Accordion to 12AP

     With the 3rd quarter of our virtual senior year finally coming to an end, I assume that our huge poetry unit is also about to end. While I am glad that finally I can take a break from that confusing, strangely worded literature for a while, I still feel some sadness that this unit which has taken up so much of my time is finally over. Honestly, I started the unit as someone who disliked poems a lot. I often questioned why couldn't these stories or lessons be written in a more normal way so people can understand them better. The way some poets turn complete sentences into unreasonable fragments frustrated me as those details became more of a hassle to read than something that is admirable. The field of poetry is like a dark forest that I am too afraid to step foot in because I fear I will be lost. However, this unit really kind of forced me to take that step into the unknown. I don't think any of my previous English classes spend this much effort and details on poetry. We l

The suitcase collecting dust in the basement, Full of scratches from different journeys. Why does looking at it bring me enjoyment? Maybe it is the best story of the century.  As I read through the century quilt during that discussion, we talked a lot about how the century quilt represented the history of the different family heritage. The quilt is a perfect representation of how each member was sewed together with another to form a complete whole. Personally, I don't think I have travelled a lot in my life but I still think I have been to a decent amount of places. Well other than my passport what can be something that represents my journey in this world. Of course the perfect thing is that old worn-out suitcase that we should've thrown out ages ago. Thankfully though, we kept it in our basement just in case. It has so many different stickers on it from the places we have been and countless scratches on its outside that are from the poor handling of it from airport workers or

Humans like capsulated viruses infesting the earth, Always taking and taking, an uncontrolled feast When the children are sick and our days numbered, it's too late to change our destructive ways.      After reading that poem "plants", I took in the author's message and started to notice some things that I once deemed weak or insignificant and she was right. Plants always find a way to come back no matter how hard it is to live. Even in extreme conditions plants still find a way to survive. While they do not have a complex intelligence like humans, they can adapt and over time overcome any obstacle in their way. However, I also noticed how humans are the same as these plants or even worse.  I have always knew from media and personal experience that humans are destroying the planet but never really thought about how or why it is happening. We are the "colonizers" and "invaders" of the earth the poet talked so much about. We take all the resources bec