Archive | February 2016

A Poem for Today

I share my grandfather’s love for history and he enjoyed World War II history while I’m a American Revolution, Civil War and westward expansion fan.  I read the Canterbury Tales in junior year in high school Creative Writing and the assignment was to write from a point of view of one of the characters.  I wrote as if I was the Man of Law overlooking the Battle of Gettysburg. As a matter of fact, I went to Gettysburg when I was younger and I had a blast.  I went on a tour and saw Little Round Top and the place where Lincoln delivered his famous Gettysburg Address.  I toured through the historic town with my grandparents and it was a fun time.   I would like to share the poem with you.  Enjoy!

Dusky smoke filled the air

The ground was covered with despair

Lying on the ground were men

Dying for the country they did defend

And so the head visited the site

Where they fought with all their might.

The head made a speech,

Which was no longer than three.

I stood where I could hear

Every word hitting my ear.

The crowd gathered around

There was not one sound

On the field he read

In honor of the dead.

In front of the head the people stood

Every word they heard good

And clear. I stand behind a tree

So that nobody would find me

The head spoke so clear

Everybody was around him so they could hear

The site itself was eerie.

The sky even looked dreary.

People stood under the grey,

And they felt the cold wind sway.

Everybody was so grave

Due to the history it paved

There was the head on the hill

Honoring all of the still.

There wasn’t a sound,

On this mournful ground.

And they did exactly what was expected.

For the dead, they were respected.

The air was chilly and breezy,

For this day wasn’t very easy.

People from all over gathered round,

Each one of them wearing a frown.

Tears rolled down each person’s cheeks.

My heart breaks each time they leak.

The head spoke for two and then for one.

After he spoke the third, Caesar was done.

I look at the field from where I stand,

Down the hill at that sorrowful land.

All the red, white and blue had been torn.

And so, people gathered together to mourn,

The loved ones they have lost in war.

May they rest in peace for evermore.

Over 100 years have quickly come and gone,

The sun setting at dusk and rising at dawn.

The battle is now just a solemn memory,

But the head’s speech went down in history.

Now this site is open to the public.

It is respected by the republic.

I walk around this eerie site,

Where the old men sleep their night.

People from all over the nation

Know about this somber station.

As a man, I should know the law,

For ruining this place would be a flaw.

Such a place where history rests,

Should be well-preserved at its best.

If it were to be totally ruined,

Its history would be gone and doomed.

The town, how tattered, how torn,

Where history was once born.

Everything was still there,

But now, the town was bare.

I walk over to where Caesar once spoke.

Seeing all the people gone made me choke.

It is here where sadness lurks.

I turn as my body jerks.

Men fought each other here the most.

But now to this day, they exist as ghosts.

Grey clouds roam around this dark place.

History can go at a pace,

Which darts like lightening in the sky,

It runs faster than a horse fly,

But sometimes, it’s slower than snail.

In the end, it will always prevail.

I stand here and feel queer,

As if something was near.

I looked all around to see,

But nobody was there around me.

Yet, I felt the presence of something.

I turned around, but I saw nothing.

And so, I started walking home.

Somehow, I did not feel alone.

I stopped walking and it went away.

The hot sun started to close the day.

Before I started my way home,

I decided to go and roam.

I slowly crept to the site,

To see the field of the fight.

This visit would be my last.

My others lie in the past.

But I still remember the head.

His legacy is not yet dead,

Nor will it ever be.

We all must honor he.

It will be forgotten never.

It will always stand forever.

A Class Switch

So I have never been one to complain about a class.  I have had a few professors that I didn’t like but I could tolerate them.  But my Introduction to Philosophy professor was terrible.  All he did was lecture: no notes, no questions were to be asked and no homework.  I had spent three weeks in the class and finally I went to my adviser and I dropped the course and I picked up a class called the History of Psychology.  I had the professor that teaches this class before and he’s excellent.  He is really interactive with his students and really understands people with special needs.  This professor runs Pathways, which supplies people with notetakers if they need it.  He is a really nice guy so I’m happy that I got into his class.

I may have a lot to catch up on but I will do it.  Missing three weeks of work is better than not understanding a class at all and failing.  If I failed Introduction to Philosophy, I would have had to take the same class with the same professor again.  So I am happy with my decision to switch classes regardless of the consequences and I will work my tailbone off to catch up.

Never settle for a bad situation because if you can get out of it, get out.  I was sitting in class Wednesday, which was my Philosophy class and I decided that I had no choice but to drop the class.  I wasn’t getting it and I was doing all of the reading and I still wasn’t getting it.  Don’t let a class intimidate you.  As long as you can get a professor that you can learn from, you’ll be fine.

An Encounter at School

I like to watch the pool games at lunchtime and I go try to socialize at the games.  So I’m over there last Monday and I only know one guy over there.  I try talking to him and I try to ask how’s school is going and what he’s taking.  He answers, but then, he’s asking me questions as if to be nice.  I leave to return to the table where my aide is sitting and I conclude that that’s the “cool group”.

I really have a problem with that “cool group” thing.  First of all, what constitutes a person as cool or uncool?  Everyone has problems, even the cool kids have problems.  So why are they excluding the people who are different from them when they are the ones with an acceptance problem?

But I’m going to try again and attempt to make them feel more comfortable around me.  My goal in life is to clarify what it means to have a disability.  We are not in the nineteenth century and we need to move forward with our understanding of any kind of disability.  I met some people with learning disabilities and the ones that I encountered are really sweet people.  They just take longer to learn.  What about people that get diagnosed with multiple sclerosis?  Most of them were born normal and they got sick.  Are you going to ignore them just because they are ill?  Bad things may happen to people, but that doesn’t change who they are.  Please, let’s move away from the discrimination of people with disabilities and integrate them into society.

Thank you