Dear Parents,
I would like to welcome you and your child to my English class. An exciting and entertaining semester awaits us. As a teacher who grew up around technology I plan to utilize it's abilities to their full capacity. Technology is a tool which is constantly changing, we as a society have to change with it. I personally feel if we as educators do not allow your child to use technology to their best ability we are merely hindering their learning curve as they leave high school. Allowing your children to learn and explore exciting new ways to share ideas will only spark excitement for learning in my classroom.
Throughout the semester we will be using powerpoint, word, and excel on a daily basis. Even though this is an English class I will be encouraging your children to share their ideas and writings through blogs, podcasts, and through various social networking sites. I know the internet can be a dangerous place, and I in no way intend to put your child in any compromising situation. Their work will be closely monitored by me, and will not be sent to any unsecure or unapproved sites. If your child does not have access to the internet or a computer please contact me a KevinKaup27@gmail.com so something can be arranged.
I am ecstatic for the upcoming semester and look forward to working with your children, and you in the future. If you have any questions or concerns for me please feel free to email, and I will get back to you as soon possible!
Sincerely,
Kevin Kaup
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Shattered
Shattered
Cold steel, naked under a gown, waiting
for a block. Drugs course in as my mind wanders
in and out of sanity. Ankle swollen, but free
from its prison of gauze. The needle enters my leg,
"A tiny bee sting" ya right. I begin to pray.
Lacrosse at stake, and a long recovery in store.
Eyes creak open, handed crutches, no energy in store
forced to walk. Once independent, now waiting
for me is common. Stop staring I pray,
know they are looking, see their eyes wander.
A block seems a mile with only one functional leg.
Hard work in store it isn’t going to be free.
Setting up base camp in a lazy boy from chores I'm free.
Laptop, iPod, remote, phone, and controller all stored
close by my side. Being braced with pillows to prop my leg.
My block will soon wear off, the pain is patiently waiting.
It's supposed to be unbearable, I sit, not able to wander
Click, Rush, Throb, Melting Pain, Bone Screws, Drills, Ache, I pray.
2:00 A.M., my help is sleeping, no one to hear, to stubborn to call for aid, I pray
for the light of day. 2:30 A.M., crawl, cold wood floor, for pills that can free
me from this hell. Sleep unable to consume, thoughts wander.
Salvation will come, not capable of keeping my tears in store,
Tears streaming as the meds begin to do their job. I am waiting,
for the pain to cease, and the painful hell to release its grasp from my leg.
Empty stomach, drugs wage war, grenades drop in my stomach, my leg
is no longer a problem. The fracture is winning I am merely its prey.
Base camp relocated, lay on linoleum, hugging porcelain, waiting.
Waiting for the emptiness trying to break free.
Not able to eat, not able to move, no energy in store.
Drifting into painful sleep, in dreams I gorge and barefoot wander.
Back to my chair I make promises of wandering
to my a defeated foot. Dr’s orders no pain pills. My leg
keeps rhythm. Pills brought in from the drug store
mock me from a nearby table. I can’t do this I pray
for a way out. I long for a chance to be free.
Minute by minute, throb by throb, I am waiting.
I will never regret the simple wandering. I pray,
but I know my leg will never be the same, never free.
There will be hard work in store, until then I am waiting.
for a block. Drugs course in as my mind wanders
in and out of sanity. Ankle swollen, but free
from its prison of gauze. The needle enters my leg,
"A tiny bee sting" ya right. I begin to pray.
Lacrosse at stake, and a long recovery in store.
Eyes creak open, handed crutches, no energy in store
forced to walk. Once independent, now waiting
for me is common. Stop staring I pray,
know they are looking, see their eyes wander.
A block seems a mile with only one functional leg.
Hard work in store it isn’t going to be free.
Setting up base camp in a lazy boy from chores I'm free.
Laptop, iPod, remote, phone, and controller all stored
close by my side. Being braced with pillows to prop my leg.
My block will soon wear off, the pain is patiently waiting.
It's supposed to be unbearable, I sit, not able to wander
Click, Rush, Throb, Melting Pain, Bone Screws, Drills, Ache, I pray.
2:00 A.M., my help is sleeping, no one to hear, to stubborn to call for aid, I pray
for the light of day. 2:30 A.M., crawl, cold wood floor, for pills that can free
me from this hell. Sleep unable to consume, thoughts wander.
Salvation will come, not capable of keeping my tears in store,
Tears streaming as the meds begin to do their job. I am waiting,
for the pain to cease, and the painful hell to release its grasp from my leg.
Empty stomach, drugs wage war, grenades drop in my stomach, my leg
is no longer a problem. The fracture is winning I am merely its prey.
Base camp relocated, lay on linoleum, hugging porcelain, waiting.
Waiting for the emptiness trying to break free.
Not able to eat, not able to move, no energy in store.
Drifting into painful sleep, in dreams I gorge and barefoot wander.
Back to my chair I make promises of wandering
to my a defeated foot. Dr’s orders no pain pills. My leg
keeps rhythm. Pills brought in from the drug store
mock me from a nearby table. I can’t do this I pray
for a way out. I long for a chance to be free.
Minute by minute, throb by throb, I am waiting.
I will never regret the simple wandering. I pray,
but I know my leg will never be the same, never free.
There will be hard work in store, until then I am waiting.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Journey
The Journey
I am a minor piece of something great,
An individual surrounded by similar friends.
I live a fleeting life long spent green.
I bask in warm rays, oblivious to life,
and sway in the breeze when weather permits.
A life to envy, yet boredom branches out.
I wonder how freedom must feel.
My demise creeps closer, as days dwindle.
Frost covered shivers, ice filled veins,
Death approaches, bleed sudden red.
Grip crippled as strength wanes.
Snap!
Now vastly alone, no friends in sight.
Once innocent wind, now guides me.
Life I knew stands rooted, I fall away,
scuffing across cement my body crumbles.
I strain for control, overwhelmed with exhaustion.
No option but patience, I must out last
this roller coaster of death.
I rest on wet dew as grass blades tickle my wrist.
Shrieks from the fellow fallen,
Scared and confused we are gathered.
Cold rust rips through brittle skin.
Assembled in piles, placid fear,
Lying in wait, in wait for the black.
I am a minor piece of something great,
An individual surrounded by similar friends.
I live a fleeting life long spent green.
I bask in warm rays, oblivious to life,
and sway in the breeze when weather permits.
A life to envy, yet boredom branches out.
I wonder how freedom must feel.
My demise creeps closer, as days dwindle.
Frost covered shivers, ice filled veins,
Death approaches, bleed sudden red.
Grip crippled as strength wanes.
Snap!
Now vastly alone, no friends in sight.
Once innocent wind, now guides me.
Life I knew stands rooted, I fall away,
scuffing across cement my body crumbles.
I strain for control, overwhelmed with exhaustion.
No option but patience, I must out last
this roller coaster of death.
I rest on wet dew as grass blades tickle my wrist.
Shrieks from the fellow fallen,
Scared and confused we are gathered.
Cold rust rips through brittle skin.
Assembled in piles, placid fear,
Lying in wait, in wait for the black.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
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