Dear well-aged citizens of the United States,
I am here to confront you about a very serious problem. A problem in which the youth of this nation cannot solve upon its own. A problem far greater than that of your World wars and Nuclear Crisis, which many of you proudly served in. I am talking about the crisis we now know as the Global Climate Change. Now, you may be thinking, “Won’t I be dead before any of this starts to affect us?” Yes, yes you probably will. However, what about your kids? And their kids? Do you truly want them to suffer for mistakes that which they had no part in? Don’t you care about them? If you don’t have any kids, who’s making you stay at a Nursery Home anyways? Yourself? If so, that seems a little helpless of you…So why not take this opportunity and show everyone that you can take care of not only yourself, but the whole world? If you do have kids, however you don’t share any feelings towards them, use this time as a chance to grab bragging rights!
Now, for those of you who haven’t left in the middle of this well-written speech, congratulations, you are now qualified to join a movement for the ages. Which is saying a lot actually, when you think about how many ages you’ve lived through. Unfortunately, you probably won’t live long enough to make a difference, but that’s okay, is the thought that counts. However, that’s a lie, because thoughts can’t save the world. But you can! So get your brittle bones moving and make healthy lifestyles for both you and the environment!
Now let’s start talking about ways to improve your lifestyle. First off, let’s talk about passing wind. It may be a disturbing place to start out, but don’t worry, it doesn’t get much better. Now don’t act like you don’t know you do it, we both know you do. So just because you claim you can’t hear it, doesn’t change the fact you’re releasing harmful methane gas into the o-zone. Let’s look at male-enchancement pills now. They may allow you to perform, but have you ever thought about what happens when they leave your body? They can enter the water system, not only killing the aquatic life that live there but affect everything that uses that water. Which is a lot. Including humans. Then that one disturbance will affect biomes all over the place, obliterating the delicate balance of nature. Moving on, let’s mention those little plates in your chest known as pacemakers. Do you really need them? Sure, they may keep your heart beating, but is that really worth all the materials and resources wasted to make them. Also, what about the researchers developing those things? They could work on more important things to, like finding a stop to Global Warming. It is on this note, I would like to close our little assembly. Thank you for your time, and hopefully with this information you can make the right choices in your life.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
WA6 Final Draft
My name is Llechtim. Don’t ask, my parents are Russian. Anyways, I came to the states three years ago to live the American Dream. 1095 days later and I’m struggling to meet month’s end everytime. My first year here I spent most of my time in a community college trying to get a degree in Fine Arts. That was going fine, until I realized my semester grade was roughly that which resembled a 6-year old attempting Calculus. Shortly after, I was dropped from the college. Yes, I was dropped from a community college, and most people I tell that to didn’t even know that could happen. By this time, I was really starting to doubt of any dream coming to fruition.
I managed to find a cheap apartment a few weeks after my release and I had to start searching for a job. However, I still couldn’t speak English too well, and no one really seemed to trust me. I decided to pick up urban art, otherwise known as graffiti. This was probably the cheapest and easiest way I was able to develop my artistic abilities. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m skilled, but I’ve received some accolades…along with some civil court appearances due to obstruction of public property.
One day though, I felt like my luck had changed. I saw the most beautiful thing beside one of my better pieces. Not a thing, like someone else’s work, rather another human. This came to quite a shock, because I had never seen someone at this particular site before. More interesting however, was how they carried themselves. She proudly stood tall, dressed in the most elaborate clothing money could buy. I wouldn’t be surprised if what she was wearing doubled my life earnings. It was quite a rare sight to see such a person admiring my work. Cautiously, I approached. In return, she turned around, startled by my appearance. And then, with a comforting tone asked if the work belonged to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, fearing she may have been part of some ‘Clean-up the City’ foundation, and I just stood there, dumbfounded. She then gave me a second looked, sized me up, placed a card in my front pocket and said “Call me.”
