papperrr!!!

Paul Moses

English 101

 The Love of My Life

            As fall came the trees changed colors from green to bright orange and red, and all the kids at Newman elementary school returned to school. With all the old faces that I was happy to see after a long smoldering hot summer, there were a few new faces. The new kids got stared and pointed at like abstract art in a museum. For me, there was one new face that stood out. It was like meeting your favorite sports athlete; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When Ms. Jones put everyone in class in groups of four she was in my group. Her name was as beautiful as she was-Amanda. Amanda, Amanda, Amanda over and over in my head. I did not know a lot about her but I have never felt this way ever before. The sharp ringing bell pierces through my head, takes me out of my daydream.

It was time for recess, and on every elementary school playground through the country this is where the genders collide like a wrecking ball and an eighty-year-old building. This is when I realized my feelings for this girl had to vanish in the crisp September air. All my buddies scream my name to hurry up so everyone can get one of the good swings, but I couldn’t leave her side. We walked and talked about our lives until I caved into the peer pressure of my friends wanting me to play with them. Even when I played tag with my friends I couldn’t get her beautiful long blonde hair off my mind. The game of tag turns into a free-for-all wrestling match as we jump on each other I can feel the wood chips dig into my bare legs leaving red indents.

Throughout the school year Amanda and I grow a lot closer because we can both see that we like each other. My friends were completely against the idea of a disgusting cootie ridden girl play tag with us so at recess I would just sit with Amanda, she also didn’t make that many of her own friends. Winter comes and the weather gets very bad. The snow as white as paper fell foot by foot, I looked out the window during class and realized every flake that falls is one more preventing us from going outside for recess. There’s nothing I hated more then indoor recess. For some reason I would always get in trouble some how. But this year was different because she was in my life. When I was around Amanda I didn’t feel like running around and being loud.

I would look around and observe the great detail around our classroom. The watercolor paintings look like they were made by the blind hung up far above anyone’s reach, the multicolored rug I pick at everyday during story time. I would talk to Amanda all recess, it didn’t matter how fun the computer game my friends were playing I loved listening to everything she said and she listened to everything I said. Unfortunately I didn’t realize how much my friends who I’ve known for years wanted to play with me. I didn’t know how much that meant to them. They never confronted me about it because they knew I was having a good time with Amanda. Around the end of the year Amanda and I were getting bored of each other and I was lucky enough that my friends still wanted to play with me after leaving them for months for this girl. I will make sure that will never happen again. You have a lot of priorities in life and if you can’t put them in order and figure out which ones are more important then the others then you are not living your life like it should be lived.

Crazyness

Well I dont know how I really feel about expressing myself on the world wide web, not really my thing but I will try this out and see what comes of it. I had the most awkward weekend since I have been here at WSC, its been the first weekend that I thought to myself "Fuck Mass, I want to be back in Vermont." The thing that was weird about it was that nothing happened to provoke this feeling. My two best friends came up for the weekend, we hang out, went out to Springfield to "roam around the city" as Paul put it and had a great weekend. But when they were leaving Sunday morning I felt like my entire world was falling apart. I just has a breakdown and didnt know why. Awkward Feeling. But after having a long talk with my Hippie friend Kolby she made me realize that you can just up and leave whenever you want to. Why would I just leave college because I was having one bad day, thats nonsense. I have made some friends here that I can honestly say I will know for the rest of my life. And I dont want to go back to Vermont and leave everyone that has been more than wonderful to me?

"Eyes of Hope"

I knew a person long ago with hair as brown as mine. Her eyes a deep abyss with but one little wish to find herself within the big cold world she calls her planet earth. Her heart as sweet as her smile was flawless but she still hid something from the world. The feeling of being out of place on her dear planet earth. The pain felt like being cast away in darkness like the deep abyss that are her eyes.Day in and day out she walk along her planet earth looking for someone to answer her pain but no one did. Surprised at how long she walked along her dear beloved planet earth she closed her eyes and wept. She wept and she wept until the tears in her went dry.And then suddenly there was no more pain because there was no more hope.Out of pain, out of hope out of fear no one would go near, the girl with eyes like an abyss.For she let out a cold shiver down the back of your neak, a cold that made your heart feel sorrow more sorrowful than the last.But suddenly an angel came and wispered in her ear"you are not alone in this beloved planet earth". "For I am with you" and with one kiss upon her cheek the angel took all the pain,the sorrow and the fear away. No longer was the girl with hair as brown as mine full of the pain of being out of place.She no longer had eyes as deep as an abyss for her eyes were full of hope and the blessing of an angels kiss.

democracy?

Today in class, one of the assignments that we reviewed was an essay that discussed whether or not we actually live in a democracy. This essay was a speech from a pro-democracy rally held in Toledo, Oh in 2001; so this essay is obviously biased, and it tried to display a specific idea (that while we are lead to believe that we live in a democracy, we actually do not). As I read through, the essay provided several examples from modern society (relating to the war in Iraq and Afghanistan), and several personal accounts from a man who was a Marine in the early part of the 20th century who claimed that many of the missions that he was a part of in foreign countries only served the interests of big business. Now, I'm not going to write anything talking about my own personal opinions on whether or not the war in Iraq is legitimate, whether or not we live in a real democracy, pros and cons of supporting a free market economy, etc... The purpose of my post is not to provide any of my political opinions. Rather, I just wanted to provide an observation that I made in class today regarding something that I would not have been able to notice on my own. While discussing this essay in class, I had expected that the purpose of this essay was going to be to persuade the people listening to the speech to agree with what the speaker was telling them: that we do not actually live in a democracy. However, Professor Meek pointed out that the actual purpose of the essay/speech was to persuade people to think that the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are illegitimate, since the author focuses so heavilly on the wars on the second page. Before Prof. Meek mentioned this, I honestly thought that the author was simply using the examples of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars to support the idea that we don't live in a democracy. While I still sort of think that the author is trying to persuade people to believe that we do not live in a democracy, I can definitely now see the possibility that the author could be focusing on the idea that the wars in Iraq/Afghanistan are illegitimate. Learn something new every day!

My name is Paulmses. I was born and raised in Needham, Massachusetts. I love to play and watch sports. For as long as I could remember I have never went a season without playing and winning on a sports team. Whether it was at the beginning of my sports career with soccer and tee ball or the end of it with football, basketball, and baseball. Now that I'm in college I'm still playing intramurals but unfortunately not as much as I would like to have. The other love in my life if TV. If I find a show that i really enjoy and understand I stay with it and watch it whenever its on. I have gone as far as memorizing episode from The Simpsons as well as Seinfeld.  Two of the best shows in the history of television. That statement can not be argued. Whether its a reality citcom or an animated show about an american family every writer will say they have got most of their material from those two shows.

woot blogging in 101!

hell yea. I dont know the point of blogging yet, so im just going to basically write whats on my mind. So yeah. I'm beggining to dislike Mondays even more. Now my wonderful schedule has me goin to four straight classes on Mondays. Wolrd of Music, then this class, Enlfish 101, twice in a row, then Theories of crime. then i have about an hour break then i got elementary statictics. It's pretty sick. Of course im kidding. The best part is though that i dont have any classes on Tuesdays or Thursdays. And lets be real here, that really is sick. Anyways, i'm pretty pumped to be taking this class again. Apparently im slow in english. I gotta set up an appointment or suttin to see why i failed last semester. Thats buggin me alot. I deffinately did all the work and stuff, so I have no clue why i failed. OHHH!. Thats bugs me.