A man once said, “there is no better than adversity, every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contain is own seed, its own lesson, and how to improve your performance next time”. I fist became aware of those words doing my junior years in high school. As a class project, I was asked to present and individual that has left his or her imprint on the world. Some one, even through death, his or her work and ideas still influence individual today.

Malcolm X, a leader like no other, had such an influence on the live of African-American and white American alike. Malcolm X was born Malcolm little on may 19, 1925. Malcolm was a child was born into unfortunate circumstances. “when my mother was pregnant with me she told me later, a party of hooded Ku Klux Klan riders galloped up to our home brandishing there shotguns and riffles, they shouted for my father to come out”(Malcolm 1). Being born into such a brutal world, one will always wonder how a child will be able to cope with such a world. Malcolm was a bright child, intelligent and focuses. He was always at the top of his class, until his professor told him that he would not be anything in life so he dropped out of school.

After dropping out of school Malcolm became the very thing that all white American were saying about African-American at time, he became worthless in the eyes of others. He became a street hustler, dope peddler, and a thief. I have been reading about Malcolm X for a while now. One of the reasons as to why I became intrigue by him was because he was a man of his word. He once said “if you didn’t stand for something then you would fall for anything” (Malcolm X). In 1946, Malcolm was arrested for robbery and was sentence to 10 year in prison. While he was in jail, he undergoes a transformation. It is there he began to stand for something. As he spends his time in jail, he was introduced to the teaching of Elijah Mohammad, and the nation of Islam. Reading about Malcolm X showed me that even if you’re in the worst possible position, it is up to you to decide whether or not you will remain there. In other words you make your own faith rather then allowing others to make them for you.

As Malcolm gets deeper into the teaching of Elijah Mohammad, he learned that “the white society worked to keep African-American from empowering themselves”. One of the things that made me love to read about Malcolm was what he did once he was out on paroled. After learning about the history of his people, Malcolm decided to change his name “he considered “little” a slave name, and chose “X” to signify his lost tribal name. Form that day forth Malcolm X’s faith had been change by his own hands. To me I feel that changing his name was a huge statement to himself.

Malcolm X has such a big influence on people to day; the some individual has shaped their live base on his ideas and belief. A man, whom, as a child was told by his teacher that he would not amount to anything in life, became such an unmovable force in American history. Because of his passion, I can honestly say that Malcolm X is indeed an Idol.

Work cite

Alex Haley, 1992, The Autobiography of Malcolm X. USA

www. Cmgww.com/history/Malcolm

The Art of Love.

The hunter knows where to spread his net in order to snare the stage.... And thou who seekest out the abject of a lasting love learn to know the place which the fair one most do haunt" (Ovid, 37-40). I am some one who thinks of him self as a lover. I have always told my self that one of the jobs of men is to know women, if you ever wish to have any luck with the one your heart desire most. Reading the Art of Love, I can't help but to notice some similarities between me and Ovid. He must have though the something when it comes to women. Men can’t truly be men if he can not comprehend the nature of the very thing that he loves to be consumed by, which are, women.
"First of all, be quite sure that there isn’t a woman who can not be won. And make up your mind that you will win her". In other word he is saying, the key to winning women is to be confident, when you are confident it will show and she, although she might deny it, will be impressed. The Art of Love is a literature that I have come to love, because of the way it is written. "I have been appointed by Venus a tutor to tender love". "Venus has made her seat of empire the city of her beloved Aeneas". Through out the whole essay Ovid made reference to mythical characters, which I happen to find really good in term of writing style. I also like it because I am like reading mystical thing such as Hercules and mount Olympic or Zeus. These mythical stories always have two things in common, one the always about love, two, they always about heroism. And in his essay, Ovid talks about these two things. One: finding love and how to keep it and two: being your lover’s knight in shining armor. I absolutely love this story and I do believe any one who is looking for love should take some of Ovid advice and make it you own.

