Okay, there are no rules that say I can't blog about my English homework. "But Ben, don't you have homework t-" SHUT UP AND LET ME BLOG! Yes I do have homework to do. HOWEVER, writing my thoughts helps me organize them, and my blog is for voicing my thoughts. So technically I am doing homework. "But Be-" Don't but Ben me; I got work to do...
Aright I have to write about A Song of Joys for my class. This is a moderately long poem that talks about the joys of life. It talks about nature, man, work, death, and the soul. (I can be in my blog.... no really that's special) I, when I read the poem (the 50th time) found an interesting message. The poem is basically talking about Boundaries, or lack there of. It's saying that, no matter your profession, there is no limit to joy or freedom of the soul. It's saying that the soul owns all and has all, no matter your age or gender.
I assume that the time period is notable. Walt Whitman wrote this poem in 1860, (that date was harder to find than you might think) a time when things were being invented to make work easier. Normal (middle class) people started looking to their stuff for joy. With less time on work they could spend more time on themselves. People started watching and participating in sports. They started reading more fiction. They developed hobbies. People had begun an age of self entertainment rather than preservation. Until this point people had to find joy in their work, not (so much) their play. What you and I live now is a matured version of this new age. However Walt never mentions golf, video games, or diet fads in his poem. His poem is filled with work. "How can that bring jo-" I said shut up! This poem marks the last generation that truly knew where joy is found. Not in entertaining one's self, but rather finding joy in doing one's job to the best of one's ability. To participate in fulfilling one's purpose....(my mind is approaching depression, I don't know why)
I also have a power point project thing to do. I have to talk about myself. I hate talking about myself. Unless I'm blogging. Well it shouldn't be too hard... I'm dying on this schedule. Literally, I'm loosing my mind. I'm returning to the dust from whence I came. I should take a nap... I'm done blogging today...ish
Friday, April 19, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
16 Views From Russia?
I wonder how many people who view my Blog actually read it...
Well today I have a little time to blog, under the excuse of it being English work. Well, as some of my regular readers already know, I'm a little behind in my schoolwork... Basically I did a weeks worth of school per month last quarter... Bad idea. Anyway, now I am on a strict schedule, for example Monday:
5:00... AM- Wake up, Bible study, eat, shower, dress... basic morning just way earlier and compacted.
6:00 - An hour of Pre-cal. (the worlds worst high school class) I have a final coming up and 3 weeks to finish 15 six-hour sections of homework.
7:00- English- thus here I am.
7:45- Go to work. Thank God my boss gave me a couple days off to study.
12:15-30 PM- Return from work and eat lunch.
1:00- Pre-cal.
3:00- English
4:00- Pre-cal.
5:30- My longest break of the day starts. I Help make dinner (for my home ec. class), then proceed to consume and help clean up said meal.
8:00- Pre-cal.
9:00- Economics
10:00 Finally I get to go to bed... but wait I haven't checked my FB, or my e-mail (as if anyone does that anymore).
11:00 GO TO SLEEP.
Now this is probably my hardest day, but the others aren't much different. This day consists of 12 hours of work, 6 hours of sleep and 6 hours of eating, cooking, chores, bible reading, driving, riding, and FB. Dag...
As you can imagine this schedule doesn't leave much time for knife throwing, youtube, bro-fighting, TV, working out (not that big a deal), Settlers, laundry, or even shopping online for the coolest swords and guns. I do get to go to church on Sunday but I miss it on Wednesday nights. Responsibility fell like a brick on my head... I should write a song... but I have no time...
The good news is I WILL graduate, and this will only last three weeks. After that all I have to worry about is getting into a JC, and getting my class M licence. Again I could talk forever, alas I must return to my actual studies... ish
Well today I have a little time to blog, under the excuse of it being English work. Well, as some of my regular readers already know, I'm a little behind in my schoolwork... Basically I did a weeks worth of school per month last quarter... Bad idea. Anyway, now I am on a strict schedule, for example Monday:
5:00... AM- Wake up, Bible study, eat, shower, dress... basic morning just way earlier and compacted.
6:00 - An hour of Pre-cal. (the worlds worst high school class) I have a final coming up and 3 weeks to finish 15 six-hour sections of homework.
