Or so they say...

This is just another poem I had to write for my sociology class. Aparently my professor is a fan of poems and that is basically our homework in a nutshell: to write a poem on our understanding of the week's readings.

My sister really liked this one so I decided to leave it here too. So feel free to leave any comments or criticism.

Or So They Say

There is no problem, or so they say

As they turn a blind eye and simply walk away

Yet in the shadows they mutter and stare
“Look at that wretched, why should we care?”
They speak of injustice and how it’s unfair
And all the while thieving what they should rightfully share
When many are those who slave by the hour
They simply state, with faces sour
“It’s because of their gender!”
“It’s because of their race!”
“It’s because of them we face the problems we face!”
And so we realize, at the end of the day
There is no problem, or so they say.

Ranting...

My sociology professor is a huge self-centered controversial hypocrite!

In each and every single one of his classes he always talks about his life and how he has a PhD and goes to Ghana every year because he's an important spokesman of the African institute and what not...

Don't get me wrong, that's all great! I'm glad he's helping out the community there. But he doesn't have to constantly talk about it. I'm paying to take a sociology class not an bibliography class!

He doesn't even let us say a single word as he constantly puts up a narcissistic monologue and then has some nerve to tell us at the end of class that participation is worth 60% of our grade! If he wants us to participate then have the decency to SHUT UP and LET us talk!!

Then when he actually lets us pitch in and say what we think about the matter he just shoots us down! let me demonstrate:

Today in class (The reason why I'm ticked off and writing this rant):

Prof: "I want you all to understand that having A's isn't everything. You have to have the knowledge to support that A -- "

Me: (Nod head in agreement)

Prof: " -- take me for example -- "

Me: (rolls eyes)

Prof: " -- true I have my PhD but in the end its just a piece of paper. What I need to ask myself is what I learned from it. One day, on a trip to Ghana with a student, a lady passed out on the plane because of her diabetes problem. She needed a nurse who could help her. There was this one man who got up and said he was a qualified nurse yet when he looked at the lady he didn't not what to do. My student on the other hand was taking a nursing degree and when he asked if he could help the flight attendant said that he wasn't a qualified nurse so she couldn't let him help. What I'm trying to tell you with this is that sometimes you may have a degree but it doesn't mean you've learned anything."

Me: (thinking to myself) not exactly... (raise my hand) "Well that doesn't mean anything. He probably knew what to do but just didn't have enough experience to do it."

Prof: "Experience is everything. If you don't have it then what was it all worth? Books won't teach you anything. You have to experience it to understand -- "

Me: he has a point but that's not entirely true... if that was the case then his PhD doesn't amount to anything because it won't prove he's smarter then any of us here. 

Prof: " -- but then again you're young so you probably don't understand what I'm saying. And I don't want to argue with you because I don't want to show everyone that I'm always right, which is not always true."

Me: (jaw drops to the floor in anger and surprise) what the ...HELL?!

(...)



So you see. After that I didn't say anything at all until the end of class. Every time he opened his mouth he would say something that ticked me off even more. The worst is that since he is the professor I can't tell him anything or it's my grade on the line. Yet at the same time it's insane that he doesn't even listen to the anyone's opinion but his own because he's always right...That only demonstrates what typre of professor he is. Only two and a half more months of this bulls###...perfect...

Homework...

For my Sociology class I had to write a poem about racial discrimination. I rarely write poems and I hate writing them too. I just don't have the touch for them, I guess. So I'll post it here to see what y'all think about it. Comments and criticism is appreciated.

We Fight

Born to a land where freedom dwells

In white shackles our lives are bound

They talk of equality and claim clear sight

Yet no man can cage what is freedom’s right

We hear empty curses and hollow lies

And bear ghostly grins with our chins held high

For much we suffered through crimson gashes

To keep the promise that relives in ashes

The words have been spoken

To those who can hear

To those who choose to live above fear

Cut the Line! For none are wiser

Of color and nation, we’ll stand much higher

Yet there they remain

Indifferent and unaware

In their blissful wonderland of fake pretend

We will show them our scars and heed them warning

In the Crisis we cry for our soul’s yearning.

Author's Note: 

         "Cut the line!" was a famous phrase said by W.E.B. DuBois when he was speaking of the "line" dividing white and black population in America.

         "Crisis" was the journal of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) in 1910.

Noblesse

The other day I was cruzing through the internet when I found this Korean Manwha (Manhwa is similar to manga only you read it like a slideshow rather then a comic book, that is up-down rather then right-left/left-right).

Reading the summary (which I won't post here because I don't want to spoil it) it sounded pretty intersting so I started off but checking the first chapter to see if it was actually worth reading it all the way through. And boy was it ever!

I got so into the story that I read late into the night and woke up early the next morning just to continue. Every time I had to put it down to go to work I would spend the entire time thinking about the story and what was going to happen. I have to say I became such a fan that three days later I downloaded the entire manwha just to keep it in case it was ever to be deleted from the internet. 

The Manwha is called "Noblesse" and its a web story, which means it is daily being updated on the net but has no hardcover/paperback copy. The drawings are beyond amazing and the color gives it a scarry sense of realism.

I recommend this story to anyone who loves intrigue, suspense, action, comedy and the supernatural. It will totally be worth your time.

Thanks Cuz'

9:00 AM

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As I roll over in my bed I gaze at the name blasting on my phone.With a loud sigh I pick it up and roll back over with the phone against my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey sleepy head!"
"Hey..." I mumble back.
"Oh! Where you sleeping?" He asked all to innocently.
"Not anymore." Laughter boomed on the other end.
"Do you work today?" He asked.
"Yep."
"Do you want to come over later? We could go driving a bit. You haven't practiced in a while."
"Yeah, sure."
"You leave at the usual time, right?"
"Yep."
"OK. So I'll pick you up later. Go back to sleep."
"Can't anymore. I'm already awake." Laughter again.
"Call you later then."

Wasn't it my surprise when after work my cousin appears in his motorcycle carrying TWO helmets.
"I thought I was driving." I laughed as I pulled the helmet on.
"You will later." He smiled that all to innocent cheeky smile.

Once we arrived at his house we got in through the back door only to leave once again through the front door towards his car. I have to say I was pretty bad. I did loose my touch there for a bit. And I was pulled over by the cops for the first time because they thought I was driving strangely! Yeah, that's how bad it was.

So after that very humiliating display my cousin took me too his job and showed me around, explaining the ropes of camera business. Yet, I guess I was still nervous with the cop thing because we just ended up going to his place again. The drive there was... comforting. For the first time he opened up with me about his problems. I couldn't help but feel inwardly happy that he trusted me enough to the point of re-opening old wounds.

Once at his place accompanied by three other of our friends we just spent the rest of the night playing Rock Band 'till 2 in the morning. I tried the guitar, the drums and even singing! Me! The girl who never ever wants to be seen singing because I can hit "pitches only dogs can hear"!

It has been a long time since I had had so much fun that way. The drive home made me think about those times and how much I miss my over-seas friends. It hurt a bit but at the same time I felt really happy.

So I leave this post to thank one of the best Cousins I have, for everything he has done for me, and for just being the awesome guy he is...

Thanks Cuz' 

What's that?

I'm walking to work like every other day, my mind lost in thought gazing up at the sky when something far away catches my attention. It looked like a balloon but as I got nearer it became longer and bigger. Suddenly I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as realization hit me. It was a Helium Plane! A real live helium plane! A cheeky smile spread across my face as I gazed in wonder at this magnificent vessel. I had never seen one before, just in movies and the such. So, like a fool, I stood there for several minutes just admiring it soaring through the afternoon sky.

It was only later that I was told that the aircraft was actually a United States Army autopilot aircraft doing a test round around my area.

Call me old fashioned, but it was really cool!