WWI Poetry


A while ago, we wrote a poem in class by combining various lines from other poems (“Dolce Est Decorum Est” – Wilfred Owen, “Break of Day in the Trenches” – Isaac Rosenberg, “The Conscript” – Wilfred Gibson, and “Dreamers” – Siegfried Sasson). The theme of all the poems was war because we just finished reading All Quiet on the Western Front

The final poem my group came up with was:

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

It seems, odd thing, you grin as you pass

Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,

Then suddenly I shudder as I see

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags,

And mocked by hopeless longing to regain

What do you see in our eyes

The torn fields of France.

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a story

Hello, hi, it’s been a while. My teacher wasn’t hounding us on February blog posts and I kind of fell behind. Some people in my class are falling in love with their blogs.

I am not. It feels like another diary. I used to keep them until I found out that my brother could pick the locks with a lead pencil. Stupid locks. For ages seven through ten, I tried to keep up and wrote daily. It was horrible. I had girly stickers and actually used the dictionary and thesaurus to find big words that my brother wouldn’t understand. He was two years older than me and also had equal access to those books and the internet.

I felt like I had to make up something kind of believable and interesting every day because he was reading it. I wrote fantastic stories. Love pentagons (five was my favorite number), gazillions of imaginary friends, wish lists, and rants about unicorns not being real. Anything to fill up the pages. The fake stuff I wrote in pink, sparkly, glitter pens, the kind with feathers on the end and glitter that rubbed off everywhere.

The real stuff I wrote in the margins with a 0.5 lead pencil as small as I could. I barely wrote anything real. My brother teased me and it was fine because it was all fake. I eventually got fed up with my books of lies and threw them away. The most exciting things were weekend trips, As on tests, and being in the last five of spelling bees.

Once, I brought home a tiny, little, hermit crab thing from the ocean. It was blue with an ugly shell. I had half a bucket full of ocean water and it lived in the kitchen until my dad came home from work and flushed it down the toilet where it eventually clogged up the drain and stunk up our bathroom and I got lectured and cried. Know what I wrote? OMG BEACH WITH GRANDPA SO MUCH FUN THERE’S STILL SAND EVERYWHERE!!!! (stars and smileys and swirlies)

I can’t make up fantastic stories here. It has to be real. Writing about reading and writing is boring. The most thrilling things that have happened to me in English class this year were not freaking out during a presentation, and sneakily double-doing a partner writing assignment because I felt it needed it and finishing before class ended (which was busy work and never got graded). We do watch movies occasionally in class and that’s fun but how do I blog about that? “Oh, I think it was cool and here’s my short version of plot summary from Wikipedia.” No. It’s like stating “the sky is blue” in as many different ways as you can and it will never be interesting.

I have a prayer notebook because I’m Catholic and reciting words make me feel like a robot and my mind wanders into crazy, extremely, inappropriate territory. I pray because I have to even though it feels fake sometimes.

Here’s one of my entries: God, I hate.

And that’s it. He’s all-knowing and there’s no crazy explosion of feelings and word-vomit. My handwriting says everything else that I need to say. I can write with all the fingers of my right hand (pointer-thumb, middle-thumb, ring-thumb, pointer-middle-thumb, pointer-middle-ring-thumb, pointer-middle-ring-pinky-thumb, pointer-middle, pointer-middle-thumb, middle-ring-pinky, and that’s all of them I counted with a pencil). I switch with feelings. Annoyed is pointer-thumb. Really, really, really angry is pointer-middle-ring-pinky-thumb (to prevent fingernail cuts). Lazy is pointer-thumb. Happy is pointer-middle-thumb. Perfectionist neat is also pointer-middle-thumb. I’ve been doing this since I could write. Each position I hold the pen and each speed I write make a different handwriting. Sometimes I switch to cursive which basically has three variations: fancy-looking slanty, normal and neat, and wide and curly. I mostly use my perfectionist neat or lazy. My notes are interesting to look at because I switch fingers to emphasize.

I have several story journals that are embarrassingly all over the place. I typically write prologue, end, end part of middle, then beginning, middle part of middle, and lastly beginning part of middle. Handwriting switches everywhere too. Intro is a must, the end is easier than the climax, climax to get it over with, back to the beginning for foreshadowing and character loving, and then middle to glue everything together. Plus revisions in highlighter. I rewrite the whole thing with more subtle handwriting hints that are all lost typed up. I could be anyone. It’s a pain to type. Word docs are okay because of multiple fonts, sizes, glow, highlight, outline, etc. I don’t have that here. I do publish some of my stuff online but I don’t delete stuff. On ffnet, AO3, dreamwidth, and other sites, I have different names. There’s stuff I posted in sixth grade that I’m really ashamed of but all those adjectives are kind of cute and, wow, I couldn’t spell weird, did I forget spell check or did I turn it off because it zigzagged my Mary-Sueish names?

