Showing posts with label non-fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label non-fiction. Show all posts

Monday, December 11, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 36: Sports "Sport Whip Cracking"

 
Hey, everyone.

So, I've got into the habit of copy and pasting these writing exercises a week in advance, and then adding the wheels the night before and spinning them then. I did that last night and got a genre, but then this morning I had another reminder of how I live in the past instead of the present and I was going to write about that. But then I decided, it would make for a better poem than a Reflection, especially since I have no idea of what I would exactly write except for the fact that I'm stuck in the past and have no present as a result, so... on with today's subject.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!





Today's genre is... Sports!

A'ight, so sports. I could write about NFL protests, but that's really more opinion or political than it is about sports. Which therefore leads me with just one thing to write about: sport whip cracking. Other than archery, it's the only other sport I'm into and it's not really "sport." It's more of a sport in the sense that cheerleading is a sport; that is to say, it has some of the elements of sports, but it really isn't a sport.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

Firstly, what is sport whip cracking? Well, you know what a whip is, and you know what it means to crack one, but what you may not know is that there are multiple ways to crack a whip. There's the front or circus crack, the reverse crack, the flick, the underhanded flick, the side flick, the cattleman's crack which is either the front or overhead crack depending on who you learn it from, there's the reverse overhead crack, there's the slow figure-8, the fast figure-8, the overhead figure-8, volleys, and it goes on. So, sport whip cracking is essentially the "art" of combining those cracks into a seamless choreography. But, sport cracking also consists in wrapping contests and cutting contests where people try to break uncooked pieces of pasta into as many pieces as possible. So, there's a lot to it.

Something else you may not know is that there are many different kinds of whips with regards to their designs and materials. I'm sure you know of leather whips, but in recent years, nylon or paracord whips have become the most popular due to the fact they cost only a fraction of leather whips and they don't require any maintenance. You can also make a whip out of duct tape.

But in terms of design, there are three main types: blacksnake, bull, and stock whips. The main differences between them is their handles and how they generate the force to crack. Blacksnakes are 100% limp all the way through the body, called the thong, and they're the heaviest of whips because they generate their crack by having their core be weighed down by shot. You will need some initial wrist movement to crack them, but they crack thanks to their significant weight. Snake whips are mostly used for target competitions and almost never for whip combinations since they're so hard to control.

Bullwhips are the most mainstream whip. You know Indiana Jones? He uses bullwhips. These whips don't have as much shot in their core and they have a stiffened handle but it's still contained within the whip's thong. There are whips called "woody" bullwhips which are bullwhips with an exposed wooden handle; they look pretty cool actually. In terms of competition, bullwhips are used in wrapping and sometimes targeting.

Stock whips are the lightest of whips and as a result crack by means of leverage. See, these whips are complete thongs with a very light core and then attached to a long, stiff handle by a connection known as a "joint." These whips are most common in the fancy choreographies because they can be whipped around so easily. A variant on the stock whip is the Florida cow whip, which I own. It's my best whip, although I only own two real whips.

Now there are other kinds of whips, like there are whip makers at Midwest Whips who make what's known as the "Performance Hybrid" which is like a stock and bullwhip combined into one. Unfortunately, they cost $90 for one, $120 for a pair, and it will take three months to make one. It will only take a week to make it, but the waiting list is the real time killer. As a result, many whip crackers, that's what we call ourselves, are also whip makers. It's not that hard, unless you want to get super fancy with the overlay, but it is time consuming. I've made two duct tape whips myself, and it took me a week to make them.


Now, let me clear up some misconceptions about the whip:

1. When you the whip is used, it never comes into contact with whatever you're cracking at. See, the whip can only crack so long as its flight is uninterrupted. The energy has to roll down from your arm and hand into the handle and down along the thong, into the fall and then corkscrew at the cracker where the whip ends. That's how it cracks. You can hit your target after the fact, which is what most people are doing, it's just that the target is hit so soon after the crack that they seem to be happening at the same time.

2. Not all whip crackers are weird sex perverts. In fact, I know a whip maker at 21st Century Whips who if he finds out you're into that sort of crap, he'll refuse to make you a whip because he doesn't want his work used in that way. We're also not all Indiana Jones wanna-bes. We may have gotten into whips because of Indiana Jones, but we stuck around for the love of the whip.

3. Which brings up another good point; while you can wrap the end of your whip around a target and potentially grab an object, it's not always a certainty and you can't actually swing from whips. Adam "Crack" Winrich once made a whip for the sole purpose of swinging, but no natural whip can be swung on; they'll break.

4. Whips cannot be used as weapons. There's only one whip cracker that I know of, Anthony DeLongis, who says they can be used as weapons or in the case of self-defense. Now, while he does have some good points, Anthony DeLongis is a very experienced martial artist. The average person is better off with mace or a firearm than using a whip.

***
 
Stop the clock! Hm. 4:20 left. (Blaze it!) I stopped there because I couldn't think of anything else to add without getting into the fine details of whip cracking. Heck, my explanation on how a whip cracks is an extremely quick and dirty and simplified version. In fact, I only explained the physical theory on how a whip cracks and not the actual technical mechanics of how a whip cracks but that would've involved going into the bellies, plaiting, and how they control the core, and you don't need to know all that. Hell, most crackers don't even need to know how the whip cracks, they just need to know how to do it.
 

Oh, one last thing: yes, whips do break the sound barrier. Some estimates put their actual speed at past Mach 2 and if you watch the end of a whip carefully, you can actually see the sonic boom occur. It's much easier to see if the cracker is wet.
 
But anyway, that's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

More About Bryan C. Laesch:

My Works:

Amazon: My Author Page, My Influencer Page
Facebook: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar
Patreon: Bryan C. Laesch
Twitter: BryanofallTrade
Youtube: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar

Friday, December 8, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 33: Reflection "The True Meaning of Christmas, Part II"

 
Hey, everyone.

So, I'm still feeling down and out over my problems. I was originally going to write a second part to the whole true meaning of Christmas, but I can't for the life of me remember what I was going to write. It sounds like a horrible shame, but the thought I had was barely there to begin with so it's no wonder it only took me two days to lose it. But, if the wheel gives me reflection again, I'll try to reclaim it.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!





Today's genre is... Reflection.

Huh. Well, then. So, I just reread my last reflection to see if it would kindle anything... it might have. Let's see.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go.

