. . . Scenes from Mod. #18 . . .

... There have been some rough ones... but this one may have taken the win for the absolute WORST module yet...

BEHOLD!

             This is what happens when you push someone waaaaay tooo far... academically:

I was probably a little too harsh on the instructor for this particular course...
         but . . . it seemed like he managed to find a flaw in EVERYTHING I did. No matter how well...

And the struggle was REAL...
                   

 But all joking aside, I do believe this was some of my best work, right ch'ere   😝

N-J😆Y

and... a poem:

                     

Don’t want to take your asses,

Ace assessments,

                Don’t want to join in on your dis,

Gustions.

               

                Where you disgust the world!

                Don’t want to write your essay pay,

Pers.

PAYING all my time,

                To satisfy your thirst for more…

Want to burn these papers,

                To the ground.

Want to throw the book,

                I found.

Want to debunk every piece of research that you find.

                So that they can all see what is true,

Devine.

                Your killing the individual.

The soul.

                But why?

To satisfy your own.

                Your pushing beyond normal limits.

There are no boundaries,

Amid these boundless trees.

                Slaughtered for your cause.

Killed and murdered,

                So that you could mark your x with an F,

In blood red ink.

                How mighty we are.

To think that this is all there is.

                When death would be preferred,

To this.

                I will bury my bones,

Within your integration quizzes.

                And sully my face,

Beneath your useless facts and figures.

                Because at the end of the day,

It’s not WHAT YOU KNOW that defines you…

But who you know,

                And where you want to go.

~ [-  2/14/19  -]

                            Thank GOD this MOD is OVER!       And I can go back to technical system scripting/ethical hacking/cyber security/& computer forensics. -^_^-

~CLynn

When Saying "I'm Ok"... isn't really what you mean...

11 Truths Only People With High-Functioning Depression Will Understand

~{-+-}~. . .Persian Love. . .~{*.*-}~ (-A POEM-)

What is this feeling that he brings to you?

When even you know that it could never be…

You don’t see this kind of love.

You feel it.

Tender hearted,

Souls entwined,

Within a dance for all eternity.

He grips you,

Like you are his last and only hope.

Your spirit sways,

And you can feel the turmoil like a storm within.

      It rages…

 Across the ages.

And the spirit transcends oceans…

Of a far off place…

And another time.

A human spirit,

That was caught amid the sands.

Of a far off world.

   Dance for him.

And he is sure to come.

And with each step,

The heart is won.

                                

At this moment,

You need your hero.

The only dance,

That she knows.

                

A shake of her hips,

The taste of his lips,

The flush of her hair,

with each escaping breath,

                                

The trembling hands.

And it is all but the strength,

With which he carries her away now.

But his heart is what tears,

     And grips at her soul.

Because this one cannot be.

Because this is not.

     But it is what she needs.

And in this moment,

Wrought with tempered steam,

That must be vented,

Lest it consume them both.

      In a rage.

     And yet,

It is the love within us,

  The heart and soul,

That brings these things.

                Not lies.

                Not strength,

                And not the picture that you see.

But the passion held between,

      And the love,

That is as strong as a thousand men.

  That gives you this.

         This Love.

                ~ (2/1/19)