I don’t hate blogging. It’s for school and it’s annoying and I’m doing this at like two am because I’m really behind and I’m also waiting for my laundry because I suck and procrastinated on that too. I’m really tired and this is what I call word vomit but I need to post this before I sleep. And by the way, bolds, italics, and underlines aren’t dramatic enough for what it does look like on this draft. You don’t get to see a picture of it because I like trees and this is written on top of old chem homework in blue highlighter that I didn’t do spectacular on.

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Idea Dispenser

Remember that post I did a while back on the humans vs zombies game? It isn’t working out so well (at all). A Nerf gun costs around thirty dollars, not including the cost of refills. There are around three thousand students and it’s impossible to think we could raise that much money plus the cost of everything else in just a few months.

We tried keeping it but at a smaller scale, but that isn’t educational at all. Schoolwide, it could be a learning and bonding experience (please don’t ask me to elaborate on this) but with our class and maybe another on just one day… If we can’t make it a week long and leading up to the Baron Games then we can’t call it school spirit. Students would want to participate but the teachers wouldn’t.

On mish-mash day, my teacher mentioned an idea dispenser for an assignment. Our group needed a new innovation project and he approved it so that’s what we’re doing now. We’re going to fundraise for the machine which costs $160.99 + $50.65 shipping from amazon and a hundred empty capsules which cost $20.20. The total is $231.84. After that we’re going to brainstorm for ideas to put inside them, decide how many repeats we can have, and put them inside. The final step will be putting the idea dispenser into our English classroom and hoping that the first few ideas that pop out will be amazing.Image

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A Finger Slip

Look at this.

It’s called a fan fiction. Fanfic or fic for short.

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We did a fun assignment in class. My teacher called it mish-mash and we had four options: to make a unique blog post, to design a homework assignment so that students will want to do it, to doodle around an everyday object (inspired by Javier Perez, his instagram is cintascotch), or to think up ideas to put in a 50 cents toy dispenser idea/innovation machine.

I chose the third one. I doodled around a white-out tape. I spun it and when it stopped, I drew around it. So I came up with a butterfly, dead fish, and bird. The butterfly was my first and not at all impressive so I drew two more. Three’s a nice number.

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I’m over halfway done with A Tale of Two Cities and I can honestly say it isn’t as bad as I was expecting.

There are way too many flowery adjectives and descriptions that allude to other things that I have to look up to get that aha-moment (Jerry Cruncher = Jesus Christ). If I cut out all the adjectives, I can basically summarize an entire chapter in two or three sentences. The stuff we analyzed in class made me not want to read it because every single unnecessary word that I cut out in my notes had some greater meaning. Plus punctuation. Those super long sentences aren’t really run-ons – the commas, dashes, semicolons, and colons just show how everything’s connected.

But if I read it myself, willingly (procrastinating on chemistry homework, which I think is ten times worse), the book’s good. I read all of book two in one go. It was interesting and I liked it. I liked reading chapters twelve and thirteen. I like Mr. Carton and I laugh at Mr. Stryver. I don’t like Lucie much. Why is everyone chasing after her? She’s very perfect.

Discussion and analysis in class and I hate it again. I write down the stuff we say in discussion because it’s going to be on the test, google the connections I should be making and comparing to what I do get on my own. Luckily, it’s partly Bible stuff (heaven, hell, resurrection), and mostly mythology (which I used to be genuinely interested in and also had a summer reading assignment on Mythology by Edith Hamilton). What’s left is historical events that I’m sort of learning in history right now so it’s not too bad.

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(1) Learning How to Laugh


Learning How to Laugh 
— a fairy tale inspired RotG fic —
c  h  a  p  t  e  r    o  n  e


The Nightmare Queen is very much enjoying her stay at the Bunnymund Castle. The shock finally seems to be wearing off of the princess and Koz feels more powerful that she has in a while. The amount of terror emanating off the girl seems endless. She’s been feeding for hours now and she’s beginning to lose control of the shadows. She’s never gotten such a power boost from one person before. Continue reading

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