okay.
this is my dilema.
i wrote my last blog post ever today during class and i noticed that i only have 6 blogs. SIX PEOPLE.
so i decided to make this one my last. and for it to be friggin amazinnggg.
MY FAVORITES OF THIS SEMESTER:
[america is a movie presentations]: mean girls by taylor eveland
[essay in course reader]: benjamin franklin
[field trip]: oh, yeah we only had one.
[substitute]: mr. m-w, even though we had to take a timed writing that day...
[favorite powerpoint]: literary term of the day -- #1
[favorite argument]: kolin and peter, 1st quarter.
[favorite essay in 1st quarter]: kyla's about teen pregnancy or peter's voltaire essay.
[teacher]: kunk...even though he didn't bring gus. (his real name is august by the way)
now i am done. after two quarters of possible hell, i am done -- and i loved every minute of it.
Monday, March 22, 2010
[cue chariots of fire music]
it has been a long journey (pause for dramatic affect)
of advanced placement english and composition.
i have learned many of things -- from john edwards biting my leg off,
to malerie babb stating an original argument, from mean girls, to gran turino.
in the grand scheme of things, i feel as though, i am well learned.
i haven't gotten the best of grades on my long, mundane papers,
but i have gotten the greatest understanding of how they are supposed to be done.
i haven't understood everything toni morrison was supposed to be telling me,
but i have gained another way to understand books, and look at them as if it was a fish-bowl.
i haven't learned the whole thesaurus trying to find better words to make my writing more piquant,
but i have come close (:
i haven't done everything i was supposed to do (cough, annotations.),
but i have read the endless amounts of essays that may not have anything to do with college, but it will only help me read the really boring stuff later on.
i haven't always listened to boring lectures,
but i can tell you i wasn't texting on my phone.
i haven't always kept up with blogging,
but i have gained an understand from other kids in the class from reading their blogs.
ALL in ALL-
advanced placement composition was amazing. i loved it.
for the record- i got a 33 on my reading portion on the ACT---all thanks to mary rowlandson, godess of writing.
with peace & love (:
of advanced placement english and composition.
i have learned many of things -- from john edwards biting my leg off,
to malerie babb stating an original argument, from mean girls, to gran turino.
in the grand scheme of things, i feel as though, i am well learned.
i haven't gotten the best of grades on my long, mundane papers,
but i have gotten the greatest understanding of how they are supposed to be done.
i haven't understood everything toni morrison was supposed to be telling me,
but i have gained another way to understand books, and look at them as if it was a fish-bowl.
i haven't learned the whole thesaurus trying to find better words to make my writing more piquant,
but i have come close (:
i haven't done everything i was supposed to do (cough, annotations.),
but i have read the endless amounts of essays that may not have anything to do with college, but it will only help me read the really boring stuff later on.
i haven't always listened to boring lectures,
but i can tell you i wasn't texting on my phone.
i haven't always kept up with blogging,
but i have gained an understand from other kids in the class from reading their blogs.
ALL in ALL-
advanced placement composition was amazing. i loved it.
for the record- i got a 33 on my reading portion on the ACT---all thanks to mary rowlandson, godess of writing.
with peace & love (:
karin eating turkey leg...eek.
