave my young heart and the key. Can I remember to keep up this smile, Cause it's been a lifetime of pain for me. I find myself in great love denial, A barrier has been made for safety. I long to let somebody in this heart, Though each time I do all I feel is pain. Every glimpse of love has been way to tart. I can't stand one more time, my eyes to rain. So let the sun rise around me today. Because it's the day that I'll be okay.Thank You :) more

Resolved Question: I Think My Student Is Abused?

okay i am a 7th grade english teacher. there is this girl (Marissa) who i think might be getting hit. she sits in the front of the room. and she is very very popluar!! but she is always wearing jeans, and always wearing sweatshirts. she came in with 2 (TWOOO) black eyes, and a broken thumb 2 weeks ago. i called her after class and asked what happened. she said oh, me and my brother were running from my dog and my dog bit him so he turned around really fast and bent my finger back. then i said what did you d to your eye? she said UM i dont know. i woke up and they were black! so friday i had the class do a poem about anything. (true or false) she wrote it on abuse. she also wrote a story in studyhall about abuse. monday after school i called her into my room. and i asked if it was true. and she shook her head no. She also is in my homeroom and came into school crying. when i asked her what she was crying for she said nothing. she just didnt feel good. so when i sent her to the nurse she came back with an ice pack.. on her back. today i heard her tlaking to her friend (angeline) and this is some of what i heard: "i just don't want to go home anymore." - marissa "everything will be okay mariss."-angeline "Yea mauybe when my dad comes home friday, she only does that when hes not around." so should i talk to her friend too? please help! it's really hard she is my best student, and she is so sweet, i dont want her hurt. please help!to anita blake, yes i no how to handle it.. but my question is.. do you think she is abused? more

Resolved Question: What should I get/make for my retiring teacher?

My teacher is retiring this year after like 60 years of being the BEST teacher ever! I want to buy or make her something very creative and unique that will make her remember me by. There are some other people in my grade tha are making her a cake, poem, and buying her flowers. Does anyone have any other ideas for ME to use? Ideas are needed! Thanks for reading! more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this poem? Sad...?

Just wanted to share something... Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, That she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, If she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates Of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, For her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, She tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school, Eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees A dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, A student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, Every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, For a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," Another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard a daddy say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, Too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, As she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, Who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, Came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, Because he lives so far away." But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, And taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, And ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, Even though we are apart I know because he told me, He'll forever be in my heart" With that, her little hand reached up, And lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, Beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, Her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, Who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love Of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, Doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, Staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, He's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, But heaven's just too far." You see he was a fireman And died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers And taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, "It's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, And saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, She witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, All starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, They saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," To the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, Of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, For each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, By the love of her shining bright star. And given the gift of believing, That heaven is never too far They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Send this to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it also to the person that sent it to you. It's short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgot your friends. Take the time...to live and love. more

Resolved Question: How Does This Poem Sound To You?

So i had to write a poem for school that started with "The Voices In My Head", and my teacher told us to be as creative as we can. The poem does not rhyme, and so far, when i read it to a few people, they said it was good. How do you like it? The voices in my head were the ones who told me to do this ghastly crime Living in a world of shame, I didn’t know what to do or say anymore I had been through three abortions, two arrests for prostitution, and a cocaine overdose Suffered mental breakdowns almost on a daily basis Been beaten, emotionally and physical, by every man I had ever been with Abandoned my one and only daughter in the street when she was only one years old I didn’t have anything to live for anymore The voices in my head drove me crazy with their request “It’s the only thing that you have going for you” and “Nobody loves you anyways.” Was all I heard Tears streamed down my face as I placed the .45 caliber to my heart I knew that in my mind and soul that this could be the best thing for me A deafening sound filled my head as I pulled the trigger Excruciating pain shot through me like an electric bolt Blood rose up in my throat and splurted everywhere I saw a whole bunch of colors and I tried to scream, but no sound came out That was the last of the world that I saw Now, I lay in this burning inferno of fire I wish that I was somebody else Zombie-like figures lay around me, their eyes rolling in the back of their head, no brains or feelings I’m scared out of my mind, and I don’t understand why I am where I am now I knew that I should have never listened to the voices in my head But what else could I do? But now, as the devil himself comes toward me Evil lurking in his eyes, and a pitiful smirk on his face Pitchfork in his hands, sharp and gleaming in the fire light I know that nobody really ever cared about me… Ever more

Resolved Question: School Assembly- please help me find this!!!?

