What I learned at State.
Sunny SUNY Potsdam.
P-dam
Red Brick Hell
Satan's asshole.
Whatever name you know it by, it's where I spent my freshman year of college. All my good writing and thinking was done in The INfamous Stairway to Nowhere; Where writings were made and sculpted and nearly perfected.
Those not so perfect writings were done in my first class ever, first thing 9AM. Thank you Dr. Levitt. Look kids, if you go to SUNY or are planning on going, avoid this bitch. YOu might recognize the name if you're from around here. That's because it is the name of a ROAD in Potsdam and also the name of the computer wing at SUNY. Anyone else wonder how this bitch got her job? Regardless, she's horrid and unfair and just a total bitch. NO, I didn't fail her class, I did rather well, but TRUST ME, I am not one of those people who bases opinions of teachers on how well I did. I did well even though she sucks. Period. Comp 101 is the clas by the way all. Avoid her at all costs. But regardless, the following writngs came from 9AM three or four days of the week in the fall of 2001 which saw relationships crumble as often as buildings. Gone but not forgotten.
Poem one was an interesting project. We had all written journal entries and were told to take our FAVORITE line from said entries and write them on the board. Once all 22 of us had written our favorite lines, we were told to take those lines and make something using them. This is what I wrote from the lines brought out of the mad mad minds of Jenna (Anarchy girl), Mike Vedric (You might know Croban), Jesse Bonanno (The Bananna, but don't call him that, because his family is the mob*), Aimee (the biggest lesbian bitch I met my freshman year) and Myself (Anarchy boy). Enjoy.
*No shit, Jesse's family REALLY IS the big fucking mob boys. Anyone know Joseph Bonanno? Google THAT shit!
10/2/01 Stray, Vanish, and Return
13 I tend to think
15 it's weird how you can
03 possibly feel crowded
12 if you never walk close enough.
05 With an open mind
22 set an example and,
04 though you might be dying,
01 try to walk the way they walk.
07 Maybe he feels
11 these small things,
09 all the parts of life,
10 form in our heads.
20 How hard it is
02 I do not fully understand
21 and yet I wonder "how else
17 can you possibly land?"
16 However it is really easy to see
18 these small moments
08 will stay the same,
06 you can't help it.
14 As proof of the fact
19 I feel uplifted.
I'm unsure which line is mine. I think 12 might be. Regardless, I kind of dig that one. Nice and open for interpretation, just like me. :)
The next one was a journal entry/freestyle poem. We were told to say what was stressing us out. We were given ten minutes and then told to read them aloud. I can remember Jenna and I just blowing the class away. We sat next to each other that day and she read this deep amazing essay on how she feels stressed over everything, little and big, and how deeply it touched and effected her. Then it was my turn.
10/11/01 I can't take it.
I'm stressed about sex,
kids,
STD's,
and AIDS.
College,
classes,
books,
and grades.
I'm stressed about parents,
fathers,
mothers,
and abuse.
Alcoholism,
addiction,
drugs,
and tobacco use.
I'm stressed about God,
Church,
faith,
and religion.
Growing up,
family,
houses,
and town we'll live in.
I'm stressed about hate,
love,
friends,
and enemies.
Corruption,
Self Interests,
ignorance,
and greed,
I'm stressed about war,
bombs,
attacks,
and armies.
Sickness,
health,
plague,
and disease.
I'm stressed about addition,
subtracton,
multiplication,
and division.
Agression,
loathing,
fear,
and competition.
I'm stressed about girlfriends,
wannabes,
women,
and dates.
Fiance's,
wives,
loves,
and Soul Mates.
I'm stressed about hiding,
repression,
masks,
and walls.
Stereotypes,
stupidity,
foolishness,
and bathroom stalls.
I'm stressed about name calling,
finger pointing,
racism,
and racial slurs.
Us,
them,
him,
and her.
I'm stressed about my life,
my worth,
my future,
and my timing.
This poem,
the last two lines,
penmanship,
and ryhming.
I'm stressed abot finalism,
afterlife,
my soul,
and eternity.
Heaven,
Hell,
limbo,
and what's to become of me.
I'm stressed about my clothes,
my haircut,
my style,
and my looks.
Thieves,
bandits,
criminals,
and crooks.
I'm stressed about the world,
I'm stressed about stress itself,
I'm stressed about helping,
and I'm stressed about myself.
(The rhyme scheme is easier to get when read aloud, but it's every 4th line for those who missed it.)
When I finished reading, I got met with silence until Jesse asked from across the room "Bathroom stalls"? My response was to read him the lines again.
Stereotypes, stupidity, foolishness, and bathroom stalls.
I'm stressed about name calling, finger pointing, racism, and racial slurs.
Where else do you see MORE stereotypes, racism, and racial slurs then in a bathroom stall?
That earned me my silence. I liked that.
Number three was just an assignment about how to use letters in a hidden way to throw out side messages. I read mine aloud and Levitt told me that she thought I "missed the point of the excersise, it was not about rhyme". I told her I think I nailed the point so well that she "missed my usage because the ryhme scheme was so flawless". When she told me no, I handed her the paper I had written it on, and she was forced to concede that I had indeed nailed the assignment. So pay attention to capital letters kids. I'll make it easy.
if it's a SIN to be SINGle then i'm burning in hell.
if it's a FAULT to FAULTer then it's just as well
'cause when this ONE comes undONE then we'll see the truth
that when the CAPE gets to esCAPE there will be no proof
of the BODy so emBODied in the walls of his fear
and the MAN eMANcipated who will soon disappear.
Short but to the point. Like me (my stature). If you like that then you might just like me. She didn't like it. I came THIS close to caring.
