"I Believe"

I actually wrote it in iambic pentameter!!! Shakespeare, who's your daddy???

( My ''I Believe'' Paper As Of 4:30-- Subject To Change )

I think I sound pretentious, but I actually like the way the poem came out sounding in iambic pentameter.

The ending is cheesy as hell, but, you'll have that. Hey, it's SENIOR YEAR. Plus it's nothing compared to some of those . . .

I don't talk about sexuality or fidelity in there at all. All I say about friendship is tied in with platonic love. I guess, really, that my "virtues" are even further out than just virtues . . . it's like the basic nature of religion and human nature, not just what I like about them.

Though, really, it's not like anyone's going to say, "I don't think people should have integrity." That's like besides the obvious. I wanted mine to be controversial, in a way.

It sort of is, I guess . . . particularly in regards to the glorification of Relativism (Truth is only what you make of it!) and my admission that I side more Arian and believe Jesus was a man who became divine through his actions on earth (if He even became divine at all and wasn't just a really respected martyr), not born divine. It was, well, really, just a reaction to all those insanely Fundamentalistic papers everyone wrote last year. My goodness. I didn't know so many people were that to-the-note about it. It's fine, of course . . . but I almost wonder if some of them did it to take up space by quoting the Bible rather than actually thinking about and expatiating upon their own views . . .

On a side note, I felt particularly social today. After school, I talked to like five people. I was talking to Robert and Alice and Liz when the bell rang, and then I talked with Mr. Briddell about how I looked like Nora when I was a little kid, and he agreed that yes, indeed I did (and also stole my quartet picture and I think he's going to use it . . . damn . . . Alice, Lindsey, I'm sorry . . . that was just supposed to be to SHOW him and Mrs. Hershberger . . . I argued with him about it . . . I tried . . . lol . . . ), and then I talked with Brock and Andrew about how Andrew needs to get his freaking Summer Shakescenes form in, and that Brock wants to play a Bill Cosby-type Othello who stabs people with Jell-O Pudding Pops (???), and then I talked to that one kid (I feel bad because I forget his name) who is in Improv and used to be in my Theatre class and used to talk all the time (I always find them, don't I? Ahh, well, we seem to stick together . . . ). Yeah. So I felt social ^_^ This was all just out to my car, between the minutes of 3:15 and 3:25-ish-about.

"I Believe"

I actually wrote it in iambic pentameter!!! Shakespeare, who's your daddy???

( My ''I Believe'' Paper As Of 4:30-- Subject To Change )

I think I sound pretentious, but I actually like the way the poem came out sounding in iambic pentameter.

The ending is cheesy as hell, but, you'll have that. Hey, it's SENIOR YEAR. Plus it's nothing compared to some of those . . .

I don't talk about sexuality or fidelity in there at all. All I say about friendship is tied in with platonic love. I guess, really, that my "virtues" are even further out than just virtues . . . it's like the basic nature of religion and human nature, not just what I like about them.

Though, really, it's not like anyone's going to say, "I don't think people should have integrity." That's like besides the obvious. I wanted mine to be controversial, in a way.

It sort of is, I guess . . . particularly in regards to the glorification of Relativism (Truth is only what you make of it!) and my admission that I side more Arian and believe Jesus was a man who became divine through his actions on earth (if He even became divine at all and wasn't just a really respected martyr), not born divine. It was, well, really, just a reaction to all those insanely Fundamentalistic papers everyone wrote last year. My goodness. I didn't know so many people were that to-the-note about it. It's fine, of course . . . but I almost wonder if some of them did it to take up space by quoting the Bible rather than actually thinking about and expatiating upon their own views . . .

On a side note, I felt particularly social today. After school, I talked to like five people. I was talking to Robert and Alice and Liz when the bell rang, and then I talked with Mr. Briddell about how I looked like Nora when I was a little kid, and he agreed that yes, indeed I did (and also stole my quartet picture and I think he's going to use it . . . damn . . . Alice, Lindsey, I'm sorry . . . that was just supposed to be to SHOW him and Mrs. Hershberger . . . I argued with him about it . . . I tried . . . lol . . . ), and then I talked with Brock and Andrew about how Andrew needs to get his freaking Summer Shakescenes form in, and that Brock wants to play a Bill Cosby-type Othello who stabs people with Jell-O Pudding Pops (???), and then I talked to that one kid (I feel bad because I forget his name) who is in Improv and used to be in my Theatre class and used to talk all the time (I always find them, don't I? Ahh, well, we seem to stick together . . . ). Yeah. So I felt social ^_^ This was all just out to my car, between the minutes of 3:15 and 3:25-ish-about.