Today there was a very sad and inspirational assembly at my school. I now the guy's name is Dr. Mikey. He was able to do all of these different voices and had four different stories to tell about four different people. I'm not sure if these stories were true or not, but the last one was so sad it made me cry. I loved the assembly though. He recited the poem I'm Still Here by Langston Hughes and told us to look at all of the people we saw that day and smile at them. He also made us turn to people around us that they're beautiful. The main topic of the assembly was suicide and bullying and just being different. The first story was of a six year old boy who talked to much and got bullied by the other kids because of his race. The second was a high school kid, a senior who was captain of the football team and was gay but still dated girls and refused to tell even his closest of friends that he was gay because at his school gay was an insult. The third story was a girl who got suspended from school because of sticking up for what she thought was right in a class about the history of feminism and her parents made her go see a therapist. The last story that really got to me was about a boy named Hector who was best friends with his mom because he was fat and the kids made fun of him. When he was nine she died of cancer. He didn't get along with his drunken dad who beat him and wanted to commit suicide. He got a gun and put it to his head. He was about to pull the trigger when he saw a book he read that was a true story about a six year old girl who kidnapped a three year old boy and set him on fire. He looked in the book and called his english teacher to thank her for the book. When he called she knew something was wrong and told him not to do anything until she could talk to him the next day. He didn't ad she saved his life. I thought that this story was very emotional and inspirational. The person also told us about the survivors of the many people who jumped off the golden gate bridge in attempt to commit suicide. He also said about the thing: cross out the thing that isn't like the other and asked why instead of crossing it out why we couldn't put a smiley face next to it. He related this to first grade and sesame street, the two places we learned to hat each other. But if you crossed out everything that was different you would be the only thing left and it would be very lonely. The first question he asked us is would you rather have the superpower to be able to be invisible or fly? He was never interested in our answers but the reasons why. He said that one girl said "flying because you don't need superpowers to be invisible" and that it was the best answer he got because everyones reason is always something selfish to make them happy. I truly thought that the entire assembly was very inspirational. I tried to find more information about him and his assembly but was unable to. I'm not sure if any of the descriptions and information I gave will help but could you please try to help me find anything and everything possible about this assembly? It really spoke to me. Also, in your answer or the sources if you can find anything please provide a link as well. Thanks in advance!!!! more

Voting Question: what do u think of my end of year graduation poem?

its for 8th grade graduation and we r having a contest to see who gets to read theirs out loud at the ceremony so plz give me any critique u find necassary. it finally happened graduation is here we've been counting the days since the start of the year we now have three months without a single test we will stay up all night and leave the days for rest but im sure we will miss all those bright cheerful smiles that would show up each day to greet every child and the patience and care that went into each lesson not a gliimer of frustration when they answered our questions but what about those days we didnt seem to care we would talk to eachother like you werent even there well we soon would regret all of our careless chatter when we missed out on the lesson 'cos who would think that it matters but every teacher we had would try their very best to make sure we all could pass every test and we all had our moments when didnt do great but nothing could beat finally getting that "A" now i guess its that time full of sorrrow and cheer when we finally say goodbye for the year and if i could just say one last thing to peers both you and our teachers made this a wonderful year more

Resolved Question: What does this poem mean?