(wonderful photo courtesy of the world wide web & mmoca)
While i was browsing all the hidden meanings of life, as portrayed through Apple Pie at MMOCA, i decided that instead of looking, let the picture find me. yep, it grasped me by the tiny wrists. so let me tell you about the photo & what i took from observing this with my fingers to my chin for a good ten minutes:
picture: Man Eating Turkey Leg (cibachrome print)
taken: Walt Disney World
artist: Greta Pratt in 1999
I understand from this picture that the figure on the left (guy chewing turkey leg) is thinking 'i am better than you, so take that (takes a bite of leg). It kind of leaves an aftertaste of John Smith's work in our course reader earlier this term. John Smith writes about being better, stronger, smarter, ecetera. Also, i find this very weird that he is taking such a huge bite out of this leg, but also seeminly judging the statue of this handsome Native American. I feel as if this is EXACTLY what America is. America is so judgemental of everyone that is unlike themselves, as if we have not put enough prejudices over Native Americans already, this picture pretty much sums it up. Eugenics now-a-days, are still present about people that aren't of a superior pure and white race. This picture is the absolute epitome of American culture as we see it today...sad, but very true. I think that the voices that should be in this picture, are in this picture. You have the white male figure, who seems about 65-75 years old, you can only imagine what kind of lifestyle that he has grown up to know about placing prejudices on other races/ethnicities.As far as the statue goes, this is a perfect example of how Americanization has worked its way into every culture that is here in America. The Native American voices are saying, 'look at this, this is how we've been treated since englishman have got here', to them we are putty that they can just sculpt into whatever they want. even though we were here first.
ironically, on thanksgiving with puritans and native americans, they shared one thing in common...turkey legs.
with peace and love (:
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
the karin baby in the hansen house
this story shaped my weather morals:
my parents are super annoying during bad weather. as the old saying goes, children get giddy when bad weather is supposed to happen. Well my parents tell us otherwise, and here i go:
it was a hot, muggy day in st. james wisconsin. my dad was twenty years of age. he absolutely hates dogs, so that's what makes this story kind of funny. he was driving his sisters home from school when one day tufts (their dog) started going balistic( i.e. running around in circles, peeing on the shag carpeting on the car floor, and drooling like a rabies infected rodent) and a gust of cold wind pushed my dad's car over. and all of the sudden he and his sisters look up from the dying dog and see a huge ass tornado, just about ready to destroy the town ahead. they whip a donut and speed back to the last town. there, they found refuge in a Happy Chef basement and stayed until the storm passed, dog shivering and peeing the whole time.
moral of the story: WATCH YOUR PETS DURING THE DAY, THEY KNOW WHEN BAD WEATHER IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN (:
scary. i know. so now everytime my family checks the weather report they tell the kids to watch the dog the whole day.
sorry happy chef i don't know you.
my parents are super annoying during bad weather. as the old saying goes, children get giddy when bad weather is supposed to happen. Well my parents tell us otherwise, and here i go:
it was a hot, muggy day in st. james wisconsin. my dad was twenty years of age. he absolutely hates dogs, so that's what makes this story kind of funny. he was driving his sisters home from school when one day tufts (their dog) started going balistic( i.e. running around in circles, peeing on the shag carpeting on the car floor, and drooling like a rabies infected rodent) and a gust of cold wind pushed my dad's car over. and all of the sudden he and his sisters look up from the dying dog and see a huge ass tornado, just about ready to destroy the town ahead. they whip a donut and speed back to the last town. there, they found refuge in a Happy Chef basement and stayed until the storm passed, dog shivering and peeing the whole time.
moral of the story: WATCH YOUR PETS DURING THE DAY, THEY KNOW WHEN BAD WEATHER IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN (:
scary. i know. so now everytime my family checks the weather report they tell the kids to watch the dog the whole day.
sorry happy chef i don't know you.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
thoreau, you are bad ass.
thoreau, you are a bad ass
a poem by karin hansen
thoreau you think your're a bad ass...
but your're not.
thoreau you think laws are unjust...
but your screaming unjustice over the justice system. hmm...
thoreau, everybody pays the poll tax...
except for your selfish self.
thoreau you got thrown in jail...
haha that's pathetic.
thoreau you wrote "civil disobediance" so you could change the way people look at government...
but your changing yourself.
thoreau you think the government is a machine...
well no shit sherlock, the government has to be a machine, we are holding dumb asses like yourself in our borders, so we have to get money to keep you guys under control. without being a machine, our country would fall to pieces.
thoreau, no harsh feelings...
you just made a simple mistake...breaking the law.
yeah, people break laws all the time...
they are now in jail for life, have a revoked license, or waiting on death row.
thoreau, you think you're a bad ass...
but you are not.
a poem by karin hansen
thoreau you think your're a bad ass...
but your're not.
thoreau you think laws are unjust...
but your screaming unjustice over the justice system. hmm...
thoreau, everybody pays the poll tax...
except for your selfish self.
thoreau you got thrown in jail...
haha that's pathetic.
thoreau you wrote "civil disobediance" so you could change the way people look at government...
but your changing yourself.
thoreau you think the government is a machine...
well no shit sherlock, the government has to be a machine, we are holding dumb asses like yourself in our borders, so we have to get money to keep you guys under control. without being a machine, our country would fall to pieces.
thoreau, no harsh feelings...
you just made a simple mistake...breaking the law.
yeah, people break laws all the time...
they are now in jail for life, have a revoked license, or waiting on death row.
thoreau, you think you're a bad ass...
but you are not.
golf. what, what?
hello everyone. it is a lovely day in mcfarland. there is only one thing that could possibly make it better. a poem by me. don't worry, i'm not flattering myself.
i HEAR the golf course singing, the varied courses in the 608.
Those of difficulty, of leisure and of doom -- each one different from eachother, as it should be.
The yahara singing hers, as she plays her fairways wide, and her greens ever so shrinking over time -- she owns the target practice. practice makes perfect.
The monona screeches hers, as the water around her par 3's engulfs the 1/2 island green -- she owns you, throwing what you have into the water.
trappers turn croons her song, as her fairways are ever so narrow, and her blind shots are appauling -- she owns the trees, which own the glasses to your blindness.
chula vista chants her song, as her scottish dunes make one feel as if shes playing the british open -- she owns the hills in which screw you over when your drive is not straight.
stoughton country club screams her hoity-toity song, as her grounds are large, and are filled with difficulty -- she owns your golf clubs after they break in frusteration.
odana whispers her easy little song, so that we can shoot around par -- no comment.
Singing, with public availiability, their difficult or not-so-difficult, melodius songs.
i HEAR the golf course singing, the varied courses in the 608.
Those of difficulty, of leisure and of doom -- each one different from eachother, as it should be.
The yahara singing hers, as she plays her fairways wide, and her greens ever so shrinking over time -- she owns the target practice. practice makes perfect.
The monona screeches hers, as the water around her par 3's engulfs the 1/2 island green -- she owns you, throwing what you have into the water.
trappers turn croons her song, as her fairways are ever so narrow, and her blind shots are appauling -- she owns the trees, which own the glasses to your blindness.
chula vista chants her song, as her scottish dunes make one feel as if shes playing the british open -- she owns the hills in which screw you over when your drive is not straight.
stoughton country club screams her hoity-toity song, as her grounds are large, and are filled with difficulty -- she owns your golf clubs after they break in frusteration.
odana whispers her easy little song, so that we can shoot around par -- no comment.
Singing, with public availiability, their difficult or not-so-difficult, melodius songs.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
francis, FRANCIS...LISTEN TO ME KUNK!
dear anonymous-
i am a little disappointed that you keep putting off the F. SCOTT FITZGERALD bio movie.
4th block's type of fun = anything to get us away from annotating raunchy essay's.
mr. anonymous type of fun = anything to get us away from watching biographies.
if you are out there..can we watch movies now?
thannkkkss...
anyway though i've really been enjoying all this work lately. gatsby, civil disobediance, and self reliance....I THINK these guys can all give us a new perspective on what our outlooks should be. Thanks kunk!
with peace & love (:
i am a little disappointed that you keep putting off the F. SCOTT FITZGERALD bio movie.
4th block's type of fun = anything to get us away from annotating raunchy essay's.
mr. anonymous type of fun = anything to get us away from watching biographies.
if you are out there..can we watch movies now?
thannkkkss...
anyway though i've really been enjoying all this work lately. gatsby, civil disobediance, and self reliance....I THINK these guys can all give us a new perspective on what our outlooks should be. Thanks kunk!
with peace & love (:
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