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Presentation Evening Award SpeechGood evening ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, lads and lasses, chaps and chapettes. To be truthfully honest, I didn’t intend on doing a speech tonight. But after intense interrogation from my parents on as to why I wasn’t going to do one, I thought ‘let’s do it’. And so after few dozen modifications, adverbs, adjectival phrases, superlatives, verbs, a few cups of tea and a barking dog, I think I have concocted the most greatest speech I have ever, single-handedly I might add, created – and here it is.Presentation Evening Award Speech by Mattchewbackaar
No, I’m joking.
No, I cast my mind back to when I first came here at this school. I didn’t come here in year 7. In fact I came here in year 9. 2009, actually, in April. The 12th. At 8 o’clock. Yes, it was an emotional time for me; I had to mark the time down.
When I came here, though, I felt like an ant amongst mountains. I felt like an outcast. But that feeling didn’t last long. This ant found frien
Do We Already Know Everything?Do We Already Know Everything? by Mattchewbackaar
“To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.”
Before I begin, I want you to think really hard about one thing. How do you know how to read this? Better yet, how did you learn how to read this? Cast your mind back to nursery or reception, or, if you’re American, kindergarten. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you. That’d be bad if I did, considering the title is synonymous to memory and knowledge. Anyway—focus!
Cast your mind back to that period in time and really think about it. Think about the first few years in primary or elementary school and ask, “How did I actually learn English and Math(s).” Some Language Acquisition theorists, like Piaget and Vygotsky, would be screaming at the screen now. It’d be a mental tug-a-war with a side of grudging stares. Anyway, sidetracking, again.
How did you learn it? You simply looked at a board, at w
Being the Reader of Your Own StoryBeing the Reader of Your Own Story by Mattchewbackaar
“If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything.” ---- Win Borden
I’ve been wanting to touch up on this topic for quite some time and, as many times I’ve had brainwaves of it, I’ve never got around to doing it. It’s a fascinating topic—heck, it fascinates me. The title, too, should make this topic fascinating. A lot of fascination, I know. We are fanatics! The joys of fantastical fantasy—okay stopping.
As the title pompously denotes, I’ll be talking about ‘reading’ your own story… as you write it. But you’re sitting there, or standing, or hop-scotching and thinking ‘well, we read our stories anyway. It’s logic to look over it.’ Not in that sense, no. I’m talking about impromptu. You’re writing but you have no idea where it’s going and as you’re writing you’re reading it and as you
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
The warmth of too many bodies in one small room soothed my soul. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back against the couch, and took a slow, deep breath of oxygen.
"He never told me that! I thought he wanted to marry her-"
"-No, she wanted to finish college first, they split up."
"-Oh my God, reminds me, guys did you hear about Jesse? He dropped out, apparently he's rooming with some kleptomaniac crazy hippy-chick, dropped his cell plan too-and his mom can't even get a hold of him."
"Trevor is gay. He told me last month."
I opened my eyes and sat up straight, noticing the silence in the room. Then eve
Two HeartsTween the beats of my heart I feel a stirring
Within this skin a new soul is forming, unblurring
On the path of rebirth I feel the love inside purring
Here on the clouds of raptured bliss I see the strength of my soul
Every breath I take is two, the dance of life starts to make me whole
A wave of emotional and spiritual bliss reveals the light reveals my role
Reaching into the world I see the love again, a rebirth of my mind is control
This is what life is, not the scars and blisters festering in the deep black hole
Sparks will ignite the passion, you are own jailer, set yourself free and reject parole
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders