Friday, December 4, 2015

Chase A. Keener
Mrs. Suttle  
(cp)English 10
2 December 2015
Opposites apart/but the Same Together
As part of the Great Thanksgiving Listen I had the interesting idea to interview my mother since I spent the most time with her out of all my relatives and, while I knew the occasional funny story I didn’t really know much from her childhood. Her father was the loud and stern one, I knew that, but as for her mother(which I wouldn’t even be sure she had one if it wasn’t for her condition, more on that latter) I had heard only of her later years when she needed help doing even basic tasks.
As it turns out, my mother is nearly mortified about talking on camera or on stage(a rather stark contrast to her son). We had a rather lengthy discussion over whether she HAD to do it, to which the answer was yes. I had to give her one saving grace to prepare her questions ahead of time which,while I was not a fan of, felt as though I needed to just to keep her from refusing all together.
In honesty I probably learned more about her past in the conversation before the interview, simply due to awkwardness in front of a mic. but it was enlightening none the less. I learned the reason for never hearing about my grandmother was due to her more gentle nature to counter the living fury that was my grandfather. As mentioned before, there were many things I already knew about my mother’s childhood, but to hear her talking about it so fondly made me understand her in a brand new way.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Feelings on the grading style



I feel like these expectations are fair and that any reason for me falling behind is my own fault and not a fault in the system. My fault is in organization and partially self discipline, since I do have trouble keeping papers in a organized fashion.


I’ve long held feelings that the grading system we have is currently flawed. Not the 4 point scale but the basis of grading over all, I believe, is not an accurate representation of our knowledge. School, for as long as I know, has never truly measured what we know, it simply measures our ability to memorize. It would be far more appropriate to have a teacher simply determine if a student does or does not know the knowledge required for the course.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Terror of Life
A short story by Chase A. Keener

This was it, it was finally done. He had been planning this for months upon years, his work, his… master piece. Archer sat back and looked at his desk, cluttered with plans, drawings and intelligence. He would finally do it, extract revenge as he would watch the empress’s limp and bleeding body after he thrust his blade through her skinny and weak neck, Archer could see it now and he couldn’t wait to do it......

Read the rest online at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17877887/

Thursday, October 22, 2015

World of Failure







“Hey, it almost worked right?” remarked one of the watchers by.



      My friend was wrong, it did not almost work. It was so far from working. I was standing, drained and defeated at the roof of mount Hyjal where a dead dragon was suppose to lay, replaced only by the bodies of my comrades. Well, not really. In World of Warcraft I am Hammermal, supreme commander of the 400 man guild Dragon Faults! In reality I was deflated as a balloon left on a bed of nails .Real or not, I still had the aching feeling of defeat crushing every bone in my body.


     “Come on dude, don’t be so down. It’s just a game after all.” whimpered my second in command and best friend Crevince, faking a smile. We both knew he was right of course, but I knew he felt this defeat just as much as I did. Our group had a reputation of always succeeding the first time we did something, we were even legendary for it, and now that was gone in a puff smoke.


     Words could not describe the amount of affliction cast upon me at that moment. It was like a solid metal anvil falling upon my prized possessions.
“To think, those countless hundreds of hours gone to waste in a matter of minutes.” I thought to myself, dragging myself away from my computer to find a place to mope.
“At least it won’t take as long to replace each member’s gear.” It was an empty thought, that wasn’t what I cared about. Our gear would take less than a month to replace, but our reputation? That could take years.

     I knew that wasn’t what I cared about. It was the reputation, it always was, and I had just found a sledgehammer drove straight through my precious painting.

     It was likely a good week before I came out of my rut, and the only reason I did was because we finally won that fight, but I still carry that feeling of udder defeat over something I had spent what seemed like a year working towards.

Monday, September 21, 2015

While the situation in Croatia is dire, in the article As Europe makes room for refugees, some in Japan ask: Why not us?
the question is not what to do in the middle east but what japan can do for them. Japan, always being closer to a closed door policy, is not usually the first country you think of when it comes to world aide. Despite this Japan is currently the number two donor to the middle eastern crisis but they are still left asking, "Can we do more?". While it may not be there problem they do believe that they should help these refugees. Personally, I don't believe a country should worry about something that truly doesn't have any effect on them since, at some point, it becomes a competition for hospitality.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

I am from a high perch above the road
From balls of hair and late night cuddles


I am from late nights
I am from disagreements
and from locked doors
I am from disappointments and deep breaths
From long nights
I am from a lonely branch  
I am from a place of solace
and from a place for thoughts
I am from introvertism and a plethora of books
From few friends that I hold dear


I am from show lights
I am from the stage
I am from hour long practices and sweat drenching effort
From sorrow and exasperation


I am from Valley

I am from Me