So, I did write something originally, but it wasn't any good. So, I just did some elementary research and restarted my time. According to what I found, the simple answer to the true meaning of Christmas is that God gave Himself to us out of His great love. But, the part that intrigues is the part about how God made Himself manifest into a living body and was born. God, the Word Eternal, as Great and as Mighty and as Terrible as He is and can be, humbled Himself to our level for the sake of our salvation.

This is an interesting thought because how many of us would humble ourselves in such a way? How many of us would become dogs to save them? Well, probably a bunch of us. A lot of people would do whatever they needed to if it meant saving their beloved pet. So, what about insects then? Perhaps that's a better comparison. When you compare the greatness of a human, everything we are and everything we can do, are we not like gods to insects? And would not compressing ourselves down into their form with their puny minds be a humble act? It definitely would be for one as arrogant as me.

Is this the true meaning of Christmas then? To humble ourselves before God? Jesus did lead by example; the Son became one of us to show us the Way. Seems like it; even the Catechism of the Catholic Church, at paragraph 526, says "To become a child in relation to God is the condition for entering the kingdom. For this, we must humble ourselves and become little."

There's a passage after that that is quoted from the Liturgy of the Hours. The part that interests me is "We have been made sharers in the divinity of Christ who humbled himself to share our humanity." God shared his divinity by sharing in our humanity. Humanity and divinity. Sharing. The dual nature of Christ, both fully man and fully God. Is this the true meaning of Christmas? The sharing of our humanity and God's sharing of his divinity? By getting into and sharing the Christmas spirit, we are sharing both human and divine behaviors? After all, we can't say we're sharing our divine nature since we aren't divine, we aren't gods, but if God shares his divinity with us, does that not make us divine to some small extent? After all, Jesus told us to forsake this world for his work, to pick up our cross and follow him. Can the word "divine" be applied to all beings in Heaven? Can "divine" be used in reference to the work that we carry out and the spirit we carry during Christmas? I don't know. I feel like I might be committing sacrilege here.

But, to share the divine and the human, that seems to be the reason of the season. Find God's divine meaning in ourselves and then sharing that with everyone else. It reminds me of a song called "The Mundane And The Magic." It's by a melodic death metal band called Dark Tranquillity (< and no, that is not a typo). There's a lyric in the song that goes "If I could merge the mundane and the magic / we'd forge a new unknown." ...I think that might be it.

***
 
Well, I would say stop the clock, but what with trying this over and then already stopping it before I even made the last few lines, it really has no meaning. Well, I don't know if what I wrote is sacrilegious and completely crazy, but I do feel like I touched the ethereal barrier and that I may have come closer to solving what this whole religion business is all about. It is something that has cross my mind before; the purpose of religion, the meaning of religion, and what it's supposed to mean. All too often, people say a religion should do "this" because that's just the way of the world, but that's not the point of religion. Do you remember what Jesus said to Peter when he told them he was going to be crucified and Peter said he wouldn't allow it? Jesus said, "Get behind me, Satan! You're thinking as man does, not as God does for the ways of man are not the ways of God." Yeah, keep that in mind next time you go criticize Christianity. Anyway... 
 
That's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

More About Bryan C. Laesch:

My Works:

Amazon: My Author Page, My Influencer Page
Facebook: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar
Patreon: Bryan C. Laesch
Twitter: BryanofallTrade
Youtube: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 30: Reflection "The True Meaning of Christmas"

 
Hey, everyone.

Well, today's a non-fiction day, so let's see what the wheel of genres has cracking for me today.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!




Today's topic is... Reflection! Now, that's interesting.

For the past half a week, I've had many things go through my head, but they were all very religious. This doesn't mean that I'm not going to write about them, I'm just not going to write about them here in Flash Stories & Poetry. I do intend on getting more religious with some of my posts on my blog, but not through this channel. However, having said that, there is a religious/secular reflection I can do today, something that I've thought about a bit since December started: The True Meaning of Christmas.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

This is something we hear about every year at this time: the true meaning of Christmas. We are often told that Christ is the reason for the season, but what does that really mean? Is it just coincidence, careful Church planning to cover up an old pagan holiday, or does it go much deeper than that?

Once upon a time, two Baptists came to my house, advocating the opening of their new church which is funny because they said their message wasn't about churches, but a relationship with Christ. When my sister let the cat out of the bag that we were Catholic, the one, old guy who had been silent up until that point asked her if she understood the meaning of John 3:16. For those who don't know, John 3:16 is "For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him might not perish but might have eternal life."

Now, this question confused the dickens out of me and still does. At the time, I hadn't committed John 3:16 to memory, but I was definitely familiar with the passage. But what this question has to do with us being Catholic versus what those two old, Baptist farts were getting at, I have no idea. One of the things Catholics are often criticized for is not knowing their religion, but even if my sister and I didn't understand our faith, I don't understand how John 3:16 would have offered us any guidance.

But is John 3:16 relevant to the true meaning of Christmas? Well, perhaps; God gave us his Son so that we could all be saved, that is to say, live forever rather than die forever. Does this mean then that the true meaning of Christmas is a giving of one's self to the totality of another out of love? Perhaps, although I would argue that that would be the meaning of Easter, but Easter really is more of the celebration of God's consummate victory over evil and the opening of Heaven for us. (But is that so different from Christmas? Perhaps they both carry the same meaning.) So, perhaps the true meaning of Christmas is the celebration of such a deep and divine love that it translates into everyone's personal salvation, meaning that we are to give of ourselves so deeply that we would also send ourselves through Hell for the rest of world?

Maybe. One of the problems here is the temptation to overthink and overcomplicate the issue. Perhaps it is more of a reminder that we shouldn't get caught up in the commercialism side of the holiday, and remember that the tradition of giving and receiving gifts isn't what it's all about, but rather the gifting of ourselves to each other. The gifts are only there to be symbols of our love for one another. I tell you, as one who doesn't have a lot of money this year and is worried about having enough money for gifts for those on my list, this sort of reflection does bring me some solace in that it reminds me not to focus on how much I spend for those I care about, but rather the thought I put into what I get them.

Hmm, unfortunately, I'm not sure what else I can say about this as I worry that if I analyze it any further, I'm going to either be beating a dead horse or end up losing the plot. So, rather than do that, perhaps it is enough that my mind knows what the true meaning of Christmas is, and for now I must let my heart and spirit process and internalize it so that I may carry the spirit of the season all throughout the year.

***
 
Okay, that only took about twenty minutes. I apologize for writing so short a piece, but I got reflection and this is one of those things that was on my mind. To some extent, I'm worried that this is so "Duh!" worthy, not many people will get any use out of it. I don't want to write about things that people already know about, but perhaps some people need the reminder.
 
