4000 Views!


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Thanks to all of my wonderful blog readers, without whom I would never have reached 4000 blog views!

It means a lot!

 

Thanks!

LinLaB7

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Second Semester Schedule Change Rant


There’s a new schedule that the administration is going to implement this semester. In this rant, I am going to bring up many points and arguments debating the change.

For one, the student body is not being represented in their process. What I mean is, in order for something to be done that will better the student body as a whole, a wide variety of students out of the student body need to be represented. A council including people from all grades, social statuses, family situations, grade standings, and cultural backgrounds should be at the meetings that the staff are having. There needs to be diversity.

The staff cannot base its “intervention”, if you will, solely on the fact that students are doing worse than they have in previous years. It may be true that there are more people with bad grades, but there are lots of things that factor into a student’s grade output. Continue reading

The Playground


The Playground

  When I first saw the playground from afar, I realized how exciting it was. It was so beautiful and shiny. The slide was so tall! The sandboxes so deep! A child’s paradise! Oh how I wanted to set foot on that playground! I saw it, and I knew, I just knew, that I would claim it as mine someday.

I craved this playground because of the joy it brought to me in my dreams. I dreamt of this playground many nights. The dreams were usually vivid and I could remember them after waking up.

In one of my dreams, I grabbed on to the sparkly surface of the monkey bars and I just hung there, without a care in the world. I enjoyed the feeling of blood rushing to my head after hanging upside-down for a while. I always went to the monkey bars on the playground in my dreams. I could’ve stayed on them forever, in that state of bliss and carelessness.

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The Riddler Has Escaped Again


Yes, believe it or not, the Riddler has escaped from Arkham Asylum again and has hacked my WordPress account only to make a poem. Mawhaha!

 

A Riddle of Riddles

A riddle of riddles is a riddle of this,

If you’re not careful, vital parts you’ll miss.

Jump 3 to the north and 3 to the east,

If you don’t notice, you’ll laugh, at least.

I sat in the corner like a mouse of dust,

as my mind began to riddle, it must!

It must

It might

It shall 

It may

That my short riddle is told today.

A riddle of sorts, but really, not quite,

but if the dark does give you a fright,

then flush out the curious cat in the room

and the elephant’s fate is one of doom.

Woa to the ignorant child’s faint cries,

for every night, someone’s dream dies.

A dream

A life 

Almost the same,

and if not known, don’t show your shame.

A riddle of riddles is a riddle of mine,

it must not be told in one single line.

So here I stand and here I lay,

and kids do come up here to play.

A place soft and warm and inviting to you,

a place short of many a shoe.

I’ll give you a hint and one at that,

Otherwise this riddle is merely flat,

A monkey can’t jump due to doctors orders,

because otherwise, you’d cross all the boarders.

You think you’ve got it, you do, you do?

Then give me the word and I’ll let you through.

To the other side?

Past the river Styx?

You’ll never know lest you count to six.

So this riddle of mine is confusing to you?

I’m pleased to announce I’m done and through.

So goodnight Gotham City, Batman and all,

because right now you feel so small.

Small because you’ve played sadly your fiddle,

and ha! you cannot figure my riddle!

 

¿The Riddler?

(LinLaB7)

Dreams… Crushed (Well Sorta)


A long time ago I was searching for a weekly poem. I stumbled upon a site called poem.com and I saw that they were having a poetry contest. “Why not?” I had thought and posted “The Seed”. (See my weekly poems category and look up The Seed) So yesterday, I asked mom if I got any mail. Guess who it was from? Poem.com telling me that I was one of their finalists and that I get my poem published in a real book. A real book that real people would read. I also have a chance to win “one of many prizes”. So I looked this sight up on google to see if it was a reliable and legit competition that I had won. It turns out that practically everyone who enters a poem gets sent a letter like I did. So guess what? I’m pretty sure it’s fake. So thanks for ruining my dreams of getting my poems published in a real book Poem.com. You guys suck. I’m sending in the form anyway, there’s just no money. You guts don’t get my money. I fricken gave you my poem for free! When “Stars of our Hearts” is published, I’m going to march into Barnes and Noble and see for myself if I was scammed or not. So in March, we’ll see. We’ll all see.

From the annoyed constructor of this sight,
LinLaB7 :/