Passing Stranger

ASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,

You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,

All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,

I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Who is/was Walt Whitman?

He was an american poet, essayist, and journalist.

What type of literature did he write?

Poems.

Is he a realist or a romanticist? Why?

He was a romanticist poet but writing at the start of the modern period. He started the free verse. 

o captain my captain.

193. O Captain! My Captain!

1 O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!	5
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
2 O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;	10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,	15
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
3 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;	20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

My best teachers.....

I would have to agree and disagree, I think that our parents are great teachers but are still learning themselves. Since our parents have been a teenager and been through everything we are going through right now and everything else were going to go through. That makes me think that they know everything that there is to know and that they can teach me anything and always have the correct answers. Sometimes this may be true but then again it can be very wrong. Say you have a problem in your life and you don't know what to do and you turn to your parents for help since you know that they have been through this already you think they have the correct answer. What you don't know is that this answer can dig you deeper and deeper than you already are in your problem. In the end I think that our parents are still learning as we grow up and make mistakes, our parents raising us is a growing and learning opportunity for them as well as for us.

Sophomore year

The start of my sophomore year has been interesting. I knew that it was going to be a lot of work to do at some points and time, but i have just begun feeling that everything is piling onto me. That I have something to do for every single class and with sports on top of it, its very hard to keep up with everything. This just means that I have to work harder and work longer to be able to get my work done. I really think that it will get better but I hope that it gets better really soon.