I may have to turn this in for an English assignment, but I don't know if my teacher will understand what the poem is suggesting. I was open to people analyzing it's meaning, and I'll give the best answer to the person who gets the meaning right :) Here's the poem: Pretty girl Sees a monster in the mirror Stands near the tracks Waiting for the train to rush by Has on her favorite dress And her old, beat-up running shoes more

Resolved Question: What do I do? Do I tell my parents? Do I dump my friend?

My best friend and I got in a big fight and she's REALLY mad at me cuz my mom looked up something about one of her family members on public records and I saw it. So now she's REALLY mad at me. I was sick yesterday and today I had to go to a doctor so I wasn't at school. This other girl and I had made up a poem. It was really dumb and we were just being immature. This is it: The ugliest girl lived in China (My teacher said that line) She had a big va**** (U know what it means. The other girl and a guy made that part up) It was used very often (That's what I said) Well my friend wrote it down today cuz I'd told her the poemlike last week. She wrote it and passed it to a couple people and the teacher asked what they were laughing about. The teacher read it and talked to the other girl about it and I guess she knows that I'm involved w/ it. She sent it to the principal and I'm giong to get talked to tomorrow. I'm afriad that my principal will call my parents cuz my principal is really crazy about this kind of thing. My friend said that I told her to write it down. My friend added to it and I don't know what it says now. She knew I'd get into trouble if the teacher saw it. I told her this secret about one of my other friends and she promised not to tell anyone or say anything to anyone else. But today she told the girl that I'd told her. So the girl was mad at me. So I called her and apologized for telling my best friend. I've apologized SOOO many times to my best friend for what happened and told her that I never meant to hurt her and that I really hope that our friendship can make it past this. I would tell her this in person but now she's not taking my calls or replying back to my emails. Should I dump my friend? Should I tell my parents? more

Resolved Question: WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY COLLEGE ESSAY, IS IT READY TO BE SENT TO COLLEGES?

hroughout mI skool yrs, the awardz and distinctions continud 2 accrue. i waz singld out for mi chartmaking in fifth grd geography and a warded a special commendation for my Ode 2 Clio in da seventh grade “Muse Off” competiion (losing de 1st prize, disgracefulli, 2 ah poem in whic da word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite da clear evidence of my elevatad abilities, I have repeatedly had ta contend w/ da downward pull of mi les motevated, focousd, and frankly capable peers. It has been, 2 bee perfectli honest, ah great drain on mie considerable energiez ta hold mislf in check while da rest of the class offer varios lame opiniunz on da failure of socialism or da causes of the Civil War. mi privat tutoors hav gone soooo far as 2 say dat school has held me back, and even compromizd my otherwise limitless potential. If it had nat been for ninth grade geometry, for ex, I might have already completed multivariable calculus. Instead, poor teaching haz done irreparable harm 2 wat might otherwise have been one of da greatt mathematical minds af my generation. if it had knot been for da closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, da voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would hav received a appropriate showcase, rather den bein relegated to the chorus and had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would hav bee/n givn mi head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather den bein forcd to goose step along side da granite-brained studentz in mi clas, every one of dem headed down da road 2 general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my GPA of 0.9421 and SAT scores of 320 Verbal and 360 Math obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? luckily, I hav alway known dat it was mie destiny 2 attend a first rate college or university. Only der will I finalli meett and hav da opportunity 2 exchange ideas w/ similarly brilliant + capable yung ppl. How i yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger 4 knowledge, + ability to generate it! Only when wee hav shed da burden of dose dead weights known, bizarrely, as r high school “peers” and “classmates”, wil we emerge into da white light af real, searchin nowledge. I am counting tda days until the day of mi enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me and accept mi so u hve one of da best studentz en yer clasz. more

Resolved Question: The Victorian Period.. please help me if you can?

