Life for me is just moon and brew.
Later Days
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
You Made A Mistake, You Aren't The Mistake
I dont feel like coming up with anything original because I'm about to leave, but you can take a look at a small story from my big life. Enjoy!
In Henry Louis Gate Jr’s passage, “What’s in a Name”, Henry’s father chose not to speak out against the ignorance of Mr. Wilson’s choice to call him George. It took a lot of maturity and dignity for Henry’s father not to call Mr. Wilson out for his racist comment and to turn the other cheek during his time. I have also been in a similar situation that caused me to withhold my true feelings from being voiced during a time of conflict.
In 10th grade, I attended a prestigious private high school in Towson, Maryland called Loyola Blakefield. From my navy blue blazer, to my collared shirt with a quirky tie, anyone could tell that I was an ambitious sophomore with decent grades, but I did have a familiar seat in the disciplinary office and a track record steadily growing. My hardest subject during that time was Chemistry. I didn’t understand science and formulas, but the real reason I didn’t comprehend the subject was because of my devious teacher, Ms. Okieffe. She was a dark skinned, average height Trinidadian woman who despised me for some unknown reason. One particular day, I was packing up my books, getting ready to leave class and my friend David entered. He came in to sit in his seat for the next class and started up some small chit-chat with me. Barely 15 seconds in, Ms. Okieffe busted into our conversation and said “David, don’t talk to him. His failing habits may rub off on you.” As you know, I definitely took offense to this and with my loose cannon nature, I said back, “What did you say!?”, instantly losing my temper in a quick moment. She responded, “What? You not going to talk to me like that! Who do you think you are?! I am the teacher, you are the student…a failing student at that! You must be on crack or something to come at me like that.” As David watches this scene unfold, my brain automatically came up with an unlimited amount of degrading comments to retort back at her ranging from her water sack neck, her obese weight, and even to her receding hairline, but I didn’t say anything back. I knew I wasn’t in good standings with the school officials to lose this battle with my words, so I said nothing back and just exited the classroom. I spoke with my advisor about the incident and he told me that I did the right thing to just leave and not say anything. He switched my Chemistry class because she had kicked me out of her classroom roster after the event and put me in another Chemistry class that had my best friends in it. She was reprimanded for her actions and I ended up passing Chemistry with a B-.
Recounting my own story of a time when I restrained myself from voicing my opinion, I see that sometimes the best way to express how you feel about something is to not say anything at all.
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Later Days
In Henry Louis Gate Jr’s passage, “What’s in a Name”, Henry’s father chose not to speak out against the ignorance of Mr. Wilson’s choice to call him George. It took a lot of maturity and dignity for Henry’s father not to call Mr. Wilson out for his racist comment and to turn the other cheek during his time. I have also been in a similar situation that caused me to withhold my true feelings from being voiced during a time of conflict.
In 10th grade, I attended a prestigious private high school in Towson, Maryland called Loyola Blakefield. From my navy blue blazer, to my collared shirt with a quirky tie, anyone could tell that I was an ambitious sophomore with decent grades, but I did have a familiar seat in the disciplinary office and a track record steadily growing. My hardest subject during that time was Chemistry. I didn’t understand science and formulas, but the real reason I didn’t comprehend the subject was because of my devious teacher, Ms. Okieffe. She was a dark skinned, average height Trinidadian woman who despised me for some unknown reason. One particular day, I was packing up my books, getting ready to leave class and my friend David entered. He came in to sit in his seat for the next class and started up some small chit-chat with me. Barely 15 seconds in, Ms. Okieffe busted into our conversation and said “David, don’t talk to him. His failing habits may rub off on you.” As you know, I definitely took offense to this and with my loose cannon nature, I said back, “What did you say!?”, instantly losing my temper in a quick moment. She responded, “What? You not going to talk to me like that! Who do you think you are?! I am the teacher, you are the student…a failing student at that! You must be on crack or something to come at me like that.” As David watches this scene unfold, my brain automatically came up with an unlimited amount of degrading comments to retort back at her ranging from her water sack neck, her obese weight, and even to her receding hairline, but I didn’t say anything back. I knew I wasn’t in good standings with the school officials to lose this battle with my words, so I said nothing back and just exited the classroom. I spoke with my advisor about the incident and he told me that I did the right thing to just leave and not say anything. He switched my Chemistry class because she had kicked me out of her classroom roster after the event and put me in another Chemistry class that had my best friends in it. She was reprimanded for her actions and I ended up passing Chemistry with a B-.
