Tuesday, January 12, 2010

excuse me ; is you familiar ?

my name is shaquill ; im a junior in highschool , i still cant believe how the time flies. i enjoy math and talking about veryy contraversal subjects. i like to stand out from the crowd , and speak my own mind , on my own time. peoples opinions matter too mee , because i want my opinions to matter to them . one topic that really gets me started and intrigued is Racism. its so very interesting because there are so many different views on it, and so many emotions and opinions, and experiences, and there is no true right or wrong answer , its just an open ended subject that i could talk about for days ! i like to talk and write and LOVE to take pictures.
When i get out of highschool i plan on going to college , but i am undecided on my mayjor. i want to be the next person to invent something GENIUS , or know everything . becuase this place that we call home i VERY interesting. ahhh i could just go on and on and on... as you can see i open minded and is open to new ideas and things. i am outgoing and is mostly down for anything. i am a high achiever and i wont lower my standards for anyone. i will work my way to the topp and push down anyone in my way :) , did i mention that i was competitive. ;) i like things to go may way but i know i cant always have it that way :( . but i am a junior in highschool , and i get pretty good grades in classes that i like. And im just enjoying life , trying to do everything in this one life time !! - Shaquill [ very unique and refuse to be like any other )

junior year :(

The book black boy is a book that im reading in class as of right now. I am a junior in high school & i am in Humanities 3. the question i have in class right now is find 3 parts of the book that represent alienation . & my response that i could think of right now off the top of my head is ; when he lit the house on fire and he ran under the BURNING house and hid and didn't want to come out. 2. when his mother sent him and his brother to the orphanage because she couldn't support them financially. and last, is when Richard ran away from the orphanage. now i have too find quotes. which is going to be pretty hard since i dont have a book. man i feel like myy junior year is going too bee veryyy difficult =[

BORED

All About Shaquill
`*&_ :; isnt is always ? lol =p



i dont reallyy know why im writing this ; but my teacher said that i have to. Right now im just in class ; bored as can be. im tired i went to bed at like 12 last night and had to wake up at 6. i dont think i got enough sleep at all. today i have alot of things to do , i have to go to tmobile and pay my bill. i have too meet up with my friend at downtown. then i might go chill with my other friend. but i doubt it . HIGHLY. OMG I AM SO BORED! i want to be home right now. =[ . lovee myyself =] so im going to add a picture. lol . ; ha i took that picture last year. i was in health class and that teacher was just talking talking talking. and once again i was bored !!!!; omg . im so bored , this is goingg too be a longg year !

Monday, January 11, 2010

A hundred Bolts of satin .. more poems for humanities




A Hundred Bolts of Satin
By Kay Ryan

All you
have to lose
is one
connection
and the mind
uncouples
all the way back.
It seems
to have been
a train.
There seems
to have been
a track.
The things
that you
unpack
from the
abandoned cars
cannot sustain
life: a crate of
tractor axles,
for example,
a dozen dozen
clasp knives,
a hundred
bolts of satin—
perhaps you
specialized
more than
you imagined. .

more poems for humanities




The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee
By N. Scott Momaday

I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest star
I am the cold of dawn
I am the roaring of the rain
I am the glitter on the crust of the snow
I am the long track of the moon in a lake
I am a flame of four colors
I am a deer standing away in the dusk
I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche
I am an angle of geese in the winter sky
I am the hunger of a young wolf
I am the whole dream of these things
You see, I am alive, I am alive
I stand in good relation to the earth
I stand in good relation to the gods
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful
I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte
You see, I am alive, I am alive

A hundred bolts of satin
Trees

poems for humanitiess :)


Trees

By Joyce Kilmer
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.