1. In Hard Times, what is the basis of Thomas Gradgrind's teaching? (1 point) * Teach nothing but facts. * Encourage creativity. * Emphasize math and science. * Challenge students' imaginations. 2. What is Dickens's object of social criticism in this excerpt from Hard Times? (1 point) * society's lack of emphasis on education * the lack of trained teachers and properly equipped classrooms * the indifference of teachers to their students' needs * a system of education that treats children like machines 3. What is the purpose of the journalistic essay "Progress in Personal Comfort"? (1 point) * to describe improvements in transportation over the past 73 years * to entertain readers with a humorous look at how people of the day lived * to offer a look back at common changes that people take for granted * to criticize government for slowing down the rate of progress in Britain 4. Which statement from "Progress in Personal Comfort" includes emotive language? (1 point) * "It is of some importance at what period a man is born." * "I have been nine hours in sailing from Dover to Calais before the invention of steam." * "I paid £15 in a single year for repairs of carriage-spring . . ." * "The Poor Laws were gradually sapping the vitals of the country . . ." 5. Which word best describes Smith's attitude toward the present day in "Progress in Personal Comfort"? (1 point) * embarrassment * bitterness * disappointment * pride 6. In "God's Grandeur," what does Hopkins mean when he refers to the "grandeur of God"? (1 point) * people * education * poetry * nature 7. What is the theme of "To an Athlete Dying Young"? (1 point) * the lasting peace of death * the reasons for athletic competition * the tragedy of an early death * the glory of athletic achievement 8. Who is the speaker talking to in "My Last Duchess"? (1 point) * his new wife whom he has just married * his first wife whose painting hangs on the wall * an agent for the father of the woman he wants to marry * himself, while he thinks about whom he wants to marry 9. What is the subject of the speaker's monologue in "My Last Duchess"? (1 point) * a portrait of his wife * the speaker's memory of his wife * the father of the woman he wants to marry * someone who wants to marry his wife 10. How do you know "My Last Duchess" is a dramatic monologue? (1 point) * The listener responds to the speaker's comments. * Both the speaker and listener address the reader. * The speaker is the person who wrote the poem. * The speaker addresses a silent listener. 11. What question does the speaker answer in "Sonnet 43"? (1 point) * Does love survive death? * In what ways do I love you? * Do you love me? * What is the meaning of love? 12. What does the speaker remember in "Remembrance"? (1 point) * her home * her sister * the one she loved * her country 13. What is the meaning of this stanza from "Remembrance"? Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers From these brown hills have melted into spring— Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering! (1 point) * It takes a special person to stay faithful to one who has been dead fifteen years. * Fifteen cold years have passed and I still think of my beloved as if he were alive. * It was cold when my beloved died, and it feels colder now when I remember him. * I'll never forget the joys we had, which remind me of spring and the melting snow. 14. Who is digging on the speaker's grave in "Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?" (1 point) * the speaker's beloved * the speaker's family * the speaker's dog * the speaker's enemy 15. What is the main idea of "Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?" (1 point) * We are forgotten after we die. * People who loved us will remember us always. * No one escapes death, not even poets. * Only pets remember us after death. 16. Evaluating the validity of the poet's logic, imagery, and purpose is called (1 point) * judging the author's message. * identifying with a character. * predicting the outcome. * responding to the story. 17. In form and content, "The Lady of Shalott" recalls (1 point) * Christian allegories. * national epics. * medieval romances. * classical drama. 18. Which of the following lines from &quo more

Resolved Question: My second poem, what do you think?

You know my devotion to music You know my life is a mess You know I need support So you listen You know my heart is in pain You know that I’m confused You know my emotions are all tangled up So you listen You know drama finds me You know that I have the best intentions You know that sometimes I seem insane So you listen You know that I’m a dramatic teen You know that music is my escape You know that I’m a smartalic When it’s time for you to talk You give the greatest advice But even if I tend to interrupt You will still listen. To my Choral teacher, I love you Mrs. Cullipher more

Resolved Question: Is there anywhere my twelve year old sister can become a model?