7:00- English- thus here I am.
7:45- Go to work. Thank God my boss gave me a couple days off to study.
12:15-30 PM- Return from work and eat lunch.
1:00- Pre-cal.
3:00- English
4:00- Pre-cal.
5:30- My longest break of the day starts. I Help make dinner (for my home ec. class), then proceed to consume and help clean up said meal.
8:00- Pre-cal.
9:00- Economics
10:00 Finally I get to go to bed... but wait I haven't checked my FB, or my e-mail (as if anyone does that anymore).
11:00 GO TO SLEEP.
Now this is probably my hardest day, but the others aren't much different. This day consists of 12 hours of work, 6 hours of sleep and 6 hours of eating, cooking, chores, bible reading, driving, riding, and FB. Dag...
As you can imagine this schedule doesn't leave much time for knife throwing, youtube, bro-fighting, TV, working out (not that big a deal), Settlers, laundry, or even shopping online for the coolest swords and guns. I do get to go to church on Sunday but I miss it on Wednesday nights. Responsibility fell like a brick on my head... I should write a song... but I have no time...
The good news is I WILL graduate, and this will only last three weeks. After that all I have to worry about is getting into a JC, and getting my class M licence. Again I could talk forever, alas I must return to my actual studies... ish
Monday, April 8, 2013
Do I Even Have Time for This?
The simple answer... NO.
Fart my life.
Aright the following post is proof that I am the worst student in the world... (read in normal excited irresponsible way)
Okay if girls can blog about their obsessions with famous boys, I have decided I can blog about my current attraction to... wait for it... sharp objects (said as I swing my fist up in an uppercut motion)!
I can't help it! they're just so great. I don't know if you've ever held a knife or a sword, but just the possession of such an object give the bearer a huge sense of power. I don't care if it's just a butter knife. Holding = Strength. If you understand this concept you can't help but relate to my constant desire for a larger, sharper, grander blade.... Oh, and I have pictures, just like any love struck teenage fan-girl.
Did someone say Spartans. Oh, just me? Cool... Any way, this little sword (or big knife) is the classic sidearm of the best Greek warriors. Lets face it; sometimes spears break. This little guy here will get you a lot farther in battle than a broken stick. This blade is also very useful in crowds. Being short makes it awfully versatile. And it doubles as a machete. OOO, and while we're on ancient Greek amazingness.
Katana. Japanese, swift, elegant, strong, long, sharp, beautiful, unbeatable.
... Wow I'm dorky... more people should be dorky..."I know how to fart out a dragon... Indeed, indeed I do!"-My little bro right now... perfect. I apologize for this post, I know it's about as interesting as 1-D but I thought I'd get it out of my head and on... the internet... Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all... ish
Fart my life.
Aright the following post is proof that I am the worst student in the world... (read in normal excited irresponsible way)
Okay if girls can blog about their obsessions with famous boys, I have decided I can blog about my current attraction to... wait for it... sharp objects (said as I swing my fist up in an uppercut motion)!
I can't help it! they're just so great. I don't know if you've ever held a knife or a sword, but just the possession of such an object give the bearer a huge sense of power. I don't care if it's just a butter knife. Holding = Strength. If you understand this concept you can't help but relate to my constant desire for a larger, sharper, grander blade.... Oh, and I have pictures, just like any love struck teenage fan-girl.
It's just so BIG... Yet manageable. The hand-and-a-half sword is my favorite medieval western sword. You want to use a shield? No problem! You prefer two hands for more power? Go ahead! You want a longer reaching one hander? Sure thing! Nuf said... on that one...
"I'm getting one!"- Pipin, LOTR
Katana. Japanese, swift, elegant, strong, long, sharp, beautiful, unbeatable.
... Wow I'm dorky... more people should be dorky..."I know how to fart out a dragon... Indeed, indeed I do!"-My little bro right now... perfect. I apologize for this post, I know it's about as interesting as 1-D but I thought I'd get it out of my head and on... the internet... Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all... ish
Thursday, April 4, 2013
507 views
Someone prove that (sin(x)^1/2)cosx-(sin(x)^5/2) cosx = cos^3 sqrt.(sinx)
Half way to one thousand... ish
Half way to one thousand... ish
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