Free Essays on Useless Facts

â€Å"Any Class, Any Day, Any Subject† As I looked into my classroom I saw â€Å"mindless students in perfect rows bombarded by useless facts.† As usual I was late because I needed books for the next class, but there was not enough time to get to my locker. (Compound Complex) I walk in to class and my teacher just gives me a nasty look because we have had this conversation why I am always late. Once I get seated my teacher continues his lecture in a monotone voice that is asking you to go to sleep. (Complex) Next, the clock watching starts, this famous ritual consists of looking at your teacher, yet you don’t really hear what they are saying. Then you start watching the every clock every five minutes, or that is what it seems until look and see the little red hand had not made a single one of it’s sacred revolutions. After twenty minutes of rambling and repeating himself the teacher gives us an asignment that will probably teach us very little and is do at the end of the period. It takes me about five minutes to complete the assignment. After putting my head down in my book for another five minutes I find my self bored enough to play my prehistoric video games on my calculator. Immediately after pulling my calculator out, my friend who is suffering from the same boredom begs me if he can play some games. I really don’t want to, but he is my partner in Spanish and my only chance at a â€Å"C† so I give it to him. There are ten minutes left this is the longest ten minutes of the period because the only thing you have to do is watch the clock. Every second feels like five. It seems as though you can hear the second hand moving. With five minutes left everyone packs up and starts talking which makes time fly by. As the bell rings we turn in our work and go to our next class. Every classroom has a different characteristic. Most of that depends on the teacher but, some subjects can not be taught c... Free Essays on Useless Facts Free Essays on Useless Facts â€Å"Any Class, Any Day, Any Subject† As I looked into my classroom I saw â€Å"mindless students in perfect rows bombarded by useless facts.† As usual I was late because I needed books for the next class, but there was not enough time to get to my locker. (Compound Complex) I walk in to class and my teacher just gives me a nasty look because we have had this conversation why I am always late. Once I get seated my teacher continues his lecture in a monotone voice that is asking you to go to sleep. (Complex) Next, the clock watching starts, this famous ritual consists of looking at your teacher, yet you don’t really hear what they are saying. Then you start watching the every clock every five minutes, or that is what it seems until look and see the little red hand had not made a single one of it’s sacred revolutions. After twenty minutes of rambling and repeating himself the teacher gives us an asignment that will probably teach us very little and is do at the end of the period. It takes me about five minutes to complete the assignment. After putting my head down in my book for another five minutes I find my self bored enough to play my prehistoric video games on my calculator. Immediately after pulling my calculator out, my friend who is suffering from the same boredom begs me if he can play some games. I really don’t want to, but he is my partner in Spanish and my only chance at a â€Å"C† so I give it to him. There are ten minutes left this is the longest ten minutes of the period because the only thing you have to do is watch the clock. Every second feels like five. It seems as though you can hear the second hand moving. With five minutes left everyone packs up and starts talking which makes time fly by. As the bell rings we turn in our work and go to our next class. Every classroom has a different characteristic. Most of that depends on the teacher but, some subjects can not be taught c...

Nanao Sakaki Profile of the poet Nanao Sakaki

Nanao Sakaki Profile of the poet Nanao Sakaki Nanao Sakaki grew up in Japan, came to adulthood as a drafted radarman in the Japanese Army during World War II, and after the war became known as a poet and friend to American poets, a wilderness walker, environmentalist and counterculture leader, founder of the Tribe and Banyan Ashram.The following is excerpted from our correspondent Taylor Mignon’s 2002 portrait of Sakaki written for the About Poetry Museletter: Yaponesian Global Guerrilla Poet Nanao Sakaki: If you have time to chatterRead booksIf you have time to readWalk into mountain, desert and oceanIf you have time to walkSing Songs and danceIf you have time to danceSit quietly, you Happy Lucky Idiot I first met Nanao Sakaki in 1993 at the Kyoto Connection, an eclectic event of the arts headed by Ken Rogers, managing editor of Kyoto Journal. At that time I was editing the bilingual literary journal, The Plaza, and I asked him if he could send work. Though he never sent anything - it could be difficult to pin him down sometimes as he’s such an inveterate wanderer - I’d often go to his reading events. Renaissance Wild Man: Nanao, a walking collective call of the wild man, commune cofounder, scholar of languages and aboriginal culture and tribal traditions, troubadour to hang out with, lover of ’shrooms and the herbs, movement maker, The Tribes, homeless (except for the cabin in Shizuoka), green guru guy, activist, translator of haiku, mantra sutra rapper using the 5/7/5 syllabic meter.... Nanao is also better known in the US than in his home Yaponesia. My poet friend Kijima Hajime, a Walt Whitman scholar, didn’t know about Nanao since he’s more associated with the Beats and the Hippies.... Japan’s first Dead Head? â€Å"Break the Mirror†: So Kijima included Nanao’s poem â€Å"Break the Mirror† in the bilingual booklet Over the Oceans: Contemporary Poetry from Japan (Doyo Bijutsusha Shuppan Hanbai, 2000), which he re-envisioned for both English and Japanese versions. Also in 2000, Blackberry Books, Nanao’s main publisher in English, put out an anthology of writings on him entitled Nanao or Never: Nanao Sakaki Walks Earth A, by such as authors as Gary Snyder, Allen Ginsberg, Joanne Kyger and myself. Blackberry Books also published Nanao’s poetry volumes Break the Mirror (1996) and Let’s Eat Stars (1997). â€Å"Let’s Eat Stars†: His poetry is infused with homegrown, funky, direct appeal. The first poem (untitled) in Break the Mirror tells us - not didactically - to take it easy. â€Å"April Fool’s Day† in Let’s Eat Stars is sharp-tongued in the eighth stanza: To make schooling more efficientThe Ministry of Education wantsthat all grammar schools junior high schoolsshould be reorganized into three categoriesA, Elite course.B, Robot course.C, Dropout course. He has also done English translations of haiku by Kobayashi Issa in Inch by Inch: 45 Haiku (La Alameda Press, 1999), which has the Japanese and English printed in Nanao’s script. With Gary Snyder: In Yaponesia his main publisher is Studio Reaf, which publishes the activist journal Ningen kazoku (â€Å"Human family†) - in 2000 Studio Reaf released a video of Gary’s reading selections from Turtle Island and Axe Handles followed by Nanao’s translation - Gary Snyder: Sing the Mother Earth, in Shinshu, 1991. The Japanese language Kokopelli is a collection of poems containing the poem Just Enough† in several languages, including Ainu, Ryukyuan, and English: Soil for legsAxe for handsFlower for eyesBird for earsMushroom for noseSmile for mouthSongs for lungsSweat for skinWind for mind Books by and about Nanao Sakaki: Break the Mirror, poems by Nanao Sakaki (Blackberry Books, 1996) Let’s Eat Stars, poems (Blackberry Books, 1997)[]Inch by Inch: 45 Haiku by Issa, translated by Nanao Sakaki (La Alameda Press, 1999) Nanao or Never: Nanao Sakaki Walks Earth A, edited by Gary Lawless (Blackberry Books, 2000)