My sister is quite beautiful and is twelve years old, and she has always been begging my parents to let her be a model. She has a tiny bit of baby fat (we're working on getting rid of it, she's on a diet) and besides that she has a gorgeous figure for her age. She has South Italian skin (it looks dark, yet very elegant and light at the same time, a beautiful mix) and thick, light brown hair with natural light blond and light auburn highlights, in beautiful curls. Her eyes are dark (yet still bright) brown, and she has beautiful dark, curly, long eyelashes, and beautiful thick eyebrows. Her ears are right above her neckline and are a little large, but mostly nice, and her nose is large and round, yet it still has a tip on the front. Her lips are very red (naturally) and very full. She has a tiny scar on her forehead from previous surgery, and a freckle below her lips on the left, and one on her shoulder. Her neck is a little short but it looks good on her. Her butt is nice and round, definitely not flat, and, I know this may sound a little weird for someone her age, but her bra size is A34, and she has very broad shoulders. Right now she weights exactly 110 lbs. She is 5 feet and 1/2 an inch tall. She has beautiful legs, and her knees are already shaped like an adults. The only real downer is that she has wide feet (she's a size 9 women's). Back to the weight, she has already lost two pounds and she is trying very hard to lose the rest, we have been buying a lot of celery, which, thankfully, is her favorite food. (it has been since she was six, I know, it's really weird). In additional details: she is a wonderful singer and actress, does track and gymnastics, and gets wonderful grades. She loves to write poetry and has had 3 poems published, and she is in honors English, and creative writing groups. She is on the Mock Trial team, and is also very into archery. If she can't be a model, she wants to be a Psychologist, an Architect, or a High School English teacher. Are there any places where she can become a model for free? Our family has very little money and always has, so we can't spend too much money trying to make her one, we just want to get her career started. I want a place that won't want us ALL the time, and won't constantly need our attention. She's too young for that, and she still needs educational practice. She goes to one of the best public schools in the country, it recently got an award. Please help us out! more

Voting Question: What Is a good Historical Narrative Poem to do a presentation on?

For an assignment my English teacher told our class to choose two narrative poems based on history or popular legend. We must present their plot, information on setting and characters, and give any differences between actual historical facts and the poem itself. Does anyone have any suggestions to what would be best to present. Thank you so much! more

Resolved Question: What is the symbols in this poem?

There goes my class teacher He said: Vanilla, what’s up? Don't disturb me, let me be alone. If you only knew how much disturbance you can start. Vanilla, I think that it's best that you leave, it's pathetic, and it’s ridiculous - and you have homework in English for tomorrow. She said: Mr. Big Nasty Wolf, you send me such strange smiles, sir. Sir, you say that it's for my own sake. Sir, you don't want to help me with my Danish essay. Mr. Very Dangerous Wolf, blow me and the house down, don’t let other girls into your big nasty arms. Bab - bab - da - dab, there goes my class teacher, bab - bab - da - dab, it's he that goes there. He said: Hello Vanilla, hi - I just happened to come by and I have been thinking about you. There is so much that I want to say, but Vanilla, good bye! It will not work with me, I'm too wise and too boring, and I have duties for tomorrow. She said: Mr Better than Good, what are you doing here in my store, and in dance shoes that look so fine together with your melancholic look. Mr. Kindness, yourself, still come and show me some steps. Dance with me in your dreams. Bab - bab - da - dab, there goes my class teacher, bab - bab - da - dab, it's he that goes there. He said: Vanilla, dammit, stop calling me sir, I can sure be mad, yes I can. Can't you just drive me home? Please, Vanilla stop, I'm weak and I had enough, please let me off here. She said: good bye, Mr. class teacher. Bab - bab - da - dab, there went my class teacher, bab - bab - da - dab, it's he that goes there. more

Resolved Question: What is the poem about?

Voting Question: What is this poem about?

Resolved Question: Help need done by May 21 or get an F?

