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John Fitzsimmons

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261F1C41-41CF-4EE5-B7C8-700B3DBF389C”Give a damn and figure it out.” 

—John Fitzsimmons 

 

John Fitzsimmons is a really cool guy. Fitz is one of the best teachers at fenn, and he had a significant impact on my life. He taught me how to read, write, speak and play guitar; I would be a completely different person without him. When I learned that Fitz was going to be my English teacher right after the eighth grade graduation, I was not happy at all. I thought to myself: “This is great, I’m going to spend my next year learning English from some grumpy old guy who thinks he can speak Chinese,” but I was proven to be wrong. After I got to know him better, I found out that he’s not bad at all and he did actually speak Chinese. Mr. Fitzsimmons is as funny as Jerry Seinfeld and his stories are as deep as the epic tales of Moby Dick, by Herman Melville. He cares about his students so much that he would spill a cup of hot boiling black coffee on his shiny wooden table just to get his points across. My journey with Fitz, however, was not all sunshine and rainbows, there were a few times where he was frustrated with what we were doing. If I ever angered him, he would not say a word, but instead he would look me deep in the eyes and stare deep into my soul, leaving me to beg for forgiveness. Fitz always had endless stories to entertain us with, though they may not be true all the time, he shall not let the truth get in a way of a good story. Each one of these profound stories had a deeper meaning, and they taught me the secrets of life. Without Fitz, I would be lost, like the lonely moon that drifts across the seas.

 


Not There to Impress

Literary Analysis

C0761C93-0A55-4E43-A037-63967F902953If four things are followed - having a great aim, acquiring knowledge, hard work, and perseverance - then anything can be achieved.

—A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

It is not easy to fit in. In the novella, Through the Tunnel, by Dorris Lessing, the boy Jerry struggled to fit in with the French boys. He never felt that he was truly apart of the group and he tried everything to prove his worth. 

Again and again he rose, took a big chestful of air, and went down. Again and again he groped over the surface of the rock, feeling it, almost hugging it in the desperate need to find the entrance. And then, once, while he was clinging to the black wall, his knees came up and shot his feet out forward and they met no obstacle. He had found the hole.

This quote shows how far Jerry is willing to go just prove that he is worthy to be a part of the French boys’ group. “He cried openly, fists in his eyes. There was no one to see him, and he cried himself out.” Jerry felt defeated and sad when he was left out of the group for his inability to dive. He never gave up however, and kept improving his diving skills and his lung capacity. “Again his nose bled at night, and his mother insisted on his coming with her the next day.” Jerry was injured severely by his foolishness, but he insisted on trying. Finally one day, he was able to dive through the tunnel; no one saw it, and he did it anyways. He didn’t tell anyone about his great abilities and instead kept quiet about. “Mummy,” he said, “I can stay under water for two minutes — three minutes, at least… It came bursting out of him.” Jerry proved nothing in the end, he did not prove his worth to the French boys, he did not impress his mother, but he impressed himself. In the end Jerry overcame the challenges and became a man.

 


Slam Poem

 

 

I Love Fenn

B day is the best day,

Bio is the best way.

I come to class depressed,

But I leave relaxed.

Mr.Duane likes to teach,

Sometimes he gives a speech.

Before we experiment we have to listen,

To a boring introduction that needs to be shortened.

It was about time to start working,

Twenty four seven I’m grinding.

When it’s difficult I get myself some friends

And they offer to reduce my work load.

After all is done we had to clean up,

Don’t need reminders because we can take care of ourselves.

A days work is a days work,

Too bad a day doesn’t require any effort

C days make me hyped

Don’t need to do my math homework

Because I have study hall right before.

Fenn is such a lit place

After I leave I’ll go to space


Slam Poem

 

 

I Love Fenn

B day is the best day,

Bio is the best way.

I come to class depressed,

But I leave relaxed.

Mr.Duane likes to teach,

Sometimes he gives a speech.

Before we experiment we have to listen,

To a boring introduction that needs to be shortened.

It was about time to start working,

Twenty four seven I’m grinding.

When it’s difficult I get myself some friends

And they offer to reduce my work load.

After all is done we had to clean up,

Don’t need reminders because we can take care of ourselves.

A days work is a days work,

Too bad a day doesn’t require any effort

C days make me hyped

Don’t need to do my math homework

Because I have study hall right before.

Fenn is such a lit place

After I leave I’ll go to space


Blank Verse, Sonnet

Horrors of War

Smell of delicates filled the morning air

I woke up to get dressed and get my share

I then grabbed a bowl and walked to the cook

Who told me to enjoy the crappy food.

No mood to eat I peeked out the trenches

‘ Smoke rose from the devastated lands 

There’s no one who wants to charge no mans land 

 

 All my dying comrades haunted my dreams

Every waking moment is filled with grief

Sudden bombards did catch me off my guard

Mortars and shells were raining from the sky

I put on my gas mask and load my gun

For I know what’s about to happen next

The arcs of yellow gas shattered the sky

‘Filled our trenches with the smell of death

 

As I pray to god I spotted a man

Fellow soldier who had a shattered mask

‘I wanted to help but I could not

I did not want to inhale the mustard gas

 

Reached out for help he cried and coughed

Tears in his eyes as he painfully died

Stood there as I watch the man suffocate

It was the selfishness in war, I guess

 

Eat, Sleep, Fortnite, Repeat

School is over it’s time to head on home

I go home to play a lot of fortnite

Go on fortnite I find lots of g’nomes

My character in the game is a knight 

 

Start a new match I team up with randoms 

And then game end those who dare oppose me

I can’t hit no one because of the bloom

I adore the game because it is free

 

To my teammates I swear that I’m loyal

But eventually they will meet their end

And never get that victory royal

I got all the v bucks that I can spend 

 

My teammates scream as I make them perish 

Those not in my team will surely flourish