The Art of Love

"The hunter knows where to spread his net in order to snare the stag....And thou who seekest out the object of a lasting love learn to know the place which the fair one most do haut"(Ovid). I am some one who thinks of him self as a lover. I have always told my self that one of the jobs of men is to know women, if you ever wish to have any luck with the one your heart desire most. Reading the Art of Love i can't help but to notice some similarities between me and Ovid. He must have though th same thing when it comes to women. Men can't truly be men if he can not comprehend the nature of the very thing that he loves to be consume by, which are. women.
"First of all, be quite sure that there isn't a women who can not be won, and make up your mind that you will win her". In other words he is saying, the key to winning women is to be confident, when your are confident it will show and she, although she might deny it, will be impressed. The Art of Love is a literature that i have come to like, because of the way it is written. "i have been appointed by Venus a tutor to tender love". "Venus has made her seat of empire the city of her beloved Aeneas". through out the essay Ovid made refrence to mythical characters, which i happend to find really good in term of writting style. I also like because i like reading mythical thing such as Hercules and Mount Olympic or Zeus. These mythical stories always have two things in common, one: they always about love, and two they are always about heroism. In his essay, Ovid talks about these two things, one: finding love and how to keep it and two: being your lover's knight and shinning armor. I absolutely love this story and i do believe any one who is looking for love should take some of Ovid advice and make it there own by putting his own input into it.

The Writer

I am some one who has an over active imagination, which means that i love to write, mostly fiction. i just love all the ideas that pop in my head and before i can write one down an other one pops up. although i love to write, i rarely read. but when i do read i love it. it just that it's rare for me to find something that catches my interest. i mostly read mystery novels. with suspense, novels that keeps me guessing. the last novel i read was, " Fatal Analysis, by Dr. Martin O. it was such a great book i read it twice because i just couldn't get enough of it. i think everyone should read this book, it will have you guessing right down to the last minute.
so "The Campus Life" is a short story that i started to write because i couldn't sleep. i hope you like it. feel free to tell what you think. or how you would have written certain parts.

The Campus Life

It was a dark night and Liz had just came out of the store as she made her way home she hears footsteps she to see who was behind her but to her surprise there was no one there. Her heart began to race. She turns around once more, still no one is there. She ran into her dorm room, hoping not to think about who might have been following her.

The next day Liz could not get what had happened the night before out of her mind. She could not focus in class. “Liz stop daydreaming” said Professor Smith. “I am sorry professor I will try to pay more attention”. Although Liz had said that, she still couldn’t pay attention; she couldn’t get last night out of her mind. Jane, one of Liz best friend, knew Liz long enough to know when something is wrong with her.

“Liz you’re ok, what is going on with you”?

“I don’t know Jane it about last night, I went to the corner store to get some things to eat and as I make my way home I started to hear footsteps. When I turned around no one was there and again and again I hear those footsteps and no one is there. This is not the first time, I hear them before. About a week ago I hear those same medal boots and as I turn no one was there”.

“What, you’re for real Liz” said Jane.

Throughout the whole day Liz could not focus she went through the whole day thinking about that night and the last time she heard those footsteps. Liz could not wait for the day to end, when school ended she wanted to go to her dorm and sleep this worry away. As she makes her way through campus, she saw her professor.

“Hi there Professor, I am sorry that I was not able to focus in class today”

“Liz you are a smart girl, what is going on with you is there something wrong with you” said Professor Smith.

“I am ok, I am just going through some things I will be fine”.

“Well ok then, you look tired go and have some rest”

Liz was really tired, she finish talking to Professor Smith and made here way to her dorm, as she reach her door she saw a note attached to the door, she had thought that it was from Jane, she quickly take it into her room and read it.

“Hi there beautiful I have been watching you for a while now and I have to say I am very interested in you. Well beautiful I will see you again and maybe we can to know each other some more on a personal level kiss. Kiss I am going to get you”.

V.P

She quickly drops the note and began to shake. Jane walks in and saw her in the corner shaking. She quickly ran up to her and asks her what wrong. Liz pointed at the note. Jane read the note and she did not know what was going on.

“Liz do you know who wrote this, this is for real we have to report this”

“This is not the first one about a week ago I began to get these Emails, I did not pay much attention to them but this one has the same signature as those of the Email”

“Liz how could you keep this to yourself like that we have to tell some one now.” Said Jane

“I don’t know I didn’t think it was serious I thought it was just one of my friends playing a joke on me”. Said Liz

They sat in the room just looking at each other trying to think if this is really a joke or for real. They didn’t now what to do. They sat there thinking of people they knew who might have done something like this. Finally Liz said.

“I think it was Matt. Maybe he was just playing a joke on us, I mean back in high school he was the biggest joker around”

“Yeah he was “responded Jane with a disbelief voice.

“Do you ever miss the old days, like back when you were in high school”? Ask Liz.

Jane got up from the floor and move to the bed.