2. Read the poem below. Consider the figurative language and imagery in this poem. What do they suggest about the poem’s theme? What idea is Lord Byron, the author, communicating, and what poetic techniques does he use to convey his message? My teacher want it to me two paragraphs long. thank you sooooo much She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! more

Resolved Question: I hate shakespeare, yeah I said it. And i need a poem.?

For the entirety of our lives as students we are brainwashed to believe that falls under the category of "good" literature, that is, stuff thats worth talking and writing about, are only the old, flowery, "highly-symbolic" snooze-fests that have been loved for so many years (hundreds actually, theyre all so old and boring) and so have become "the classics". You're only able to get an A if you write a paper on Shakespeare, Chaucer, etc. (you know, "one of the greats"). If you write about your best friends neighbor's lesser known novel, youre bound to get an F, regardless of content. Its all about fame and status, but if we never build up the little guys, we'll be stuck forever. I was recently assigned a poetry project. Now, I obviously need, to do well, poetry with plenty of substance to pick through. But i find the classics, the ones teachers are willing to accept, are just way too flowery, and often unoriginal. The language they use removes from impact, and the topics they go on about have no meaning, and everyone seems to use the same metaphors, symbols, references, etc. SOMEONE NEEDS TO BE ORIGINAL. I want for this project some poetry thats different. I want a poem to be blunt and harsh, down to earth, and matter-of-fact. I need a poet to act like a real person, and show the truth of real human emotions, which arent commonly flowery. A sad poem should have the same impact of a friend bursting into tears in front of you, a poem about anger should have the same affect as a sinister glare, a fit of rage with curses and fist pounding, maybe even a punch in the face. You get the picture. So if you can, please suggest some poetry for me. It'd be much appreciated. I'm fed up with sifting through this field of plastic daisies people call beautiful poetry. more

Resolved Question: I GOT REJECTED FROM EVERY COLLEGE I APPLIED TO, HELP?

So in da 7th grade, i failed it but still went to 8th failed it went to 9th failed 3 classes. So yah i was gettin D-'s and i tried reely hard. Then i took da ACT and got 12. I wanted to take dat TOEFL but I couldn't. Yah in my senior yeer (now) I wanted 2 get my GPA up so im takiin 4 gyms, a english and science but i never go to dat. I took like "AP Art history" or sumpin but i did really bad 'n' failed. They made me take some test and I gotta 2. I reely wanted t go to da University of Wisconsin but they didn;t think I was good enough. I didn;t do no extra curuchulars or anything. I was 2 busy with my studies dat i still failed in. I culdnt even get in NHCC Communirty college i mean I REALLY wanna be a lawyer but how do I get onto that?? oh and this is my essay btw: Throughout mI skool yrs, the awardz and distinctions continud 2 accrue. i waz singld out for mi chartmaking in fifth grd geography and a warded a special commendation for my Ode 2 Clio in da seventh grade “Muse Off” competiion (losing de 1st prize, disgracefulli, 2 ah poem in whic da word “pigtail” was spelled “pig tail”). Even so, and despite da clear evidence of my elevatad abilities, I have repeatedly had ta contend w/ da downward pull of mi les motevated, focousd, and frankly capable peers. It has been, 2 bee perfectli honest, ah great drain on mie considerable energiez ta hold mislf in check while da rest of the class offer varios lame opiniunz on da failure of socialism or da causes of the Civil War. mi privat tutoors hav gone soooo far as 2 say dat school has held me back, and even compromizd my otherwise limitless potential. If it had nat been for ninth grade geometry, for ex, I might have already completed multivariable calculus. Instead, poor teaching haz done irreparable harm 2 wat might otherwise have been one of da greatt mathematical minds af my generation. if it had knot been for da closed-minded sycophancy of the drama director, da voice which my vocal coach has described as “simply thrilling” would hav received a appropriate showcase, rather den bein relegated to the chorus and had my eleventh grade English teacher not suffered from a delusional sense of her own abilities, I would hav bee/n givn mi head to fully explore the cannon as a self-directed, independent study, rather den bein forcd to goose step along side da granite-brained studentz in mi clas, every one of dem headed down da road 2 general ignorance and illiteracy. Is it any wonder, given these handicaps, that my GPA of 0.9421 and SAT scores of 320 Verbal and 360 Math obviously do not reflect my true abilities, not to speak of my extraordinary promise? luckily, I hav alway known dat it was mie destiny 2 attend a first rate college or university. Only der will I finalli meett and hav da opportunity 2 exchange ideas w/ similarly brilliant + capable yung ppl. How i yearn to meet my true fellow travelers, young men and women who share my vast hunger 4 knowledge, + ability to generate it! Only when wee hav shed da burden of dose dead weights known, bizarrely, as r high school “peers” and “classmates”, wil we emerge into da white light af real, searchin nowledge. I am counting tda days until the day of mi enrollment, and I know that you are just as excited to meet me and accept mi so u hve one of da best studentz en yer clasz. more