But anyway, that's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

More About Bryan C. Laesch:

My Works:

Amazon: My Author Page, My Influencer Page
Facebook: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar
Patreon: Bryan C. Laesch
Twitter: BryanofallTrade
Youtube: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 27: Creative Non-fiction "How I Finished My Book"

 
Hey, everyone.

So, today is a non-fiction day, and it was originally my intention to take my last non-fiction piece and split it into two parts. You know, the story about how I decided to become a writer. So, then, I was like, "Crap. What do I do now?" Well, seeing as how there are so many sites out there that talk about helping people finish their books, I thought I might take a whack at it and tell you all how it was that I managed to finish my first book Remnants of Chaos: Chaotic Omens. Buy it here. So, let's giddy up!

Today's topic is... Creative Non-fiction.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

I originally started writing Remnants of Chaos: Chaotic Omens in December 2007. I was inspired by a mixture of music from the band Nightwish and the video game series Devil May Cry. I had a vision for a story about demon slayers in a gothic setting with over-the-top action. It would be my first real try at writing a book. So, I went ahead and did some research on character names and came up with Azrael Chaos and Nissa Omen, I bastardized some Latin to make a monastic order, the Maleiorcum, and I was away. Problem is, a few weeks later I was done in by a crappy floppy disk. And it was right after I had written a spectacular scene, too.

I halted progress on the book for a year and three months. During that time, I did a lot of thinking about the book, the characters, the plot, and everything else. Finally, in about March or April of 2009, I twisted my parents' arm to buy me a high school graduation present, which I should have received two years earlier, and I got a laptop. A brand new Dell Inspiron 1545 with a red top, and it was beautiful. Definitely better than the HP POS I'm writing on now. I nicknamed it the Red Queen after Nero's sword from Devil May Cry 4, and not the CPU from Resident Evil. A few days later, I had downloaded some songs from my friend Alysa, and I re-wrote the first chapter of ROCCO in a single sitting all to Michael Jackson's "Thriller." I then named the chapter "Ballroom Blitz" after The Sweet's song.

From there, I soldiered on. I shared parts of it with my friend Mary and with the members of my Youth Group, but I wasn't using an outline, and predictably, I stopped working on it. A year or two later, I was terribly bored one summer and as a result, depressed. Out of desperation, I turned back to ROCCO and taking inspiration from my recent stint with Unisoft's Assassin's Creed series, I aimed the book in the direction of Italy and introduced a character based off myself who resembled a member of the Assassin Order. And so I made more progress, and I beat back my depression.

I don't remember what happened after that, but eventually, I found myself staring at my last year at Wayne State, 2014-2015. And due to my schedule, I had a huge three or four hour gap right in the middle of a couple of days. Well, I wasn't going to go home because I lived too far, so I had to use my time wisely and I decided to spend that time writing ROCCO. It's strange, because I can remember writing ROCCO at Wayne's library, but also working on lines from the final scene at the job I had the summer before. I can remember spending the night at the Grosse Pointe Hunt Club, watching over millions of dollars in horses, and writing lines for ROCCO by hand in the wee hours of the morning. So maybe I did some writing for ROCCO the year before actually, the school year of 2013-2014. That doesn't matter. So then, what does?

Well, I managed to finish ROCCO around that time and I even submitted it to TOR publishing. They didn't want it. It's fine; my fault. I called it a dark fantasy when it's actually a Gothic Epic. But the point is, is that I didn't sign up for some webinar or for some online class in order to write and finish my book. I finished my book out of sheer determination and will. I forced myself to write even when I didn't want to. I didn't listen to anyone's fancy advice; I just saw a lot of time available to me and a way I could use it. I wanted to finish my book, so I did.

Now, it is true that since 2015, it has been uploaded to Inkitt and it has gone through multiple revisions. The original draft was 206K words; average novel length is 90K, 110K if you're writing a sci-fi or fantasy novel. So, in steps, I did manage to whittle it down to about 150K. But, I tell you, even to this day, even with it published on Amazon, I'm still making edits and corrections. There's one really big edit I have to make regarding its commas, but no one seems to have noticed it, so that issue is on the back burner, but it is something I'm going to have to address eventually.

But, like I said, the point is, is that I "finished" my novel under my own will power. It took me eight years, a buttload of editing after that, and even editing it now, but I finished it by myself with no support, no webinar, no master class. And here's the thing, so can you. You might think you need a subscription to a group or a mentor so you can stay on task, but you don't. You just need to make your own way. Think of it like this: if it's really that important to you, you'll get it done.

***
 
Stop the clock! Eight and a half minutes left. I think it's better I ended there than try to lengthen it. It does feel short, but I was starting to beat a dead horse toward the end there. But anyway, that's how I finished my book.
 
So, that's it for today. If you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

More About Bryan C. Laesch:

My Works:

Amazon: My Author Page, My Influencer Page
Facebook: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar
Patreon: Bryan C. Laesch
Twitter: BryanofallTrade
Youtube: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 24: Creative Non-fiction "How I Became A Writer"

 
Hey, everyone.

I'm still writing about the importance of writing earnestly and for whatever reason, I'm still procrastinating. Oh, boy. Anyway, today will be a creative non-fiction day where I shall regale you of stories from my creative past and what experiences led to me becoming a writer. So...

Today's topic is... Creative Non-Fiction.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

I don't remember entirely how it happened, but I do know that there were a few experiences that led to me becoming serious as a writer. There are events and stories going back to my grade school and middle school days, but those are paltry compared to what happened when I made it into high school. Now, when I was in high school, I was still under the impression I would become an engineer like my Old Man. Not because that's what I wanted to do, but because I was good in science and math. My future looked bright in both subjects. But then, something happened my Sophomore year.

In my second year of high school, which was much easier than my first, I took Honors Literature. The funny thing about this class was that the two main things we learned about were short stories and poetry. One of our big assignments for the first semester was to write a short story about something that happened to us but from the perspective of somebody other than ourselves. I wrote about the time I thought I was being clever and told my parents that my grandparents had agreed to take me to the church festival when actually they hadn't. See, the church festival was just down the street, but my parents wouldn't let me go alone. They eventually found out about my little lie when they thought it was getting late and called my grandparents. I was grounded for a month. Anyway, I also want to say that there was another short story I wrote then, but I don't remember what it was about. All I remember is that it had to be less than 750 words which was difficult for me at the time.

Later that year, we had to write poetry and I came up with some banging pieces and put it together in a volume called Poetry that Rocks!!!!! I was getting big into Rock and Heavy Metal at the time. Anyway, the experience showed me how good of a writer I could be, and I learned to love literature. This was also the year I started to really get into history. I was still good in math and science, but now I was equally competent in English and history.

Come Junior year, I found myself at Bishop Foley because Notre Dame was closed. One of the big differences between the two schools was that Foley was more difficult academically. I actually slipped a little in my science courses, that year I took Chemistry, and I almost failed my math class, Honors Geometry and Trig II; that was the first and last honors math course I ever took. Unfortunately, I only did marginally better in my AP Euro History course and Honors Brit. Lit, but I had fun in those classes versus Chemistry and Honors Geometry where I didn't. Chemistry eventually levelled out, but Honors Geometry continued to plague me. I have no idea why I struggled so much in that class, but I did. I took regular Pre-Calc. the next year and was the second best in all classes across the board. I was almost the best in fact, but that's a different story.

Going back to Honors Brit Lit, I had a little meeting with my teacher Ms. Welicko after our first little writing homework assignment. She told me I was a strong writer and had a talent for the "craft." I was also one of the few boys from ND that she liked. Apparently, the rest of them pissed her off. Anyway, Ms. Welicko was the moderator for an after school club called Rhapsody which was the school's literary/art/photography publication. We would collect people's works as well as add our own, and then make a magazine of sorts out of it and sell it at the end of the year, sort of like the school's paper, but we only came out with a single issue every year. I wrote a few pieces for that and that gave me more of a taste for writing, not to mention all the good Brit lit I read in class.

Senior year I took AP English and in my second semester, I took Creative Writing where I really got to cut my teeth on writing. My teacher, whose name I can't spell so I'll just call her Mrs. S., was really impressed with my writing. Like, really, really impressed. One of the best compliments I've ever gotten on my writing came from her, "If I had known a student of your skill was in the school, I would've hunted you down and made you join the paper." Mrs. S. was the moderator for our school's paper. But I mean, talk about a feather in your cap. I didn't win "Best Writer" award in the Senior elections, but recognition from Mrs. S. is probably better. I even won an award, which surprised me, for my creative writing. There was an awards/honors dinner at the end of the year, and I was named the winner for my work. Suck on that, Pat Higgins. (No, but Pat was a cool guy.)

Skipping ahead into college, I took the Fall semester off so I could try to sell Cutco professionally--didn't work out, but I was back in school my Winter semester. Unfortunately, I hadn't been to see my counselor and didn't know what classes I needed to take, so I registered for them all blindly on the spot. One of the classes was a Creative Writing class. My professor, Dr. Brooks, was my first encounter with a real writer in the wide open world. She was a bit weird, but I enjoyed the hell out of her class. She loved my writing, especially the creative non-fiction I wrote talking about my high school crush. I hadn't re-read it before I submitted it and I thought it sounded whiny. I thought my classmates were going to tear me a new one when my piece was workshopped. They didn't; they thought it was hilarious, and my professor admitted that I had a unique perspective that lends itself well to writing: the perspective of being on the outside and looking in.

When the class came to a close, Dr. Brooks gave us all feedback on our writing over the semester and one of her pieces to me was she said she wouldn't be surprised if I ended up being published some day. That made me feel really good. And while it is true that I am published today, that is self-publishing which doesn't quite have the prestige of traditional which is probably what she was talking about. But regardless, because of that class, because of the three previous years I had in high school, I was "ruined." I was on the path to become a writer. Engineering and reliable careers be damned! So, what's all this got to do with you, dear reader?

I didn't write this piece to relive my glory days, but to impart a bit of advice. I graduated in 2007 and I took that creative writing class in '08. I only recently self-published my own books and I only recently started keeping a blog. I wasted 9 to 10 years of my life doing the easy thing rather than working on my talent and skill. Just think of how far I would be if I had given myself the beans and started writing as if it were a career and not just some thing that I'm going to do somewhere in the foggy future. And that's the point of this story: don't rest, don't sit, don't do the easy thing; for the love of God, write. Write, damn you! Everyday is an opportunity for greatness; use it!

***
 
Stop the clock. Little less than a minute left. I must admit, that isn't the glorious ending I wanted, but it does get my point across. Hopefully, you've learned something from my story.
 
But anyway, that's it for today. If you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

More About Bryan C. Laesch:

My Works:

Amazon: My Author Page, My Influencer Page
Facebook: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar
Patreon: Bryan C. Laesch
Twitter: BryanofallTrade
Youtube: Bryan C. Laesch, Bawdy Scholar

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 21: Reflection "High School Reunion"


Hey, everyone.

So, last night was my high school reunion. It was... interesting, to say the least, for good and disappointing reasons alike. So today, I'm going to write a reflection on how it went and what happened. Unfortunately, I fear I may paint a bad picture of it. I left two hours after it was supposed to end, most of us did because nobody told us to GTFO, but to be honest, three hours is far too short for a high school reunion, so I got home sometime after one, and didn't get to bed till three. Then I had to get up this morning at 9:30 for church, so I'm sleep deprived, and when I get like this, I get very melancholy. But to be honest, again, I think I may just be an angsty teenager at heart. Anyway...

Today's topic is... Reflection.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go.

At first, I wasn't going to write about my reunion because I was afraid of writing something that was incorrect. I wanted to process last night a little bit more, but the best method for me to process something is to write about it, allora (Italian for "so"), I must process it by processing it. So, first question: did I learn the lesson that I feel like I'm missing from ten years ago? Maybe, it's hard to say. I did learn a lesson from last night and that is that a high school reunion isn't high school, which is a weird thing to say because it's so obvious, but when you haven't seen certain people in a decade, you don't expect them to have changed. Time moves for you, but not for them. So when people look different, sound different, act different, or talk about things like being married and having children, it's a very strange phenomenon. You just don't expect any one to ever actually change. Some people don't. There was a guy or two who looked and sounded just like they did back in HS, but most people were different in some way or another.

Another thing that "got" to me was that I thought I had a handle on what certain people were like, and either I clearly didn't, or they get a couple of beers in them and they just act like a bunch of rowdy college students, which is possible, but most of us have graduated already. That time in our lives is over. So, it was super weird for me to see people I thought I knew act in a way contrary to my "knowledge", but it was also unusual because it wasn't that dissimilar from a Laesch family party--there was something oddly familiar about it. It felt at home, but not quite.