Recounting my own story of a time when I restrained myself from voicing my opinion, I see that sometimes the best way to express how you feel about something is to not say anything at all.
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Later Days
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
I had to be there's, so I could be yours
If I never hated NSU, I wouldn't have come to UMBC.
If I wasn't wary of new people, I wouldn't have met my good friends.
If I never met Matt, I wouldnt have known about the workforce.
If I didn't know about workforce, I wouldn't have the job that allows me to pay for bus tickets to see you.
If I never dated Amellia, I wouldn't have had the sex and stress to hold me through while I started a new school.
If it wasnt for the stress, the sex wouldn't seem less.
If I didnt hate UMBC's social scene, I wouldn't have a burning desire to party hard at every turn I could.
If I didnt break up with Amellia near the end of the school semester, I wouldn't be single...probably.
If I wasn't single, I would've been with her.
If I stayed home with her, I wouldnt have drove all the way to DC for a party and pussy.
If I didn't go to DC, I wouldn't have gotten drunk.
If I didnt get drunk in DC, I would'nt have told Indigo how I felt about her.
If I didn't tell Indigo how I felt, she wouldn't have given me a chance.
If she never gave me a chance, Gary would feel like the trip was a waste and wouldn't want to go to Dominique's party.
If I didn't go to Dominique's, I wouldn't have met you.
Here's to you kyd.
Later Days (Anice)
If I wasn't wary of new people, I wouldn't have met my good friends.
If I never met Matt, I wouldnt have known about the workforce.
If I didn't know about workforce, I wouldn't have the job that allows me to pay for bus tickets to see you.
If I never dated Amellia, I wouldn't have had the sex and stress to hold me through while I started a new school.
If it wasnt for the stress, the sex wouldn't seem less.
If I didnt hate UMBC's social scene, I wouldn't have a burning desire to party hard at every turn I could.
If I didnt break up with Amellia near the end of the school semester, I wouldn't be single...probably.
If I wasn't single, I would've been with her.
If I stayed home with her, I wouldnt have drove all the way to DC for a party and pussy.
If I didn't go to DC, I wouldn't have gotten drunk.
If I didnt get drunk in DC, I would'nt have told Indigo how I felt about her.
If I didn't tell Indigo how I felt, she wouldn't have given me a chance.
If she never gave me a chance, Gary would feel like the trip was a waste and wouldn't want to go to Dominique's party.
If I didn't go to Dominique's, I wouldn't have met you.
Here's to you kyd.
Later Days (Anice)
Sky Zoo
Flat.
That's what it is right now.
Haven't raged in weeks...
Forgot what alcohol tastes like...
It aint right.....
Guess that's life.
Im headed to a zoo in the sky
where I dont know what I'll see locked away.
Something I've evolved from, maybe something I'll devolve in to.
Textbook things that I never thought I'd have the chance to become.
We all have one. We all have been through many.
Above my head, so perhaps above my reasoning.
A higher level of thought we are lead to;
I'm not getting smarter though,
just more observant of what is to come.
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I see it as a zoo, but I really should call it a jungle.
You know how you look at something and feel like it's a part of you?
Clothes, pets, people, TV; even though you may not have been here before it,
still feels like it's yours or at least fits you?
A selfish view?
Ha, I could see your point if that's what you're getting at.
I jumped around a bit.
I wont issue apologies though, it is what it is.