Resolved Question: Wanna have my ex back. Please advise how can i?

She was never my girlfriend though. She would wave me in the morning and wen we wud go back home from da school. shes the hottest girl in the school and i'm not that cool, or probably not at all. but she always talked 2 me like a good frnd. so 2 actually woo her, i wrote, in a span of 2 months, a few poems, which my frnds and school english teacher said was xcellent. my teacher even said dat it ws better than john keat's best works. bt wen i gave her that set of hand written poems, on the last day of the final xams of our last high school year, from her facebook account, her boyfriend messaged, that she had put it on fire. Now i hav none f her contact no.s nd she's going 2 USA for her higher studies. But i noe a few of her frnds, who can get me her no.(her facebook acc is acccessed by her bf) I luv her jst crazily nd cnt liv without her. Pls help me out. Pls more

Resolved Question: Comments please, on Young Albert?

YOUNG ALBERT Poor Albert was a shy young lad, who didn't mix too well, And when he started his new school, his classmates made life hell. He liked to draw, he liked to write, he liked to read and think - The others liked football and sports, so he was "out-of-sync". The other pupils thought him "odd", they mocked his speech, his looks. He had no friends amongst his peers; his only friends were books. But there was one to whom he dearly wished he could relate - A girl he hoped to find the nerve to ask out on a date. A mere three desks away from him sat lovely Lucy Brown - At last the lad dared ask her out - she flatly turned him down! "I don't go out with geeks or freaks", she had so cruelly said, In his humiliation Albert wished that he was dead. A bitter lesson Albert learned on that most fateful day, At times the "game of life" is one that's very hard to play. So he withdrew into himself - he set his face like stone, And where he walked, fate had decreed that he should walk alone. In school one day the teacher said "a poem all shall write - Profundity should be your aim, avoid the bland or trite". Young Albert set to work and, lo - at his endeavour's end, He'd far exceeded teacher's goal - a mighty work he'd penned. His poem spoke of life and love, of all its hopes and fears - And all who read the poignant work could scarce hold back their tears. In stately rhyme, young Albert's words had struck a common cord, With phrase so keen he proved the pen cuts deeper than the sword! Word of his poem spread beyond the confines of the class. Some said his verse would wring a tear from eyes made out of glass. It didn't take too long 'til it was known throughout the school, They hailed it as a "masterpiece" - regarded it as "cool". "Best ode we've ever read", they said, "such first-class poetry, It should be printed in a book - for all posterity!". At last a publisher was sought to set the work in print - "Should write some more", their spokesman said, "you'd make yourself a mint". But Albert never wrote again - he'd hit "creator's slump". The fact was that, in truth, he was a "spring" and not a "pump". In that one burst of brilliance he'd said all he had to say, And what he'd said could not be said in any better way. Young Albert died at seventeen - struck down by some "malaise" - But God, we're told, often moves in such mysterious ways. In years to come when his school "chums" have fallen prey to time, They'll be forgot - but Albert's name will live on through his rhyme. more