At the very least, one could say I was pleasantly surprised at the whole incident. Then again, if one knew what would happen in the future, one might not be so inclined to say so. I wasn’t too sure to call this new found friend, but I let curiosity get the better of me and decided to anyway. Our first conversation seemed to be going nice, it was one of those run of the mill, typical conversations. I also found out her name was Rachel, how sweet. After that, one thing led to another, and we started seeing each other more often. One time, she finally told me that her job was being an agent for modern artists. This was also the reason she was so interested in me at first. She was rather impressed with my sense of style, and if she could manage the presentation of my work, we might have something special. That was the beginning of my official art career.
To speed things up, things went well. After about two years, I was roughly making six figures for every piece of art. However, things started going a little rocky with my agent friend. A little word of advice, never get involved with someone with a law degree. You will never win an argument. Not to mention English was my second language. Anyways, it seemed as though the more success I had with my career, the worse things turned with Rachel. Things went pretty downhill from that.
Apparently, I signed a contract with Rachel. This particular contract was an end-client release form, and stated I gave up all rights to all of my pieces, if I was found unable to handle them. I personally thought I was capable, but Rachel did not. To make her point, she had me deported, by bringing light to unaccounted immigration documents. To say the least, that was the end of that.
After awhile back in Russia, I finally made enough money to make a trip back to America. Don’t ask me why I did it, I’m not really sure. Maybe it was to take another shot as an artist, maybe I still secretly wanted to see Rachel. Whatever the reason was, I decided to come back. And now here I am.
I managed to find a cheap apartment a few weeks after my release and I had to start searching for a job. However, I still couldn’t speak English too well, and no one really seemed to trust me. I decided to pick up urban art, otherwise known as graffiti. This was probably the cheapest and easiest way I was able to develop my artistic abilities. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m skilled, but I’ve received some accolades…along with some civil court appearances due to obstruction of public property.
One day though, I felt like my luck had changed. I saw the most beautiful thing beside one of my better pieces. Not a thing, like someone else’s work, rather another human. This came to quite a shock, because I had never seen someone at this particular site before. More interesting however, was how they carried themselves. She proudly stood tall, dressed in the most elaborate clothing money could buy. I wouldn’t be surprised if what she was wearing doubled my life earnings. It was quite a rare sight to see such a person admiring my work. Cautiously, I approached. In return, she turned around, startled by my appearance. And then, with a comforting tone asked if the work belonged to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, fearing she may have been part of some ‘Clean-up the City’ foundation, and I just stood there, dumbfounded. She then gave me a second looked, sized me up, placed a card in my front pocket and said “Call me.”
At the very least, one could say I was pleasantly surprised at the whole incident. Then again, if one knew what would happen in the future, one might not be so inclined to say so. I wasn’t too sure to call this new found friend, but I let curiosity get the better of me and decided to anyway. Our first conversation seemed to be going nice, it was one of those run of the mill, typical conversations. I also found out her name was Rachel, how sweet. After that, one thing led to another, and we started seeing each other more often. One time, she finally told me that her job was being an agent for modern artists. This was also the reason she was so interested in me at first. She was rather impressed with my sense of style, and if she could manage the presentation of my work, we might have something special. That was the beginning of my official art career.
To speed things up, things went well. After about two years, I was roughly making six figures for every piece of art. However, things started going a little rocky with my agent friend. A little word of advice, never get involved with someone with a law degree. You will never win an argument. Not to mention English was my second language. Anyways, it seemed as though the more success I had with my career, the worse things turned with Rachel. Things went pretty downhill from that.
Apparently, I signed a contract with Rachel. This particular contract was an end-client release form, and stated I gave up all rights to all of my pieces, if I was found unable to handle them. I personally thought I was capable, but Rachel did not. To make her point, she had me deported, by bringing light to unaccounted immigration documents. To say the least, that was the end of that.
After awhile back in Russia, I finally made enough money to make a trip back to America. Don’t ask me why I did it, I’m not really sure. Maybe it was to take another shot as an artist, maybe I still secretly wanted to see Rachel. Whatever the reason was, I decided to come back. And now here I am.
