03 June 2009

Poem for My English Teacher

My Fair Yarchi
Jake Morgan
AP English 2009

This is the time when we say our goodbyes.
When we remember, ‘til now, the important people in our lives.
Like the people who taught us about verse, meter, and rhyme.
And who made sure we finished our essays on time.
Day one we walked in-- such ignorant dweebs.
It was her mission to equip us with all that we’d need
to pass the exam, hopefully with fives.
To which we’ll find out how that went when our letters arrive.

Regardless of my exam score,
Through this class I can safely say I gained something more.
A teacher who cared, much more than most.
With technique, experience, insight, and attire to boast.
Making a class full of excelling students, to some might’ve been a myth.
Especially considering what she had to work with.
But here’s the fruit of her labor, a long 9 months later.
Our understanding has been elevated, and our knowledge is far greater.
Sure, we were brilliant to begin with, this much is true.
But our further growth in wisdom, we owe to you.
You taught us more than we ever cared to know.

Because of this, we hate to see you go
Onto another bunch of seniors to teach.
The transcending ideas that you’ll help them reach.
We do so hope you’ll remember our class;
If nothing else, for the Super Table’s amount of sass.
Sass that you think you’re done with-- that you’re in the clear.
Oh, but you’ll see, we’ll find a way to come back and bug you next year.

16 April 2009

After Forever

It figures the only thing that makes me update my blog right now is when it's a school assignment. Quite frankly though, I'd be surprised if I even finished this post even under thoses circumstances. Well, if you're reading this than I suppose that means I did pull through and finish this. God I'm so lazy :D.

So here's the deal: The assignment is to write a post about what we're (the students) planning on doing after high school. Which is why I've decided to title this baby "After Forever". Not only is it appropiate in the sence that the time I've spent in school, all the way from Kindergarden to Senior Year, has felt like it's own eternity. Also it's the name of a Black Sabbath song. Black Sabbath is awesome.

Pictured: Awesome!

So far I've got a pretty general idea of what I want to do with myself after this whole High School thing. I say "general idea" for several reasons. One being the fact that I'm not very sure whether or not I actually want to follow through with the proceeding statements; but right now I feel like what I have in mind would be fulfilling. But that's right now, you never know what can change. Also, if I happen to indeed change my mind I'm pretty sure I'd at least finally settle on a career that's closely related to what I feel would be best for me in this point in time. So what I take will probably be in the same field and wouldn't be that much a stretch of the imagination.

Basically, I want to be a teacher while being a writer in my spare time. Though in all actuality to say I'd be a writer in my "spare time" wouldn't be appropriating the passion I have for writing. Honestly, writing novels would be my first priority, being an educator is simply something I have planned to help financially support me during the writing/publish process (and after if my books never really take off). I plan to teach English and/or Japanese at a high school level. I have a passion for the two subjects and I fell that teaching either of the two would come easy to me and it would be quite fulfilling.

College is going to be a necessity in this basic blueprint I have right now. I just enrolled in a community college that's a few miles away from me. From there I plan on transferring to Northern Kentucky University in my sophomore year. College is a three part advantage for me in my eyes. First and foremost, I'm looking forward to the learning experience; that alone is going to make the enitre thing worthwhile. Plus I get to gain both teaching and writing experience. Hopefully all that will make college worth the tens of thousands of dollars I'll spend while I'm there.

17 March 2009

Beer Laws

When I was but a little tyke I, like most children my age, went to an Elementary school. It was there, in that humble sized school of about 200 or so students, where I got my first glimpse into what we call “Social Studies”. Part of this basic foray of our government, history, and culture was a brief study of our (the US’) Constitution. We went over the social scene at the time and why the founding fathers wanted to put the things in there that they did. Most of what was put into the Constitution was put in there due to an English policy that the then colonists didn’t see eye-to-eye with… Fuck, you don’t need to have this explained to you! If you’re here then I’m gonna just give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you passed the fifth grade. Back on course:

It was there that I learned that there is supposed to be a clear separation between the Church and the State. Obliviously that shit hasn’t worked out, has it? And while I could bust out a large number of commonly sited examples, I going to take the road less traveled and talk about a lesser given (or at not so over-used) example: the fact that many counties in America can’t sell alcohol on Sundays. This annoys me in two different ways; both as an American citizen who loves freedom and wants the government to abide by the rules, and the fact that it affects me in a personal way. I’ll touch on the latter of the two in a bit, but for now, let’s focus on the Constitution and my crazy Libertarian point of view.

