Traditional? Or...Online?

Alright guys, I know this is kind of random but honestly, do you think traditional or online schooling is better?  Personally, I prefer traditional any day.  Online is harder because you aren't with the teacher face to face and it is far easier to get distracted.  Yes, if the class is set at your own pace it may be easier in some ways but that one small thing does not outweigh all the cons that I personally think cloud online schooling.  I've taken online classes before and it was very hard for me to pay attention to anything that was happening not to mention that with there not being a scheduled meeting time it was easy to forget about the class when the week was busy.  Online classes lack the structure that traditional schooling has and I personally believe that is what most people need when they are interested in going to college.  There are some who will definitely benefit from online classes, I understand that completely, but unless I absolutely cannot make it to campus for the class I will not take them online.  Especially if it requires proctored exams because it is a waste of gas to drive down there for a ten minute quiz.

Love

My pulse races at your touch,
holding my breath,
you don't ask for much.
All you want is my love.
I'm afraid to give you my heart.
The past stole it all away.
It should be easy, simple.
If only I could give you what you want,
to put a smile back to your dimple.
But I choke on regret and sorrow,
living in my past,
I smile and hope to still be yours tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
I don't know how to put this,
So I'll just attempt it...
I love you forever and always.

Concerts

Bodies sweating, swaying to the beat,
Arms raised, dancing
Bodies producing heat.
Grinding and bumping,
Feeling the music,
Rocking with the bass thumping.
Screaming and shouting,
voice becoming hoarse,
as the band leaves us pouting.
We always want more,
enough is never enough,
no matter how sore.
We are free from rules and parents,
we can be ourselves with no limit,
everyone is family, no arguments.
I can be free,
I can be at peace,
I am home.

Steel

The steel calls to my wrist,
it begs and it pleads,
all other options are off the list.

The steel leads me to my happy place,
far away from all their other wants and needs,
it's like running an endless race.

The steel holds my sanity,
in it's fiery grip.
Almost as fierce as a teenage girl to her vanity.

The steel is my constant friend,
it never stabs me in the back,
it doesn't follow that trend.

The steel pleads for my blood,
watch it flow from my wrist,
my steel opens me up like a flood.