Everyday

Before stepping out the door

I always try to settle

Neither memories in shadow

Nor thoughts that tickle

But the morale that’s low

 

Everyday

Before stepping out the door

I always try to strive

Striving to provide laugh

Striving to pursue life

What it means to stay alive

 

Outside

 

Leaves still fly

No trails when they pass by

Until the ground where they lie

Buried in the silent roadside

 

Sounds like the story of my life

Just that I’m still in the middle of the flight

 

I can’t remember the last time I cry

My memories are kind of shy

 

Inside

 

A tune still floats among the walls through window

So old that it’s almost yellow

The reminiscence I can still follow

I just don’t seem to get over my own sorrow

 

Dear Time

If I give you some time

Will you slow down and let me rhyme?

 

Well it’s four AM in the morning

My brain doesn’t seem to be functioning

 

Perhaps I’ll just stop right here

And present it to the rest of my peers

The mind, how does it work? I constantly tell myself to finish my homework, but I keep putting it off for the next day. “I have school tomorrow” I say to myself, and my mind tells me, “Don’t worry about it, you can wake up early and finish it then”. After wasting the day, doing god knows what; I set an hourly alarm from 3AM to 6AM. “This will do the trick” my mind tells me and I fall asleep in my usual time, around 2AM. If there’s one thing I learned, it’s that my mind loves to screw me over. Every time I woke up to the alarm, my mind tells me to sleep till the next one rings. What a mistake that was. The next time I opened my eyes, it was well past 10 and I was late. I understood then, that my mind was the Serpent and I was Eve. Well, I’m a guy so should it be Adam? In any case, my mind tells me it’s pointless to go to school today. “HAHA!” I tell myself. “Do you really think I’m that stupid?”. “But what about the homework due today?”. “Don’t worry about it, I have the perfect plan”, I sneer. Rushing to the subway, and securing a seat, I open my bag to take out my homework. Surprise surprise, I then realized that all my books were at home, waiting to be done. The moral of the story? Check your bag before leaving.

Hey guys, you need to put a pseudo e-mail, including a subject line, to an anonymous professor addressing one of the three scenarios below.

1. You are having difficulty figuring out a specific homework exercise.

2. You received a semester grade of B- in one of your classes but based on your own records you think you earned an A.

3. You missed the midterm due to an illness.

 

 

Post the monologue you’ve developed and presented in class, along with a self-portrait (which can be a photograph, an image, a cartoon, a drawing, or some other depiction of how you see yourself).