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Lady Love and Facebook

Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

   Mikhael Shklyarevsky                                                                                                                                                                             1

   English 379

  Professor Lee

  Love Poem

  September 16, 2010                                     

                                                                                Lady Love and Facebook

            I ponder about you my dearest lady love during this night,

            Looking at your Facebook photo as though it were my only light.

            Your beautiful eyes and smile bid me back to our moment in Paris,

             Reminding me of our relationship’s current abyss.

             For I have come to miss that moment’s untarnished serenity, which made us feel as one,

             My heart wanting the happiness it felt than, even if the sacrifices would be no fun.

            But, alas, I know that what I seek is a past that has been long gone,

            Since in your relationship section on Facebook I already see the label of another one.

Henry Forrester: A Day’s Strenous Life

Monday, September 6th, 2010

Mikhail Shklyarevsky                                                                                                                                                                         1

Professor Lee

English 379

Satirical Characterization Exercise

September 7, 2010

            Henry Forrester, a 34 year-old African-American man, woke up one morning from a nightmare that had been recurring for the past week. In this nightmare, he had dreamed how his father had repeatedly hit him with a golf club. Henry dreaded this nightmare because the memory in it was a painful one, since he had no one to provide him with consolation; his mother had been away, as always, on an airplane as a flight attendant. But, as he collected his thoughts and looked at the 6:00 time on his clock, Henry decided that he had better leave his nightmare behind and go to his private gym; the exercise would give him the relaxation he needed for his important business meetings later on.

            At the gym, this man exercised with intensity. During his breaks, Henry would look at his mirror image, which tended to fill him with anxiety, since he was always worried that he wasn’t achieving the goal he had set out for. Even though he was a black man who had become renowned in a sport known for being played mostly by a white society, Forrester still felt as though he was not entirely accepted by his fellow golfers. Nonetheless, he did have an asset that was a temporary exception to his worry: Henry’s tall and slender athletic form, which made him proud. Forrester believed that his form kept him in good health and allowed him able to withstand his stress better and succeed in his golf-course design business. And perhaps because of his work on maintaining this form, he felt a little less anxiety than usual. As he finished working out, Henry thought that on this day, he might just possibly be happy, if his wife, Helen, didn’t start another argument. But, unfortunately for Henry, Helen had an argument brewing for him.

            As Forrester sat down to eat breakfast, which consisted of an omlette, he saw cheerful expressions on the faces of his two beloved children, Carl and Al. Henry decided that he would rather talk with them than with a currently angry-faced Helen. As he chatted with his kids about tennis practice, Helen, looking at him all this time furiously, suddenly said that he needed to spend more time with the family and less time in business meetings, something she had expressed frequently in the past week. Her husband tried to ignore her, but after to listening to her rant for a while, said that those business meetings were important. He also pointed out that it was through his business that they were living well; unlike her, he hadn’t come from an influential family and had earned his family their wealthy position in society. After 30 minutes, their argument ended, as usual, and Henry left for his office.

            On his way to the office, Forrester got a call that his business meeting had been postponed for 2 hours. Since he didn’t have anything important planned, Henry stopped at a nearby bank to deposit a check. As he stood in line, one of his neighbors, John, recognized him, as did some of the other customers waiting in line. Everybody asked him about the state of his business, since they had heard about its immense success and the upcoming party that had been planned for next month. Henry made sure that his family was never discussed as a topic, since he never felt comfortable talking about them. He wanted to show everybody that he lived a perfect lifestyle: an emblem of the American Dream. Thankfully, though, the conversation lasted for a few minutes, and, afterwards, Henry was off to his office.

            Once he was at his office, Henry still had a little time to himself. A few minutes after he had arrived, one of his business associates, Elaine, came by to chat. Forrester had always thought that she was extremely beautiful and had known her for a long time. While they were chatting, he closed the blinds in the office and started kissing her….After a few minutes had passed, Elaine left the office and Henry finally felt relaxed. As he looked around him, this man saw the success achieved during his career. Surrounding his office were posters of him, his trophies from the golf tournaments he had won when not conducting business, and photographs of him with Jack Nikolaus, Arnold Palmer, and Phil Mickelson.  I’ve achieved all of this and attending Stanford, but still have dread, Henry thought.

            The business meeting that Forrester looked forward to lasted for a little over an hour. During it, Henry managed to achieve success, though he did encounter enormous anxiety in the process. After the meeting, he played golf with some of his business associates. As he played, Henry discussed business with them. But, simultaneously, he pondered about how for him golf was the real thing: it gave him business as an excuse for his problems, but a way of relaxing afterwards.

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