Later Days
That's what it is right now.
Haven't raged in weeks...
Forgot what alcohol tastes like...
It aint right.....
Guess that's life.
Im headed to a zoo in the sky
where I dont know what I'll see locked away.
Something I've evolved from, maybe something I'll devolve in to.
Textbook things that I never thought I'd have the chance to become.
We all have one. We all have been through many.
Above my head, so perhaps above my reasoning.
A higher level of thought we are lead to;
I'm not getting smarter though,
just more observant of what is to come.
_________________________________________
I see it as a zoo, but I really should call it a jungle.
You know how you look at something and feel like it's a part of you?
Clothes, pets, people, TV; even though you may not have been here before it,
still feels like it's yours or at least fits you?
A selfish view?
Ha, I could see your point if that's what you're getting at.
I jumped around a bit.
I wont issue apologies though, it is what it is.
Later Days
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Pictures
Did you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many people have pictures of you, how many moments of other people's lives we've been in. Were we part of someone's life when their dream came true, or were we there when their dreams died? Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it...
Later Days
Later Days
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Limbo feels a lot like falling without the crash
It's Saturday! And i just finished cleaning my room -__-
Mum never asks me to do it, but it gets done anyway.
Yesterday I worked a long shift at work and as the day progressed, I noticed that the weather wasn't what I expected at all.
I could dare say that it pumped with me memories of a Summer past.
That isn't the point though.
Yesterday felt a lot like what I would interpret Limbo to feel.
That inexplicable gut instinct that something isn't going to be right in the future...
It's a domain or state of anxiety, but even with its looming presence, you are calm to what's going on at the moment.
It moves you to curiosity, yet paralyzes the drive to actually go out and uncover the mystery until it's too late.
Now, I know you're probably thinking "this nigga has gone off the edge", but hear me out real quick.
Limbo is referred to as the edge of hell.
Purgatory is the complete opposite.
Limbo, in my own head, can be seen as a pessimistic outlook during whatever stable moment you are living in life. For example, if I'm just walking around a park thinking about whatever, in the back of my mind I feel like something bad is going to happen, I'm just waiting to see what it is.
Purgatory is the optimistic aspect.
That's it really.
I know it's bad to think negatively, as it may even invite omens to appear in one's life, but I was kind of right... Something happened later on that night and it wasn't of my own doing, but it does greatly affect me.
Sucks.
Whatever.
(Cue genuine laughter)
I am good about the whole situation though.
Guess I'm a new resident of Purgatory now, but Limbo is always welcoming to us.
Later Days
Mum never asks me to do it, but it gets done anyway.
Yesterday I worked a long shift at work and as the day progressed, I noticed that the weather wasn't what I expected at all.
I could dare say that it pumped with me memories of a Summer past.
That isn't the point though.
Yesterday felt a lot like what I would interpret Limbo to feel.
That inexplicable gut instinct that something isn't going to be right in the future...
It's a domain or state of anxiety, but even with its looming presence, you are calm to what's going on at the moment.
It moves you to curiosity, yet paralyzes the drive to actually go out and uncover the mystery until it's too late.
Now, I know you're probably thinking "this nigga has gone off the edge", but hear me out real quick.
Limbo is referred to as the edge of hell.
Purgatory is the complete opposite.
Limbo, in my own head, can be seen as a pessimistic outlook during whatever stable moment you are living in life. For example, if I'm just walking around a park thinking about whatever, in the back of my mind I feel like something bad is going to happen, I'm just waiting to see what it is.
Purgatory is the optimistic aspect.
That's it really.
I know it's bad to think negatively, as it may even invite omens to appear in one's life, but I was kind of right... Something happened later on that night and it wasn't of my own doing, but it does greatly affect me.
Sucks.
Whatever.
(Cue genuine laughter)
I am good about the whole situation though.
Guess I'm a new resident of Purgatory now, but Limbo is always welcoming to us.
Later Days
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