"My father used to say that it is never too late to do anything you wanted to do. And he said 'You never know what you can accomplish until you try."
I am on varsity lacrosse this year for Fenn and I've never felt anything like it before. I've never before been on a team so bonded and had so much chemistry as this year's team does. I am very excited for the upcoming tournament where we can display our chemistry and skill. I think we have a great chance of winning in my opinion. I have found a new liking for lacrosse since the beginning of this season and I hope it never ends. I started lacrosse in 5th grade and I am pretty good now which goes to show that it's never too late to try something new, especialy lacrosse.
Literary Analysis Video
This is the video Charlie and I made on trickery in The Odyssey. The sizing is a little bit off but besides that, I hope you enjoy!
My WW Fenn Piece
This is the video of me reciting my WW Fenn piece to the class. I hope you enjoy!
"Calypso the lustrous goddess tried to hold me back,
deep in her arching caverns, craving me for a husband.
So did Circe, holding me just as warmly in her halls,
the bewitching queen of Aeaea keen to have me too.
But they never won the heart inside me, never.
So nothing is as sweet as a man's own country."
-Book 9 of The Oddyseus by Homer
The Oddysey so Far
After reading the first nine books of The Oddysey by Homer, I have enjoyed it greatly. Though the first couple of books are not "action-packed," I have learned to enjoy the story. My favorite book so far is definitely book nine. In book nine, Oddyseus retells the story of his encounter with Polythemus, the cyclops. I particularly like that chapter because of the deceit and trickery of Oddyseus. I am eager to hear more action packed stories in the upcoming books.
For my WWFENN piece, I have chosen the poem Insanity by Rhia Madison Thomer. Insanity, is a poem about a person's struggles in jail. The person is starting to forget what normal life is like and they start to miss it. The reason I have chosen this poem because I was really interested on what life is like "Inside the bars." This poem is describing a person that has lost all of their real-world senses and is starting to fall apart. Insanity is a very fitting name for it. Though as the weeks pass, I hope to get more out of the poem as I continue to memorize it.
I've counted the bars of my prison walls. 3 sides of 10 bars; 30. One solid wall,
cold, wet, molded concrete.
I've lost count of how long I have been here,
I hardly remember when I got here, but, it’s been winter for a long time.
I've forgotten what it is to move in grass and amongst other bodies.
I am chained in here,
thick steel cuffs chain me to the wall.
I've counted the faces, whose names I can't remember,
and then lost count of them
as they flash and flicker, fast forwarded in my mind.
I've been motionless for a long time,
I’m not sure I even remember what movement is.
I’m not sure I can even remember to move.
I’ve forgotten who I am, my name, how old I am, how tall I am, my features, likes and dislikes;
there are no mirrors.
I’ve been nameless for a long time, and there is no one else
here in this vast blank expanse but me and these bars,
and one wall.
I’ve realized I don’t even know what I am
and that panics me, but I know not what this feeling is?
What Is feeling?
I’ve thrown myself at the bars, clawing at the nothing
that lies behind them.
What Is nothing?
I’ve discovered there is a name that echoes and echoes In the vastness,
how do I know that name?
Is it mine, yours, theirs, his, ours?
I’ve remembered, the memories crush into me,
a weight I had not known for unknown amounts of time.
No go away! Again, please...
I’ve tried to forget,
but the white walls are somewhere out there, waiting.
and I? Why, I do not even exist.