So, besides being disoriented and learning that time has passed for everyone else, was there anything good that happened to me? Well, I explained to like four or five different people that I was writing now. They all seemed pretty impressed, but I don't know if I made any sales. My Old Man told me that people at a 10 year reunion are most likely going to want to brag about all the great things they've done. That wasn't my experience. Rarely ever did I get the other side of the conversation and find out what the person opposite me is doing now because conversations would be disrupted and my piece was just so damn long. So, I felt like I did a lot of talking, but didn't get to find out anything other than a lot of people live in and around Ann Arbor. Apparently, that place is jumping. But, there was one thing about the evening that was wholly unexpected.

For starters, I had two guests; we were allowed to bring a "guest" which was either actually a guest or a date. My two were actually friends from the year behind us, and I thought I was going to be the only one who did that; I wasn't. Someone from my class actually married a girl from the year behind us and brought her with him. For a long time, I didn't recognize her. I just thought she was loud, drunk, and obnoxious. Eventually I recognized her and I had a whole new impression of who she was... as loud, drunk, and obnoxious. But, not quite.

See, I started playing that bean bag version of horse shoes with my two guests and I played both teams. Later, the one girl joined in, and it was fun. But then, while we're playing, she starts talking to me about what she did in college, how she went from Vet Tech to hospitality, which is a weird change. But, she talked to me at such length about it that I couldn't help but think, "Has she forgotten about the game?" The other thing I thought was that she wasn't nearly as loud, drunk, and as obnoxious as I thought. She could be quite normal when she wanted to, and I was very surprised at how easily she just carried a conversation with me, much more so than some of my classmates. Perhaps it was the booze.

Anyway, at the end of the night as I'm leaving with my guests, she was our last stop for goodbyes, and she gave all three of us a hug; it surprised me because why would you give someone you barely knew a hug? None of my former classmates gave me a hug, but alright, we can do that. And since I don't believe in giving wimpy hugs, I squeezed her as I am wont to do--I accidentally spilled her wine. But she was completely fine with it saying that she liked the "tightness." She probably meant that she liked be hugged so tightly; she was a little spiffed. So she put her wine down, and came back for a second hug, and she let me have it, so I likewise had to give her the beans. It was definitely one of the best hugs I've had in a while. And as we parted, I told her she was the surprise of the night, which she thought was very sweet, although I didn't specify whether or not the surprise was pleasant. I mean, it was and it wasn't. It was more so pleasing than not.

Unfortunately, I didn't get any of the things done I had planned for the evening. I wanted to ask for a new alumni card, completely forgot. There was someone I wanted to apologize to, Amanda S. (from her maiden name), she wasn't there, so Amanda if you ever read this, I'm sorry for being a douche in high school. And the one person I wanted to see wasn't there, so that was a major bummer. Lastly, I wanted to have fun; did I? I don't know. It doesn't feel like I did, but the party was definitely off the hook and I felt like it was worth it. However, after months of staying home on Saturday night, watching Ghost Adventures, I was pretty desperate to do anything else with my Saturday night. I also don't feel like I made the impression I was hoping to make, that it got lost or ignored or never had the opportunity to come out, but with my sort of reserved energy, the kind where you can only get to know it one-on-one, it gets lost among all the people and booze and partying. Which means that if I ever hope to make the impression I want to, I'm going to need a venue that favors my energy. Oh, wait a minute; you're looking at it! There's nothing for it, then; I'm just going to have to keep writing.

I'm still left with a lingering thought or meditation, and that is the "implied importance of high school." We're told high school is a big deal in our culture, we have hundreds of movies that center around it, and we even feel the need to memorialize our experience by having reunions every so many years. My question is, is high school actually that important to us, or do we just think it is because we're told that, hence becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy? It's hard to say for a lot of reasons, but for one unexpected reason for me and my classmates is that it's because our class was so small, 110 or less. So, we all knew each other more or less. We all knew about the great things we had done, the great things we wanted to do, and the great things we hoped to achieve, and amongst that aura of potential is an unhinged, immature spirit of invincibility and inevitable victory--our collective will manifested as an unstoppable force and immovable object. Did we fall victim to the implied importance of high school and fail at the climax of life, or did we meet it and not only succeed, but exceed, the climax?

That question is going to drive me nuts for years, not because I don't have an answer, but because I want to do my part in making sure I fulfill my end of it.

***
 
Alright, that's enough. I would say stop the clock, but I paused my timer at some point and I didn't hit resume, so it's possible I wrote over time or I'm stopping in time. And then I went back and added some stuff.
 

I'm going to try distancing myself from the high school theme for a while. I mean, I did get some good intel regarding a few projects I have in the works, but that intel is for my books, not my blog. So, I think this week's theme will be the importance of writing earnestly. Seeing everybody at the reunion and telling them what I was up to, it's kind of like, oh sh*t, now I have to deliver on the writing goods. They'll be expecting it. It's time to get some stuff done. Plus, it's just where I belong.

Keep writing, my friends.

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Thursday, November 23, 2017

Flash Stories & Poetry Day 18: Reflection "Lesson to Learn"



Hey, everyone, and Happy Thanksgiving.

Now, for today's writing exercise, I'm going to be doing something a bit different. Typically I spin the wheel and write as whatever genre I've been given, but since today is a non-fiction day, I'm actually going to do a reflection. On what? Well, my high school days, yet again. I really hope I don't sound like a broken record, but again, they do say your high school years are some of the most formative in your life and I do feel like something larger happened to me than the average high schooler, but there's a point beyond that. So, let's get started, and since I do tend to wax philosophic occasionally, I'll still be timing myself so I can stay on task.

So, today's topic is... Reflection "Lesson to Learn."

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go.

Now, like I said, some say your high school days are some of the most formative of your life, and I feel like mine were no exception. See, I attended Notre Dame High School in Harper Woods, and I loved it there. Sure, there were one or two people I had problems with, but for the most part, I relished my time at ND. I never used to like school until I went to ND. I wouldn't say it felt like home, but it did feel right and good in a way I can't explain.

Now, in March of my Sophomore year, right in the middle of our spirit week which we called Irish Week and celebrated during the week of St. Patrick's Day, a news story broke that wasn't supposed to yet where Cardinal Maida, the archbishop of Detroit at the time, would be closing 15 Catholic schools throughout the Archdiocese of Detroit due to money problems, and the schools that were closed included grade schools and high schools alike.

When my mother told me the news in the morning, I refused to believe it. But when I got to school that day, it was the only thing on everybody's lips. Nobody knew anything except for rumors, but at about 8:00 when our first class was supposed to start, Mr. Kuhn, one of our advisors, walked the halls and told everyone to gather in the gym. We were supposed to have some sort of spirit week activity in there, I don't remember what it was, but we were separated by class. Fr. Sadjak, who was principal the year before and my Latin teacher for the two years I was there, led us off in prayer where the emotions of the situation did overwhelm some of us. Course though, no one actually broke down because we were an all guys school. But the next few hours descended into a spirit week activity/bonding session as we all pledged to do what we could to prevent the school from closing. It was extremely heart-warming. Unfortunately, as can be guessed, we failed and were forced to disperse.

Angry at the world and wanting some form of retribution for what we lost, we took our anger out on others leading to a not-so-positive reputation at the school that most of us would go on to attend, Bishop Foley Catholic High School in Madison Heights. One teacher, upon finding out that a student she didn't know at the time was from ND was from ND, asked him, "Are you bitter, too?" Course when we all heard that, we wanted to slap the sh*t out of her. But, it was true; we were bitter. Some of us did assimilate into Foley, but most of us were loathed the experience. By Senior year, we had settled down, but Foley never met our expectations and was always worse than ND in practically every way. Attending Foley at the time felt like insult to injury. The world had curb stomped us, and then kicked us in the nuts while we lay in the gutter.

But as I look back, I can now see that things weren't that bad, and I do greatly regret my actions at the time. Foley welcomed us with open arms; some of the administration was pretentious as hell, but the student body and a good number of the teachers were fantastic and understanding. Looking at my year book, a number of people mentioning that they were glad I chose Foley after ND closed. What's funny about that is that I didn't choose Foley, my parents did. But as my Senior year was coming to a close, even then I began to regret who I was and what I had done. It was at that time that I could feel a change, and part of me didn't want to leave.

In the animated web series RWBY, a character loses the lower half of her arm in battle. A prosthetic arm is supplied to her, but she doesn't try it on. Everyone wants to see her return to "normal," but as she says, having lost her arm, that was her new "normal." At which point, her father says "Normal is what you make of it." He goes on to explain that just because something terrible has happened to you, that doesn't have to stop you from being who you want to become. It would've been great to have that piece of advice back then, but as a headstrong kid in my teens, all I wanted was revenge or to just surrender to life. I wanted Notre Dame back, and I would've done anything, no matter how impossible, to get it back. But, I never would, so I grieved.

Ten years after the fact, I am left with a pile of regret, but my reunion offers me a chance to set things right. That's one of the reasons why I'm going. Some people I do need to apologize to, and others I just have to show them that I'm not just a hardass and that I would take something valuable away from my experience there. But there's something else.

As you can tell, losing ND and going to Foley has had a great effect on me. I can't shut up about it and I can't stop thinking about it. I can't rest on it. Why? Is it just because I'm an INTJ and we think everything to death? Possibly. But, I have a feeling that the experience was meant to teach my something. I was supposed to learn something or do something, and I didn't and that bothers me. The whole experience was far too significant to just have been a random occurrence. What is it that I'm missing? I don't know, but I feel like I'll have a chance to accomplish whatever my task is at the reunion. Sure, I do get the feeling that it would've been easier ten years ago, but I think there's still a chance. That's another reason why I'm going.

Some of the people from Foley have been on my mind lately; one of them has been up there for longer than I care to admit. The psychics say there could be a connection between me and them, or that something important happened to them in their lives, but regardless, I want to know. I want to be enlightened. What is it about them that I can't forget them, that makes me miss them when I barely knew them, and that makes me want to see them so badly? I have a task to complete. I just have to make sure I don't fall back into my old habits when I get there and start acting the wallflower.

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Alright. Can't say stop the clock as I did go over time. Not a lot though, maybe just a minute.

Anyway, I've got stuff to do during this holiday. Wish me luck at my reunion and pray that I find the answers I'm looking for or that I can finally find peace on this matter.

Keep writing, my friends.

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Monday, November 20, 2017

Flash Fiction & Poetry Day 15: Sports "A Beginner's Guide to Archery"


Hey, everyone.

It's time for today's writing challenge and today, I'm using the non-fiction wheel, so this will be interesting. Let's see what happens.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!





Today's topic is... Sports! You know, I just had a thought; what do I mean when I say "Sports?" Do I mean I'm going to talk sports like another man, or that I'm going to talk about the sports I do, or am I just going to talk about whatever I want about sports which I can do because it's so vague here? Well, I can't talk about sporting teams because I don't know anything, so that means I'm going to have to come up with something else. And to be perfectly honest, I do have an interest in some sports, such as archery and firearms which means I can talk about them. In fact, I had the idea of doing a beginner's guide to traditional archery and I wanted it done before Christmas, but I don't know if I will get it done. So, let's see if I can get a little abridged version out as a sort of test.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

1. The Bow--The first thing you need to know all about in archery is the bow--the arch part in archery. Unfortunately, we can talk at length about bows, but for the sake of simplicity, when you're getting into archery, there are two main different kinds of bows you're going to come across: one if the longbow and the other is the recurve. What's the difference? Well, in terms of looks, the recurve's limb tips are curved away from the archer, although there are some longbows that do have this feature. What then is the difference? Well, the recurve limb tips curve away at sharper angle. Why do recurves have this feature? The argument is that because it puts more tension on the bow stave when strung and drawn meaning it will snap forward faster when the string is released and it will impart more energy to the arrow making it faster. In theory, if you have a recurve and longbow of comparative size, weight, material, and manufacturing, the recurve will be the "better" bow because of the curved limb tips.

1a. Now, with that settled, there's another two major different kinds of bows concept out there, and it's whether the bow you have is target bow or a hunting bow. Why does that matter? Generally, target bows will have lighter draw weights, the pressure required to pull the string back while pushing the bow stave forward, and target bows are more likely to be made from plastic or aluminum. Hunting bows almost always have higher draw weights and are made of wood, although they can be made from a composition of materials. One of my hunting recurves has a fiberglass backing on its limbs. The other major difference between hunting and target bows is that target bows are generally more inherently accurate, but hunting bows are generally cheaper. So, there are trade-offs with each kind of bow.

2. The Arrow--The second most important part of archery is the arrow, your ammunition. But how complicated can that be? Well, it can be very complicated. For starters, what kind of arrows do you get when you start shooting: aluminum, wood, or carbon fiber? Well again, each material has its pros and cons. Starting with wood, it's cheap and light weight which means it will fly faster and farther, but very few fletcher or even arrow making companies make arrows out of wood anywhere. True, it is a readily available material, but wood arrows break and snap, and believe me, as you shoot, you're going to miss so that means replacing your arrows quite often.