In the ‘20’s a bunch of folks pushed their way up to the highest level of government and got a Constitutional amendment passed that criminalized alcohol in the US. This action was heavily fueled by Protestant reformers that wanted to make Jesus happy. Once the government realized it didn’t fucking work (and maybe that trying to control what people do with their bodies is totally against what this country was founded on), they repealed the action and everyone could go back to happily obtaining their alcohol legally. Defeated, our Protestant heroes would abandon the fight to get rid of booze and would go onto ban just about every other drug in order to force their morality and way of life on us, thus saving our souls. However, just because they didn’t have any luck on getting rid of alcohol throughout the entire country doesn’t mean they had to give up the fight for their home town. ‘Cause if there’s one thing the crusades have taught us, it’s that the religious don’t give up fighting (seriously- there was, like, what- 10 of those?). So they ban alcohol in the state or county they reside in.

What the fucking fuck?! Where’s the fucking Supreme Court on that shit? It’s not like you can even attempt to try and argue that this shit isn’t solely driving by religion. If you could, it’d be different- but you fucking can’t. Granted most places don’t resort to this level of extreme control, they just ban selling beer on Sunday, the only day Jesus really cares about apparently. There’s a trade-off with this method: This way you’re at least given freedom of choice most of the time, but it makes the fact that the law is in the name of God even more obvious. Either way you slice it, preventing the sale of alcohol to adults is unconstitutional.

So you might be asking yourself why I’m so Goddamn riled up about this crap. I’m 18, it’s not like I care about real life things that affect our lives and freedom, I just want to play video games, hang out at the mall, and chase tail. It’s not like I know about the Constitution, what it promises us, the concepts of freedom and oppression, and the history of power being abused by those who wield it. Well you’re fucking wrong. I’m well aware of past governments (including the past of this one) and their desire to take away liberties and subjugate their population. And it disgusts to see our government telling us what we can and can’t do for reason other than the fact that what we’re doing would violate other people’s rights. Forbidding drugs, including alcohol and any other drug that’ll get you in trouble with the law, is a prime example of the injustice. It’s just another action of an ever oppressive and power hungry entity that has no compassion for the people it’s supposed to protect. Power should be limited to protecting our rights from other people who seek to harm them and should be given to the government on our terms, not theirs. Also, since the Constitution is supposed to separate church and state, the whole thing about the entire alcohol issue being an entirely religious crusade comes around here again.

But what really get my goat almost as much as the whole “raping freedom” bit is the fact that on Saturday night, all the drunks fell it necessary to stock up for the next day’s supply of booze. Now, I work at a grocery store, and week-in and week-out I have to deal with these people every fucking Saturday night I have to work. Seriously, do have any idea how annoying some of those dumb motherfuckers are? Holy shit, being at that store from 10pm-1am (that when they all tend to flock there after they realize they might run out by tomorrow) while dealing with these assholes is like spending an eternity in Hell. They come in, go straight to the beer aisle, usually asking me where it is in their dribbley, profanity laced drunken spatter, go straight there (if they’re not too wasted to understand the concepts of “left” and “right”), by only beer, and check out; and somehow managing to piss me off in some other fashion. Usually it’s just me overhearing their inconsiderably loud dumbass conversations, or, God forbid, even worse trying to talk to me! Yeah, it’s bad enough just observing you maundering stupidity, but now you want to make me suffer a direct confrontation from you!