Monday, March 23, 2009
WA6 First Draft
My name is Llechtim. Don’t ask, my parents are Russian. Anyways, I came to the states three years ago to live the American Dream. 1095 days later and I’m struggling to meet month’s end everytime. My first year here I spent most of my time in a community college trying to get a degree in Fine Arts. That was going fine, until I realized my semester grade was a 27. Shortly then after, I was dropped from the college. Yes, I was dropped from a community college, and most people I tell that to didn’t even know that could happen. By this time, I was really starting to doubt of any dream coming to fruition.
I managed to find a cheap apartment a few weeks after my release and I had to start searching for a job. However, I still couldn’t speak English too well, and no one really seemed to trust me. I decided to pick up urban art, otherwise known as graffiti. This was probably the cheapest and easiest way I was able to develop my artistic abilities. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m skilled, but I’ve received some accolades…along with some civil court appearances due to obstruction of public property.
One day though, I felt like my luck had changed. I saw the most beautiful thing beside one of my better pieces. Not a thing, like someone else’s work, rather another human. This came to quite a shock, because I had never seen someone at this particular site before. More interesting however, was how they carried themselves. She proudly stood tall, dressed in the most elaborate clothing money could buy. I wouldn’t be surprised if what she was wearing doubled my life earnings. Now, I’m not trying to place titles amongst people, but it’s quite a rare sight to see such a person admiring my work. Cautiously, I approached. In return, she turned around, startled by my appearance. And then, with a comforting tone asked if the work belonged to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, fearing she may have been part of some ‘Clean-up the City’ foundation, and I just stood there, dumbfounded. She then gave me a second looked, sized me up, placed a card in my front pocket and said “Call me.”
I managed to find a cheap apartment a few weeks after my release and I had to start searching for a job. However, I still couldn’t speak English too well, and no one really seemed to trust me. I decided to pick up urban art, otherwise known as graffiti. This was probably the cheapest and easiest way I was able to develop my artistic abilities. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m skilled, but I’ve received some accolades…along with some civil court appearances due to obstruction of public property.
One day though, I felt like my luck had changed. I saw the most beautiful thing beside one of my better pieces. Not a thing, like someone else’s work, rather another human. This came to quite a shock, because I had never seen someone at this particular site before. More interesting however, was how they carried themselves. She proudly stood tall, dressed in the most elaborate clothing money could buy. I wouldn’t be surprised if what she was wearing doubled my life earnings. Now, I’m not trying to place titles amongst people, but it’s quite a rare sight to see such a person admiring my work. Cautiously, I approached. In return, she turned around, startled by my appearance. And then, with a comforting tone asked if the work belonged to me. I wasn’t sure how to respond, fearing she may have been part of some ‘Clean-up the City’ foundation, and I just stood there, dumbfounded. She then gave me a second looked, sized me up, placed a card in my front pocket and said “Call me.”
Monday, February 16, 2009
WA5 Wedding Perspective
Ah yes, weddings. These must be my favorite appearances. Crowds gather to hear two young lovers exchange their vows of affection for each other. The countless numbers of people ooo’ing and awe’ing at the sight of my golden beauty. Speaking of big crowds, it’s always a little disappointing to attend weddings with such a small number of witnesses. It would seem that the partners had less faith than most, not inviting more. Of course, they could claim they wanted to have a small wedding, but that’s probably just a cover up for the reduced cost. Also, less people would probably care when there's a divorce.
Some wonder why I shine such a negative light on what most consider such a holy and pure act of two beings joining together. Well, simply because I don’t agree with it. That, and I have witnessed centuries of failed attempts. You’d be amazed at how many people send in their once blessed bands to refineries. Some lack even that since of dignity and just pawn them, and that’s always a pain. Getting sold in the pawning market is always such a hassle.
Now let me continue back on to our immediate topic. Weddings are just such a shameful creation. They seem like an innocent and wonderful idea, but how can one have such hope in humans? How can one expect another to know which partner should take their hand, for the rest of their life? It’d seem to be an incredibly hard task if you ask me. And ponder this for awhile, what if someone does find their perfect match, but only after they wed another? Not only must they let their match go, but they’re scorned upon if they do show their love.
