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November 10, 2011
I was trying out a new drawing program I found online. Like flash, it adjusts to the pressure of your pen. But, unlike flash, pressure relates opacity, rather than width.
September 6, 2011
Last year, myself and Bradley Dunnigan were victorious in a Euchre tournament at school. In honor of our victory, we decided it would be fun to make tee-shirts for our team. This is the artwork that resulted. And Bradley’s dad generously printed them for us.
May 7, 2011
May 3, 2011
Ok, this one may require a bit of explanation: Dr. Horgan teaches the world history class that I’m taking for my core curriculum. One particular day, he was handing back the quizzes for the second unit of the class. The final portion of the quiz involved an unlabeled map of Europe, on which we had to mark the locations associated with certain historical people or events. This unit had involved the rise of Christianity, so one of the locations to identify was “the birthplace of Christianity.”
Now, before Dr. Horgan handed them back, he gave his characteristic intro spiel on how he thought it went. He began by mentioning that this is a Christian campus and most of us, here, are Christians, then continued by saying, “So it might be important to know where Jesus Christ was born! And He was not born … in Turkey!”
He then went on to explain how the first time this happened – several years ago – he had written to the president of the university asking, “If my students don’t know where Jesus Christ was born, can I flunk them?” The answer he received was, “You can, only if it’s written on the syllabus.”
February 17, 2011
December 7, 2010
*You once were white, as dead from blight, I sought clothes in which to dress you, Was never harsh nor thrashed with whips, Yet my clothing you tore in two, Choosing, in spite, to wear the strips.
*As God’s own tongue, Woke Adam’s lung, On you, I chose life to bestow, By means of words, their meaning clear, But these, my words, you would not know, Nor hold my words to you as dear.
*Creature of spite, And sleepless night, You devoured my tape like bread, Wasted my ink and paper, too, Chewed up my scissors—now they’re dead, And at my mental health did hew.
*You’ve had your fun, But now it’s done, I mock you, sir, who once mocked me, My teacher, now, will have you scored, I leave you in her hands with glee, I’ve conquered you, my poster board.
This poem written by Josiah Scheck upon the event of completing his poster board presentation for General Psychology at Concordia University, Mequon. Written 12/06/2010.