Any thoughts?
P-dam
Red Brick Hell
Satan's asshole.
Whatever name you know it by, it's where I spent my freshman year of college. All my good writing and thinking was done in The INfamous Stairway to Nowhere; Where writings were made and sculpted and nearly perfected.
Those not so perfect writings were done in my first class ever, first thing 9AM. Thank you Dr. Levitt. Look kids, if you go to SUNY or are planning on going, avoid this bitch. YOu might recognize the name if you're from around here. That's because it is the name of a ROAD in Potsdam and also the name of the computer wing at SUNY. Anyone else wonder how this bitch got her job? Regardless, she's horrid and unfair and just a total bitch. NO, I didn't fail her class, I did rather well, but TRUST ME, I am not one of those people who bases opinions of teachers on how well I did. I did well even though she sucks. Period. Comp 101 is the clas by the way all. Avoid her at all costs. But regardless, the following writngs came from 9AM three or four days of the week in the fall of 2001 which saw relationships crumble as often as buildings. Gone but not forgotten.
Poem one was an interesting project. We had all written journal entries and were told to take our FAVORITE line from said entries and write them on the board. Once all 22 of us had written our favorite lines, we were told to take those lines and make something using them. This is what I wrote from the lines brought out of the mad mad minds of Jenna (Anarchy girl), Mike Vedric (You might know Croban), Jesse Bonanno (The Bananna, but don't call him that, because his family is the mob*), Aimee (the biggest lesbian bitch I met my freshman year) and Myself (Anarchy boy). Enjoy.
*No shit, Jesse's family REALLY IS the big fucking mob boys. Anyone know Joseph Bonanno? Google THAT shit!
10/2/01 Stray, Vanish, and Return
13 I tend to think
15 it's weird how you can
03 possibly feel crowded
12 if you never walk close enough.
05 With an open mind
22 set an example and,
04 though you might be dying,
01 try to walk the way they walk.
07 Maybe he feels
11 these small things,
09 all the parts of life,
10 form in our heads.
20 How hard it is
02 I do not fully understand
21 and yet I wonder "how else
17 can you possibly land?"
16 However it is really easy to see
18 these small moments
08 will stay the same,
06 you can't help it.
14 As proof of the fact
19 I feel uplifted.
I'm unsure which line is mine. I think 12 might be. Regardless, I kind of dig that one. Nice and open for interpretation, just like me. :)
The next one was a journal entry/freestyle poem. We were told to say what was stressing us out. We were given ten minutes and then told to read them aloud. I can remember Jenna and I just blowing the class away. We sat next to each other that day and she read this deep amazing essay on how she feels stressed over everything, little and big, and how deeply it touched and effected her. Then it was my turn.
10/11/01 I can't take it.
I'm stressed about sex,
kids,
STD's,
and AIDS.
College,
classes,
books,
and grades.
I'm stressed about parents,
fathers,
mothers,
and abuse.
Alcoholism,
addiction,
drugs,
and tobacco use.
I'm stressed about God,
Church,
faith,
and religion.
Growing up,
family,
houses,
and town we'll live in.
I'm stressed about hate,
love,
friends,
and enemies.
Corruption,
Self Interests,
ignorance,
and greed,
I'm stressed about war,
bombs,
attacks,
and armies.
Sickness,
health,
plague,
and disease.
I'm stressed about addition,
subtracton,
multiplication,
and division.
Agression,
loathing,
fear,
and competition.
I'm stressed about girlfriends,
wannabes,
women,
and dates.
Fiance's,
wives,
loves,
and Soul Mates.
I'm stressed about hiding,
repression,
masks,
and walls.
Stereotypes,
stupidity,
foolishness,
and bathroom stalls.
I'm stressed about name calling,
finger pointing,
racism,
and racial slurs.
Us,
them,
him,
and her.
I'm stressed about my life,
my worth,
my future,
and my timing.
This poem,
the last two lines,
penmanship,
and ryhming.
I'm stressed abot finalism,
afterlife,
my soul,
and eternity.
Heaven,
Hell,
limbo,
and what's to become of me.
I'm stressed about my clothes,
my haircut,
my style,
and my looks.
Thieves,
bandits,
criminals,
and crooks.
I'm stressed about the world,
I'm stressed about stress itself,
I'm stressed about helping,
and I'm stressed about myself.
(The rhyme scheme is easier to get when read aloud, but it's every 4th line for those who missed it.)
When I finished reading, I got met with silence until Jesse asked from across the room "Bathroom stalls"? My response was to read him the lines again.
Stereotypes, stupidity, foolishness, and bathroom stalls.
I'm stressed about name calling, finger pointing, racism, and racial slurs.
Where else do you see MORE stereotypes, racism, and racial slurs then in a bathroom stall?
That earned me my silence. I liked that.
Number three was just an assignment about how to use letters in a hidden way to throw out side messages. I read mine aloud and Levitt told me that she thought I "missed the point of the excersise, it was not about rhyme". I told her I think I nailed the point so well that she "missed my usage because the ryhme scheme was so flawless". When she told me no, I handed her the paper I had written it on, and she was forced to concede that I had indeed nailed the assignment. So pay attention to capital letters kids. I'll make it easy.
if it's a SIN to be SINGle then i'm burning in hell.
if it's a FAULT to FAULTer then it's just as well
'cause when this ONE comes undONE then we'll see the truth
that when the CAPE gets to esCAPE there will be no proof
of the BODy so emBODied in the walls of his fear
and the MAN eMANcipated who will soon disappear.
Short but to the point. Like me (my stature). If you like that then you might just like me. She didn't like it. I came THIS close to caring.
Any thoughts?