The longer I think about it, the more I just want this wedding to be over, so in the next few months, maybe the next few years, I can be set off into a refinery and casted into another band. Hopefully, it’ll be a Superbowl ring. No one ever wants to get rid of one of those. More likely than not however, I’ll be designed for another wedding. Maybe I’m wrong though. Maybe there is something more than just failed bondings of love. Maybe these “feelings” humans posses are strong enough to trouble through the hardships. What do I know after all, I’m just a ring.
Some wonder why I shine such a negative light on what most consider such a holy and pure act of two beings joining together. Well, simply because I don’t agree with it. That, and I have witnessed centuries of failed attempts. You’d be amazed at how many people send in their once blessed bands to refineries. Some lack even that since of dignity and just pawn them, and that’s always a pain. Getting sold in the pawning market is always such a hassle.
Now let me continue back on to our immediate topic. Weddings are just such a shameful creation. They seem like an innocent and wonderful idea, but how can one have such hope in humans? How can one expect another to know which partner should take their hand, for the rest of their life? It’d seem to be an incredibly hard task if you ask me. And ponder this for awhile, what if someone does find their perfect match, but only after they wed another? Not only must they let their match go, but they’re scorned upon if they do show their love.
The longer I think about it, the more I just want this wedding to be over, so in the next few months, maybe the next few years, I can be set off into a refinery and casted into another band. Hopefully, it’ll be a Superbowl ring. No one ever wants to get rid of one of those. More likely than not however, I’ll be designed for another wedding. Maybe I’m wrong though. Maybe there is something more than just failed bondings of love. Maybe these “feelings” humans posses are strong enough to trouble through the hardships. What do I know after all, I’m just a ring.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
WA4 Letter to Obama Draft 2
Dear President Obama,
The country has called upon you in a dark hour. The economy is struggling, the War on Terror consistently runs in to setbacks, and tensions around the world are set high. However, it is in this time of need when great men shine their brightest, and I am certain you are one of those great men.
One very important focus would obviously be the War on Terror. The cause of the war is just and noble, however the lack of efficiency and precision seem to hinder the purpose. I appreciate your efforts in attempting to make more direct effects in the war, and hopefully others will to. With you as president, hopefully the war will head in the right direction, and not just sit around waiting for something to happen from either side.
Another topic is the receding Economy. I realize that this problem will not be fixed over night, and I appreciate you for declaring that nationally. However, some just want a quick fix for themselves, not caring about the repercussions that would follow. I myself pray for such troubles not happen, and for people to support you and your plans for the rest of your term.
Lastly, I'd like to talk about Education. No doubt the education of America is important, but I don't believe there needs to be too many changes at this time. I appreciate you planning to get rid of some of the seemingly less important plans already installed to increase government spending efficiency. However, I believe not many other changes need to be made when there are more pressing matters at hand.
As the first minority ever elected as the President of the United States, all eyes will be watching you. The road ahead will not be without troubles. However, I believe in you and your ability to lead this country to a time of prosperity. I am hoping to see great things from you, our new President.
Thank you,
Andrew Haynes
The country has called upon you in a dark hour. The economy is struggling, the War on Terror consistently runs in to setbacks, and tensions around the world are set high. However, it is in this time of need when great men shine their brightest, and I am certain you are one of those great men.
One very important focus would obviously be the War on Terror. The cause of the war is just and noble, however the lack of efficiency and precision seem to hinder the purpose. I appreciate your efforts in attempting to make more direct effects in the war, and hopefully others will to. With you as president, hopefully the war will head in the right direction, and not just sit around waiting for something to happen from either side.
Another topic is the receding Economy. I realize that this problem will not be fixed over night, and I appreciate you for declaring that nationally. However, some just want a quick fix for themselves, not caring about the repercussions that would follow. I myself pray for such troubles not happen, and for people to support you and your plans for the rest of your term.
Lastly, I'd like to talk about Education. No doubt the education of America is important, but I don't believe there needs to be too many changes at this time. I appreciate you planning to get rid of some of the seemingly less important plans already installed to increase government spending efficiency. However, I believe not many other changes need to be made when there are more pressing matters at hand.
As the first minority ever elected as the President of the United States, all eyes will be watching you. The road ahead will not be without troubles. However, I believe in you and your ability to lead this country to a time of prosperity. I am hoping to see great things from you, our new President.