Honestly, what makes you think putting me through your incoherent babble is going to benefit any of us? The smell of you’re breath alone makes me want to end my own life. Let alone the fact that whatever you’re saying is likely so stupid, it’s effectively making me stupider. Plus, what really makes you think that your feeble little brain can come up with anything to say to me work responding to? I’m not sure if it’s just you’re current drunken state, or if you’re naturally that dumb (possibly from the loss of brain cells) but whatever it is, you’re best off just cutting contact with the rest of humanity. Because your intermingling with other people who can actually construct decently intelligent thoughts in their heads certainly isn’t helping anyone.

So if nothing else, when you think of any sort of alcohol control just think of us poor bastards who have to put up with those drunken assholes during their last second Saturday night beer runs.

09 March 2009

Who Watches The Watchmen? I do.

I’m a nerd. As such I read a lot of comics. So I was pretty happy when I heard that they were finally coming out with a Watchmen movie. Seriously, I about pissed myself when I saw this trailer in the theater. This event was just as, if not more, significant to some of my friends as it was to me, so we decided that we should do the true geek thing and go to the midnight premier. Granted, it was a school night and we all would be tired as all fuck the next morning, but Goddamn it, it’d be fucking worth it!

So was it worth it? I guess that’s the dying question. Well, let me put it this way. I saw it at midnight (while there I did my patent pending “turn-around-and-look-back-at-the-projector-right-before-the-film starts-so-the-light-enters-my-eyes-a-split-second-before-everyone-else’s-so-technically-I’m-the-first-person-to-see-it” technique) and after I left the theater I decided I had to see the ASAP so I got another group of friends together to see at 9pm that night. So I saw it twice in one 24 hour period. That’s right, this movie was so fucking good I paid to see it again only 18 hours after I saw it the first time.

For those not familiar with the comic, which I have no idea why you wouldn’t be, the story is about a group of vigilantes who after WWII put on some costumes and decided to do the whole “crime fighting” bit. The problem is, people become a bit disenfranchised with the group and a law is passed that outlaws their types. So they break up. Years later The Comedian, the crudest, most pessimistic, self-centered, and (you might be able to argue this one) misanthropic character (yet the one I can relate to the most) is murdered by- oh wait, that’s right, if what you’re reading right now is news to you than you don’t know that person did it. Fine, I won’t spoil it for you- but if you haven’t read the graphic novel by now, you’re pretty lame. Anyway, that event sets in motion the plot for the movie when Rorschach (who has been continuing to fight crime despite it now being a crime itself) comes to the conclusion that someone is, for some reason, plotting against the entire group. From there Rorschach attempts to gather the remaining Watchmen, Night Owl, Silk Specter, Ozymandias, and Doctor Manhattan (or as most people probably know him, The Naked Blue Guy) in order to defend themselves against this new menace. And then secret behind the scene plans are set forth, characters act upon new info and situations, and plot devices are uncovered. You know, the actual plot that I’m not going to spoil.

So now you know what’s going down, here’s how the production team pulled it off. The actors played their parts well, the effects team pulled of some pretty sweet visuals, and the writers and director managed to remain loyal to the source material. Though, that doesn’t mean there weren’t changes. First off, the ending is tweaked around a bit and some parts were left out. None of those bother me at all. This way the movie’s not just a word-for-word transcription on the comic (seriously, if it was actually that, I’d just read the comic), and the movie isn’t 5 hours long. Granted, it’s not like it’s a short flick, clocked in at 3 hours, but holy crap, it could’ve been a lot longer.

All of this comes together to create a fantastic final product that’s sure to please both fans and newcomers (hehe) alike. Though I believe that when watching this movie that you should keep in mind that it’s more of a companion to the comic than a stand-alone adaptation. I’ve heard of die-hard fans going to this movie knowing they’re going to hate it because it’s not exactly what the comic is. At the same time I can see people watching the movie having not read the graphic novel and not being able to fully appreciate the experience. On both accounts you really do need to remember that this is an adaptation.

As for me, I loved this movie. I’ve read the comic and I walked into the theater bearing the fact that this film would be an adaptation. I’m honestly not sure which movie is better, The Dark Knight or Watchmen. And anyone who knows me knows that that statement means a lot.

11/10