Unconquerable

I say it is underappreciated because my generation is mostly uninterested towards poetry as of now. Poetry has had a long culture since the beginning of story telling and I believe people do not find it interesting until later in their life. I personally have one poem that truly connects to me. As if it was an emotional message sent through time just for me. That poem is Invictus by William Ernest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

I would go in depth on how each line has some relation to a certain part of my life, but for now, I want to put this poem on here. So that I can always look back at the first poem that gave me something to think about.

A certain class is very peculiar

As Geewad once said. It's called BC because at best you can get is a B or a C. Or maybe it stands for Bull Crap. Like even  AP Scaling Grades would make us get a better grade because all of us are failing. There is no way every Calc BC AP exam has people getting 100%. Cmon.

Calculus Bee-Jees

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Hello, this is the co-owner for this blog, and honestly, we would be updating frequently, but a specific class in our current studies is preventing us from doing so. So sorry.

Why and What is in a blog?

A blog is a statement. It is a venue for prose and poetry. It is where I can express myself and leave some sort of vulnerability while still safe. This blog will be where I share a lot of things. I just don't know what. But the thought is there! :P