Senior Slack

Senior slack. It's not senioritis. What in the world is an inflammation of the senior? Makes no sense.

What was I here for?

Oh yeah... I was going to blog about something. Then again, I wanted to blog about a lot of things for the past couple of weeks... and yet, I didn't do it.

Maybe tomorrow.

Just kidding. I'll share my "art project" for world literature! For the Shakespeare unit, my class read Hamlet. What I don't understand is how my peers don't understand the play. Granted, it's rather confusing and twisty turvy, but the teacher honestly tells us exactly what happens and explains all the little details. Just pay attention a little and maybe you would have gotten something.

But anyway...

For the art project, I had to cleverly combine two themes from Hamlet, all the while not making it too obvious of what the entire piece means. I suppose that's what art does, doesn't it? Every element could mean different things. If you've never read Hamlet, I guess you wouldn't be able to point out all the little different things I incorporated into the song I wrote for the project.

And here it be:

Verse 1

Son to Father

Father to Son

Blood truly does connect them

But family doesn’t always make them one

‘cause it caused them to tear apart

And become trapped in separate worlds

Crying out to the heavens

Let our proof of love start to unfurl

Chorus

They took them down

Those who seemed truly close to them

Turned their lives around

With deception masking the truth

With choices more foolish than the youth

A blade of honor that was sharpened dull

All their weapons of betrayal

Verse 2

One left to fight the war

The other can’t even defend

But love goes further than relations

At arms with him fights a faithful friend

They stand together

A wall strong as diamond

Waiting until the perfect time

Only striking at the very end

Chorus

Bridge

When they finally made their attack

There was no way for them to go back

Their choice was wholeheartedly made

Their loyalty would not ever fade

They took them down

Those who seemed truly close to them

Turned their lives around

With dedication strong with love

With anger that is deep enough

To blacken the very soul

And the kind that keeps one loyal

I would be entirely impressed if you could figure out what was going on in my head while writing this. It took me awhile to even figure it out myself... HAHAHA.
Anyway, I've figured out chords and a melody, it's just too late at night for me to record it without getting into any trouble with the parents.

Maybe tomorrow.

My inflammation of the senior is causing severe laziness, and any medication taken for it is causing side-affects that only worsen it.