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Sunday, September 14, 2008

What we care to read and know

To begin, let's start with what we, as Academites, really are. No, we're not weirdos from outer space as stated by popular belief (well we are super-human in our insane awesomeness), but we are nonetheless normal people who just think differently. For example, if one was to categorize classes into questions, the Honors Social Studies class would be more of a Comprehension/Application question, and Academites would be a Synthesis/Evalutation question. We're not necessarily smarter (although we are all very intelligent), but we use higher levels of thinking in our everyday lives.

Now, with the classification of Academites in mind, what do we care to read and/or know? Well, anything interesting, of course! We care to read about things that don't have the answer blatantly sprawled across the page, but something puzzling enough to force us to stop and think every few pages to analyze the situation and even apply it to our own lives. Ishmael, for example was such a collection of brand new views that I really had to pause and evaluate Quinn's ideals before I could go on reading; but that's exactly why I loved it. What do we care to know? The biggest question we ask is why. Why is the earth at its current state? Why is the sky blue? Why is that guy wearing a strange tie? We like to know what would have happened if another thing didn't, or what would've happened if something else did. In a nutshell, we just care to know.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

First Day

The shrieking of students as they greet each other with excitement,

catching up on missed times together.

They chatter in the hallways,
linger on the stairwells,
and walk with one another through a newly transformed school.

Fresh paint floats upon the air,
concealing marks of the past
for the start of a new year.

Winding corridors leading in circles,
flights of stairs on every corner,
and maybe a sign 
or two;
but uncertainty of the day ahead is heavy on my shoulders
like the collection of new books on my back.

Who will I meet?
What will I do?
What will others think of me?
I'm clueless of what high school has in store for me.

But an open door,
a warm smile,
and a greeting welcome me into the room
for the start of a new year.