Delicate Little hands (Shape made to look like a girl)

She sighed, such a soft breathe

As if her exhale were the gentle cry of angel

A sorrowful smile stared obverse me 

Even her tears, comparable to the sun

Her delicate little hands frail and cold

Yet the most beautiful things on Earth

As if God created them with light and love and snow

She; a single dove; white and pure, illuminating that dark before the sunrise

Like a single hope, a belief in beauty, faith in the savior

My savior,

My guardian,

My white rose,

Does she love me? It matters not

She is a beacon for the lost sailor, unable to find home;

Proof that stars still shine

To explain her would be unattainable;

Perhaps God spoke to the devil

Proving his humble, begging for peace

And for a moment, evil relented

Creating delicate little hands

We started Hamlet today,

Not completely sure why because a certain Mrs. Kelly Clinch wasn't present and we weren't able to go really in depth with the first two scenes because we had no one to guide us.

So for my poem and my blog I said. "Hey Sven, why don't you write a little poem?"

Okay if you insist. The poem is known as 

"What's it like with no guide"

As I sat there in my cold hard seat,

I stared blankly at the book,

interrupted by little Kylie

"Stop kicking your damn feet"

The sub asked us for page 1

"Who wants to be Francisco?"

Wait, so quick?

Are we not exploring theme 

or language

or anything?

irritation, I wanna scream.

With no guide

how can we expect to learn?

The sub was really nice

Yet she was empty, I sighed

She didn't understand Shakespeare.

She didn't get the diction

or significance of the plot 

I'm screwed, oh dear.

Just a funny little poem I thought I would introduce, but in all seriousness… it’s a very interesting conflict to explore. Having a good teacher is such a vital part of being in a classroom it’s sad to see the line between a country such as United States and one such as Sudan divide even further. I live in a country where teachers are underpaid from the outset, in a country where there is less development… such as Sudan, not only are teachers paid nothing… they aren’t able to get qualified either.

“But Sven schooling in other countries isn’t so bad… and why do you care anyways, you have a wonderful education”

Well because I don’t see myself as a member of Georgia, or the United States, or the North American continent. I see myself as a member of humanity, a genus we often forget that we belong to, high schoolers don’t often think of education. Yet when they do it isn’t of how we can better education in general, or how we can get more qualified teachers into classes… it’s about when anchor time is going to start. Fundamentally a world where having high schoolers push for better learning themselves is not possible, but I fully believe that there are individuals that believe to be a part of the human race and first and foremost want talented teachers for every child that is born. A more clever society can open the possibility to so many things, what if the next Einstein or Mark Twain is stuck inside one of India’s 70+ children classrooms?

It would be really wonderful if each school could require a class that would team high schoolers and teachers together that could figure out ways to help individual schools across the globe and help set goals and pitch ideas that could change the course of humanity.

Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.

The invisible man

The prologue to Invisible Man has officially been read.

I am pretty impressed with myself honestly, starting the year off right. More importantly, starting the year off with what seems to be a decent book. 

I like the narrator, I think.

Kind of pretentious, almost to the point where I do not feel sorry for him... not yet anyways. But the whole point of the book is a little unclear to me so far, am I supposed to criticize the role of morals in a racist society? 

This I am confused with because the few touches of interaction I have had with the narrator are fairly irritating. He has beaten a man half to death merely because of an insult, he also steals from a power company by implementing  1,369 light bulbs into his house as well as living in a light hole with free rent. 

He then goes on to exclaim that his only sin is in his skin, did he not commit sin with beating a man? Or cheating rent, taxes, and bills? 

If the narrator lives in a society were a certain group is profiled as dangerous and cheap, why would he intentionally hurt someone or intentionally steal? So actual racism hasn't been completely introduced to me, and I am sure it will.

Society is a pretty confusing thing I think.

Because we can look at the fifties and criticize racism all we want... but racism isn't born, it's taught. And its difficult to un-teach something that has been hammered into your head since birth, and I am by no means condoning racism... I am just wondering what is hammered into my head that is absolutely completely wrong. and I want to stand up against whatever that may be... like a MLK Jr. or an Abraham Lincoln or a Jane Addams.

But I think it's kinda reversed now, increasingly I see instances where whites are becoming subject to racism. Examples?

When asked which president I would vote for I was called racist when I answered Mitt Romney. When stating that I believed Malcom X was a violent human being I was called racist.

When stating that Floyd Mayweather Junior was not as good a boxer as Manny Pacquiao I was called racist.

When stating that W.e.B DuBois pushed racial advancement to early in a rigid, dangerous society I was called racist.

Where is our right to opinion? Somebody or some group is always being criticized by another, and I kind of hate that... can we never live in a truly free society?

Maybe that's what I get to stand up for, standing up for anyone against everyone... perhaps I'm just rambling, but I am trying to find my benefit to humanity... what I can do to make the world a better place.

I am sure as hell not racist against anyone, but I can see it in front of me... although it may be more hidden then fifty years ago, its still there... and its no longer white vs black, its white vs black vs brown vs yellow vs white vs green vs purple, and its becoming increasingly rampant. It saddens me to think that universal love truly isn't graspable.

Invisible Man seems to explore existentialism, maybe that's the reason to exist.

To exist fully is to stand up for something.