musings poetry 

Passenger [Poetry]

Sitting back relaxed Driving the wind tossing my hair 55 miles per hour smells of autumn leaves changing I feel these changes inside as I realize for once I am writing my story instead of watching it performed before my eyes. Movie plots run through my mind – what will they say of me when I am gone? Let me choose the actors – my leading man, my friends and enemies the drama and excitement – I will create my own chaos. The people I see day after day know…

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life rants 

Red Pens: Correct the Mistake

I am beyond upset.   I’ve been reading Glenn Beck’s book, Arguing With Idiots, and I always seem to get stuck on the Education chapter. I get sick to my stomach reading about the so-called “progressive education” system. One thing in particular that’s really got me livid is the whole “red pen” debacle. For those of you that do not know, a lot of teachers are no longer using red pens to grade papers; red is “too harsh” and instead they use “soothing colors like purple.” What the hell?! Soothing?!…

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