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This will probably be my last blog before I'm an official college student (Don't hold me to that, I'm flaky on things), so here's the poem I wrote for Mr. Roehl's poetry night at Cafe 225 (last week of high school):

The Progress of America

America: the land of the free and home of the brave
Inhabited by cowards, thieves, and a multitude of slaves.
Slaves that stare blankly at rapidly pulsing screens
Inputting facts, data, details, deposits, and other necessities of life.
Our kids have become possessed by a false reality
Chit-chats impersonal and visual eye-candy engulf their forming minds.
Friends are now nothing but words, words that are data.
Who needs memories when you can save them to a disk?
We surely have progressed as a country
Robots can paint our cars, TV can watch the children
And mother and father can stroll under the programmed street lights

Who’s afraid of another rolling blackout?
I’ll find another way to get some power.
We invented the Internet.
Our military controls this planet.

God bless our country, we’re going to need it.

Neat, eh? Made Roehl laugh.
Computer Science major....here I come.