Thank you,
Andrew Haynes
Monday, January 19, 2009
WA4 Letter to Obama
Dear President Obama,
The country has called upon in a dark hour. The economy is struggling, the War on Terror consistently runs in to setbacks, and tensions around the world are set high. However, it is in this time of need when great men shine their brightest, and I am certain you are one of those great men.
One very important focus would obviously be the War on Terror. The cause of the war is just and noble, however the lack of efficiency and precision seem to hinder the purpose. I appreciate your efforts in attempting to make more direct effects in the war, and hopefully others will to. With you as president, hopefully the war will head in the right direction, and not just sit around waiting for something to happen from either side.
Another topic is the receding Economy. I realize that this problem will not be fixed over night, and I appreciate you for declaring that nationally. However, some just want a quick fix for themselves, not caring about the repercussions that would follow. I myself pray for such troubles not happen, and for people to support you and your plans for the rest of your term.
Lastly, I'd like to talk about Education. I currently believe that today's education may have some flaws, is suitable. It allows the students to take their learning experiences as far as they want. It is because of these reasons, that education, and other topics of the sort, shouldn't have their programs cut at all, but take a back seat in the terms of vast changes when more pressing matters are at hand.
As the first minority ever elected as the President of the United States, all eyes will be watching you. The road ahead will not be without troubles. However, I believe in you and your ability to lead this country to a time of prosperity. I am hoping to see great things from you, our new President.
Thank you,
Andrew Haynes
The country has called upon in a dark hour. The economy is struggling, the War on Terror consistently runs in to setbacks, and tensions around the world are set high. However, it is in this time of need when great men shine their brightest, and I am certain you are one of those great men.
One very important focus would obviously be the War on Terror. The cause of the war is just and noble, however the lack of efficiency and precision seem to hinder the purpose. I appreciate your efforts in attempting to make more direct effects in the war, and hopefully others will to. With you as president, hopefully the war will head in the right direction, and not just sit around waiting for something to happen from either side.
Another topic is the receding Economy. I realize that this problem will not be fixed over night, and I appreciate you for declaring that nationally. However, some just want a quick fix for themselves, not caring about the repercussions that would follow. I myself pray for such troubles not happen, and for people to support you and your plans for the rest of your term.
Lastly, I'd like to talk about Education. I currently believe that today's education may have some flaws, is suitable. It allows the students to take their learning experiences as far as they want. It is because of these reasons, that education, and other topics of the sort, shouldn't have their programs cut at all, but take a back seat in the terms of vast changes when more pressing matters are at hand.
As the first minority ever elected as the President of the United States, all eyes will be watching you. The road ahead will not be without troubles. However, I believe in you and your ability to lead this country to a time of prosperity. I am hoping to see great things from you, our new President.
Thank you,
Andrew Haynes
Sunday, December 7, 2008
WA3 Final Draft
What is peace?
Is it the smiles from a young couple,
As they watch a sunset together?
Maybe it's the mutual respect of two sport teams,
Competing in a friendly match.
Is it the tears falling from a mother's eye,
As she welcomes her son home from war?
Perhaps it's the sensation of love,
Emitted from a family dining together.
Could it be as subtle as flowers,
Being allowed to blossom unhindered?
Or is it something more immediate,
Such as a treaty declared between nations?
Is it a feeling one has,
Such as anger or happiness?
Or it a way we express emotions,
As a sign of gratitude and thanks?
Peace is what we make it,
And how far we will.
Is it the smiles from a young couple,
As they watch a sunset together?
Maybe it's the mutual respect of two sport teams,
Competing in a friendly match.
Is it the tears falling from a mother's eye,
As she welcomes her son home from war?
Perhaps it's the sensation of love,
Emitted from a family dining together.
Could it be as subtle as flowers,
Being allowed to blossom unhindered?
Or is it something more immediate,
Such as a treaty declared between nations?
Is it a feeling one has,
Such as anger or happiness?
Or it a way we express emotions,
As a sign of gratitude and thanks?
Peace is what we make it,
And how far we will.
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