Aluminum arrows are cheap and readily available too, and bonus, they don't break, but aluminum arrows are heavy and will fly slower, and they do bend which means you'll have to straighten them as necessary, and once bent, an aluminum shaft will never be as strong as it once was. This brings us to carbon (fiber), what is widely regarded as the best material for arrows. It's strong, light weight, and doesn't bend. However, it does break, and carbon fiber is the most expensive option of the three, but you can find carbon arrows in a variety of prices. They can be had cheap.

2a. Now that you have a material chosen, how long do you make/cut your arrows? This is usually decided by how long your draw length is, the length from the arrow rest to your anchor point which is where you are going to draw your arrow back to every time you draw. The reason why is so that you create consistency between your shots and with practice, it will make you more accurate. Not to mention, it does help improve your aim. For most people, their anchor point is the tip of their middle finger in the corner of their mouth. Once you have that spot, now all you have to do is measure it and there are various ways of doing that which I won't go into here.

2b. But there is another thing you have to consider and that is the spine, or stiffness, of your arrow's shaft. How do you know which spine you need? Well, first you need to know what the poundage of your bow is because that's how arrow makers sell their shafts. If your bow has a draw of 38 lbs at 28 inches, then you will most likely need an arrow with a spine that fits a bow drawing somewhere between 35 and 45 pounds at 28 inches. Don't worry about picking up the right shafts; they'll be marked.

2c. Now we get to the fletchings, or the little feathers at the end of the shaft. Sometimes they're not actually feathers and are instead plastic triangles called "vanes." What's the difference between vanes and feathers? Well, not much. They do the same job, but if you do a lot of indoor shooting as opposed to outdoor shooting, you can invest in vanes instead of feathers as feathers fight the wind better when it comes to keeping your arrow flying straight. The other thing you need to keep in mind is that the longer and heavier your arrow, along with the worse or more inclement weather you're shooting in, the longer and more natural your fletchings should be. To keep things simple, I just recommend you go with feathers.

2c-a. And speaking of feathers, when you get your arrows fletched, you can choose the colors and number of your fletchings. Most people have three fletchings, but you can have four. If you're hunting birds, it will behoove you to have six or more, but you'll also need a special arrow for that called a flu-flu arrow. But if you have only three fletchings, something you have to keep in mind is that you're going to have two hen feathers and one cock feather. The cock feather will always line up with your arrow's nock and will tell you which way to nock your arrow. Pro tip: your cock feather will always point away from your bow with the two hen feathers pointed towards it. So, for this reason, it isn't uncommon for archers to get their cock and hen feathers in different colors to make nocking their arrows easier.

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Stop the clock! Geez, I barely scratched the service here. If you're wondering, I only have thirty seconds left, but that is not enough to go on to the next point. Also, I apologize for being all over the place. Unfortunately, I took a nap before I started writing this and I still feel very drowsy. I also feel very hot. I don't know what my deal is. But, I didn't think that went too badly. It did show me that there are a lot of things to talk about when writing a book about archery. In fact, it might behoove me to have a section per chapter on all the different vocab words a person will need to know as they learn about archery. That would definitely help.

But anyway, that's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

See you tomorrow.


Keep writing, my friends.

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Friday, November 17, 2017

Flash Fiction & Poetry Day 12: Opinion "Power Ballads"


Hey, everyone.

Time for today's writing exercise. And today I will be using the non-fiction wheel. It doesn't have as many genres as the other two, but that shouldn't blunt the point of all this too badly. So let's crack on.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!





Today's topic is... Opinion. Oh, balls. Why "oh, balls?" Sure, opinion is easy enough to write, but I am a very opinionated chap, and some of my opinions are not popular by any stretch of the imagination. Take my stance on Prohibition for example; I think we should bring it back and bring it back with a vengeance. Drugs, alcohol, tobacco; I want it all erased from the world. And some people are like, "but the health benefits." All the health benefits you can get from wine, beer, and even mary jane can be had from other things and without the negative of destroying brain cells. (I especially have no tolerance for people who use drugs.)

But getting back to today's exercise, how do I write an opinion piece well enough that it doesn't sound like I'm complaining and how do I use the 30 minutes well? Well, actually I think I know a topic. A topic that is quite near and dear to my heart, and that I feel quite passionate about. Also, because of this topic, and to change things up, I'm going to write to music today rather than in silence like I have been. So let's see this goes.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

Many people don't know it by looking at me, but I am actually a huge metalhead, or headbanger if you prefer. For those who don't know, that means I listen to Heavy Metal and I listen to Heavy Metal a lot. As far as I can tell, it's the music closest to God's nature here on Earth. It is truly God's music despite the fact that many of Metal's proponents believe it to be the Devil's music. It isn't, and here's the proof: God is good, Metal is good, God only creates good things, ergo God created Metal. Flawless logic I know. True, some people do abuse Metal for dark doings, but you can use anything to glorify the Devil.

Anyway, as perfect as Metal is, there is a serious problem with it, or rather a serious problem with the headbanger culture, and I'm not referring to the fact that it's full of dudes and barely any chicks. No, the problem is what people label as a "power ballad." Back in the 80's power ballads were quite popular because they were softer pieces of music that helped to show that not all Metal Monsters (musicians) were psychos or hardcore. They showed off the softer side of Metal and it helped to broaden the audience of Metal and make it more mainstream, which isn't a problem I have--I think everyone should love the hell out of Metal. Metal going mainstream isn't a problem for me. But I take issue with power ballads because there's no Metal in them! They don't rock!

Now, that may sound a little confusing that I used Rock to help describe Metal, but Metal is descended from Rock. For a good chunk of my life, I always thought of Metal as a subgenre of Rock, but I guess when it became huge, people considered it its own genre, which is fine with me. I still think it a little weird, but not weird enough to argue with. But here's the thing though, you need to be able to rock in order to play Metal, and power ballads don't.

If you were to Google power ballads, the sort of songs that would come up would be like "Every Rose Has Its Thorn," "Silent Lucidity," or "High Enough." These songs are not Metal, and ergo I don't consider them power ballads. While I agree that a power ballad should be an evocation of tender emotion, perhaps even love, it still needs to be Metal. Songs I consider power ballads are like "Sweet Child of Mine" by Guns N' Roses, "Jet City Woman" by Queensryche, "This World Can't Tear Us Apart" by Trivium, "Tired" by Dream Evil,  and "No One Like You" by the Scorpions. These are power ballads. They rock my socks off and melt my face, but they still touch the tenderness in my heart. They're fast, aggressive, and sometimes upright brutal, but they are the raw emotion that one feels when looking at a dearly beloved. They are soft and honest, but they are still Metal.

