These days have been very tough on me due the unending homework that I have been having lately. I was like, nope, I’m gonna play Assassin’s Creed and “chilloot” for a while hahaha. What I found out was playing 6 hours straight can actually give strains to your eyes, mind, and body. I’m a gamer and I was always use to be exposed to video games for long period but that was years ago. Why? because Video games have evolve from sparingly awful graphics to high definition 3d game play and the expectations are very very high especially from the hit games such as Call of Duty, God of War, and Final Fantasy. I’m finally putting the hardest challenges that happen to me during the duration of this learning project.
The difficulties that I have experience was my Internet connection. If you’re internet connection sucks, don’t even attempt to play this game online, because lag issues will emerge all over the place and ruin your gameplay. Also, it will disconnect very often due to the technical difficulties that are presents in the game.
Another difficulty, was group isolation. this means that you can’t switch teams once a team of four formed a group. they will own and kill you every time, They will stun you repeated and escape most of your chase sequences, and they will rack up the most point and make you lose.
Lastly, The Final difficulty that I had was the trash talking in the lobbies. I don’t personally talk shit on my the lobbies and games but I shout when I win and what I find humiliating is that a lot of people talk shit at you with your proper consent and reason. I dislike people who do that and proclaim themselves as bona fide “professional” players when they’re not.
Well, I over did it 27 hours and still counting ’cause I still have to finish the campaign mode and rock at it due to the experience I earned from multiplayer mode but, until then, You just have to wait lol. Peace out! for now that is lol
Teachers are a vital part of society. However, Some of them are underrated, and underestimated by people due to the quality of education they have to offer which I despise very much. I think we should thank them and make them feel good every once in a while. Here are some letters that I sent to my teachers on June 20, 2011
Dear Ms. Simonson,
Thank you for all of your hard work and dedication to this institution. I enjoyed your class and fought valiantly to achieve my marks. At first I had my doubts of being successful on your Biology class due to the lower standards of education that was plaguing my country for decades. However, when I started to understand your expectations, I was like, nice. I can do this. I will become a teacher in the near future and I will pass on the values and lessons that I have learned from you. Thank you for everything.
P.S. I should present on your class again with my Lion suit ‘cause I really had a lot of fun doing it.
Edgar Allan Not Poe
Dear Mr. Armstrong,
Thank you for giving me a wider perspective of Canadian History, well I was not exactly one of your top students and history very challenging for me because I’m not from here and all I know about Canada is that Toronto is the capital and my grand uncle lives there. However, I did manage to pass the class. Oh, I almost forgot, you should give me a small chunk of your shrapnel for souvenir purposes. I personally think that you should hold your retirement for at least five more years. The Students need you. Thank you for everything.
Edgar Allan Not Poe
Dear Mr. Rumpel,
Thank you for giving life to the Drama department once more. I’m pretty sure you were better than the person running this place hehehe. Don’t quote me on that. This year was definitely different. I know that you’re new here but, I think you finished your first year with a bang. Thank you for the drama skills that I have learned from you and I hope that I can pass that on to my future students in the near future. vos es tenor ut micans! Thank you for everything.
Edgar Allan Not Poe
After all of these weeks, after all the struggles and the pain that I have suffered from university’s relentless assaults. I, Edgar Allan Dela Cruz will survive my first semester. English 100 is one of the toughest challenges that I have faced ever since challenging the valedictorian of my class to an argument about “knowledge versus money” in which I lost. The question is why did I bring up this story? I never engage without purpose so, this is why. The title of valedictorian is awarded to the person with the highest grade point average. Also, valedictorians are respected and whom most people depend on when it comes to group activities and brain storming. Like the valedictorian, for me, English 100 has demands that I could never possibly meet. Furthermore, it is very structured and has several branches of almost unlimited supply of content. They come in different shapes and sizes. They could go from poems to essays and from paragraphs to journals. Why am I saying this? It is because I envy people who were born with natural talent on academics. These people can easily decipher poems and literary pieces like Robert Francis’ “The Pitcher” in a matter of minutes while it seemed barely understandable to people like me without that natural talent. Why can we just be equal? “Ten thousand hours” says Malcolm Gladwell, a phrase that I have been hearing from various professors at the U of R ever since the beginning of class. I had a similar motto of defeating gene via perseverance. However, I started to doubt my motto when I pushed myself to my limits and realized that I was not even close to the level and grandeur of that valedictorian. Overwhelming would be the proper word to describe this phenomenon as well as this English 100 class wouldn’t it? I am weary of the journey of life. I am baffled, confused, and alone in the land of uncharted snow. Does hope and altruism exist? If so, who has it? Why it is only bestowed to the hands of famous, intelligent, and the undeserving? Though my futile attempts to survive this course devour my strength and distort my well-being, I do not plan on giving up. Listen: Being sick does not help either. However, for reasons unknown, my cognitively is not is not the same as before. I do not why this cognitive deterioration is happening to me. I made a gamble and placed my credibility on the line. (My head hurts). It’s not over yet English 100. I will put the last bit of my strength into passing this class before God knows what happens. English 100, you are tough to finish, and seemingly impossible to finish especially to a schmuck like but, let me tell you this: I will not letting you succeed into dragging me into the abyss.
That was some rant that I made and I apologize. However I think it had to be done and I feel a lot better know. Being sick distorts my thinking and reason. Since we are on the topic of poems, I decided to share one of mine for non-academic reason and some feedback I guess.
Edgar Allan Dela Cruz
Soundless, lifeless, and heartless
Consumed by darkness, a land of no caress.
Desolated with lies, devoured by Melancholy
Visited by observers, a vessel full of folly
Windless, depressing, clueless
Populated by craters, all faceless.
A place of overwhelming drought
A realm of unforgiving doubt
Beauty as it may from far away
A demented version of the milky way
Supressing day and offering night
The phenomena of an eclipse, the dark light
The Moon, the parsimonious moon
The pretentious shade, a silent typhoon
-Edgar Allan Not Poe
Iève been experimenting on a greeter lately and lets see how this sample would work out
Yes! I finally have done pimping site and even uploaded our Choir Camp’s Album. I did not enable downloading because I do not own the music. I was a part of it but I really do not own it. Enjoy!