“Yea I do miss it sometimes, and sometime all my friends back home, I just want to escape into my own world most of the time where I don’t have to worry about all this”.

“Jane, how are thing with you and James if you don’t mind me asking, it been a while since he came by here”

“It has been a while hasn’t it, as much as I would like to say things are great, I just can’t”

“What happened, Jane you can talk to me”

It was a little pass midnight when Jane and Liz were talking in their dorms and the whole school was as quite as a graveyard. James was Jane first boyfriend and they have been going out thought most of their high school years. And now they were in college. James didn’t go to the university as Jane but he was close.

“I really don’t know what happened really one minute I love him and the next I just don’t know”. Jane said.

As Jane started to talk more and more Liz notices that she was becoming uneasy about revealing what has happened to them.

“I don’t mean to ….

“shhhhhh. Did you hear that Liz”

“Hear what”

“Sounded like someone is out there, turn off the lights quickly”

Liz ran to the light switch and turned it off. Jane knew she had heard something out of the ordinary, so both she and Liz walk over to the window staying as low as they can and look outside, there she saw two men standing.

“Who is that”? Ask Liz.

“I don’t know, but doesn’t that look like Professor Smith a little”.

“Yea it does look like him, but who is the other man, it look like they are having an argument”. Liz said.

Jane did not want to just look from the window. She quickly grabs her jacket along with Liz and quietly made there way out of the building close enough to hear what they were saying.

“Wait that not a man that a women.” said Jane.

“Not just any women that Professor Taylor, my physic teacher, but what is she doing out here with Professor Smith”. Liz said.

“shh Listen”

“we cant keep doing this I am married, we should have never have let this go this far. it is not right I have to end it, please understand if my husband, Charles, found out that could the end of both of us, you would loose your best friend and I would loose a husband and you.” Taylor Said.

“Yes my dear I agree but it so hard to let you go, I love you, and I will always…..

“This is boring Liz, let get out of here I am tired”

“Yea you right it just two love birds”

Jane and Liz quietly made their way back to the dorms, as they were walking they started to laugh about what they had seen because doing the day time Professor Taylor and Smith hated each other . Now they know that it was just and act. As they got closer to their dorms Liz notices a white paper hanging from the door. She quickly stops Jane.

“Hey Jane, what is that, that what not there when we left. There was nothing on the door”.

“Yea you are right what the hell is it, wait I think it is a note”.

Liz heat began to race and her body began to shake as she and Jane walk slowly to the door and takes the note.

“I saw you my little angle

You look beautiful tonight. We will have our date soon enough

Good night!!!!!!!!”

V.P...

Jane quickly opened the door and ran inside along with Liz. The light was still off. Jane and Liz just stood there in the center of the room just looking at the white piece of paper on the floor not knowing how to react to it.

“You still think it was Matt Liz.”

Liz was taken by fear, her eyes began to wonder around the room hoping what she was thinking was not right, “could someone be in this room larking in the dark”. Her eyes continue to wonder till she stop at the window where she saw a shadow on the grounds below, she thought to her self could this still be the Professors. NO it wasn’t her eyes adjust to the darkness out side and there she saw a man just standing and looking up at her window. Her body drop to the floor.

TO BE CONTINUE

Passion

A couple of months back Viktoriya, my girlfriend, came to me with this book she had just finish reading. she felt in love with this book. I needed to understand why she loved it so much, so i started to read this book, and i soon realized why she love it so much. it was because this book question everything and make you question everything also, as a reader you want to read a book that will make you think and consume you with such force that you just have to read more and Plato did just that for me. In my new English class i was yet again face with the same book "Plato" but this time it was just apart of it, a part where he began to criticize the artist around him.

"and the same may be said for lust and anger and all the other affections, of desire and pain and pleasure, which are held to be inseparable from every action--in all of them poetry feed and waters the passions instead of drying them up; she let them rule, although they ought to be controlled, if mankind are ever to increase in happiness and virtue".

in every thing that he wrote that part court my attention the most. i do not believe that passion is some thing that should be controlled, passion is what drive an individual to do their best, if one does not have passion in what he/she does how can he/she excel in what the do. i believe that everything that we do included passion, it is the one thing that make us who we are.

if passion was something to be controlled, especially within artist, i do not believe that the magnificent arts that we have today would ever come to be, things like the 7 wonders of the world were created through passion. so if poetry is some thing that waters and feed passions then that is one of the most important thing one should have by their side.

~~TheProdigy