***

Okay, I'm going to end it there with eleven minutes left. Without music examples, it's kind of hard to make my point without delving deep in the dreaded music theory that gives us Heavy Metal, and if I don't do that, I'll just be essentially beating a dead horse, and you guys don't need that. So I'm ending it there. And writing to music wasn't so bad, but I was listening to Metal, so maybe that helped.

But anyway, that's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. See you tomorrow.



Keep writing, my friends.

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

100th Post! Flash Fiction & Poetry Day 9: Autobiography "High School Confession"


Ahhhhhhhh!

Hey, everyone. If you're wondering why I'm starting this post with me screaming, it's because this is my 100th blog post! Ahhhhh! Actually, I'm not really that excited, but it is interesting to see how far I've gone/come in five or six months. I also want to remind you all that my play The Passion of Gloucester and Sinead is still available for free download. You can get it here.


Anyway, today is the 9th day of my daily writing. Let's get it started.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!





Today's topic is... Non-fiction--Autobiography! Holy smokes. Just the other day I was thinking the wheel was fixed because I've gotten so many poetry ones and I've gotten cinquain twice. I was actually thinking of breaking the wheel down into three: poetry, fiction, and non, and then using them in order just to make sure I got some variety. But anyway, what the crap am I supposed to write for this? ...I know what. My high school reunion is the Saturday after Thanksgiving, so I'll write about my high school days.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

***

So, my high school days were a little odd in that I didn't go to just one high school. That's not to say that I went to two at the same time, but I did have two high schools. See, I started out at Notre Dame High School in Harper Woods; a Catholic, all-boys school operated by the Marist fathers. In Michigan, there's another Notre Dame called Notre Dame Prep which was supposed to be NDHS 2, but I'm not going to go into the story of why and how because I didn't end up at Prep. I ended up at Bishop Foley Catholic High School in Madison Heights; a co-ed school mostly operated by laity (which is a huge drag) and with higher standards than ND. But how did I end up there?

Back in March '05, the Archdiocese of Detroit was headed by Cardinal Maida, and I can tell you that he wasn't very popular with Catholics in the AOD. The fact that in March he decided to close down 15 Catholic schools of all grade levels in the diocese didn't help much either. One of them was my alma mater ND, but we didn't go down without a fight. No, we made one hell of a racket and did whatever we could to stay open. In fact, three separate, individual, third parties tried to buy ND from the diocese, and each offer was bigger than the last. The reason for our closure was because of our massive debt and Maida thought he could sell the property ND was on because it was highly valued land. However, karma's a real bitch and that deal fell through which meant ND sat there, closed, for a number of years before a charter school bought it. So, as you can guess, we lost the battle and I was forced to attend Bishop Foley.

I tell you, this was not a transition I wanted to make. It's not a transition that many of my friends wanted to make either. When we made it to Foley, so many ND guys ended up there, someone joked it was ND Part 2, but obviously there weren't that many of us. But going back to the transition, a good chunk of us were bitter. It's possible we all were bitter, but some made the transition to Foley much more gracefully than myself and some of the others. As a result, we split into two groups and chiefly amongst my own was my friend John, best friend #1, O'Meara, Babecki, R. Hill, M. Reese, Roe Radik (his name Scooby-Doo style), and for a while, Gabe. (He eventually transferred out because he found it so abysmal.) But these fellows essentially became my comrades through the dismal two years we "suffered" through Foley. But what was so bad about it?

Well, there are quite a few areas where Foley didn't measure up to ND. For one thing, their food sucked and was expensive. A small box of fries cost $2, whereas at ND the fries were the main fare. For $1.25, or $.75 for a half order, you got a mountain of the tastiest and longest fries you've ever seen. Another problem was that Foley had a tougher grading scale and was more difficult in terms of academics. Some of us who were A- students suddenly became B+ students because 90-92 was no longer an A. Another issue was how many variants of the uniform they had: there was a perfect uniform which included either a sweater or sweater vest, there was casual Friday but our casual shirts had to bear the Foley coat of arms, and the uniform didn't make sense either. You were expected to wear khaki pants and a button-down shirt, but you could wear any sort of sneakers or tennis shoes you wanted. At ND, we had to wear to dress shoes and a belt, but we could wear any sort of dress slacks or dress shirts we wanted. And we only had to dress up, which meant "guys in ties" on days when we went to church. The Foley spirit week was also lame as hell whereas at ND it was a fierce competition the likes of which you've never seen! That's not to say Foley didn't have any school spirit; believe me they had tons and the class of '07 had the most--they won spirit week all four years and the girls Powderpuff team thrashed the '06 Seniors. The problem was the themes for spirit week along with the games they played. At ND, we were men, and so we had very manly themes and games. But Foley was co-ed, so...

But there were some things Foley did do good on. To be honest, I valued the more intensive spin on academics, and looking back, I do feel like a Class A douchebag for being a douchebag. Since I couldn't take my frustrations out on Maida, I aimed them unfairly at Foley. I never did anything really mean or cruel, I just wasn't very nice and I was complete ballast when it came to spirit week. I had no school spirit and everyone was going to know it. The people at Foley were very nice, very compassionate, and very welcoming. I was too pissed off to see that. I did calm down in my Senior year, so much so that in the days leading up to the start of the new year I relished going back, but I already had a reputation and I didn't know how to undo it. Back then, I probably didn't want to undo it. I was and still am proud of my days at ND, but I wish I had handled things better at Foley which is one of the reasons why I'm so looking forward to my reunion so that I may make reparations. There's at least one apology I should make in person.

So, when I look back, I can't help but regret the opportunities I missed out on by being such a douche. One of them was my first real chance to have a girlfriend. It wasn't until a couple years into college did I realize that I had gone to school with some of the cutest and prettiest girls in the world, and I knew that by how much better they looked just a few short years into college. They went from cute and bright-faced to mature and almost sexy. Now, I did have a school crush at Foley, but she was in the year after me, '08. Instead of focusing all my attention on her, I should've kept my eyes and options open to the girls of my own class. I wonder what they'll think of me now. (How you like me now?!)

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Okay, I'm going to stop the clock there with almost two minutes left. There's not much point in starting a new thought/paragraph only to be stopped so soon. I hope you all enjoyed my reflection/confession. Wish me well at the reunion.

But anyway, that's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. See you tomorrow.


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