Because I'm trying to make a version of Staggerford that's written from the perspective of a sixth grader in Miss McGee's class, I came into contact with the poem "Trees". I'd heard it before I'm sure, but hadn't really registered it. Here it is. I like it.
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I visited the college again yesterday. We got to see the dorm I may be staying in. It looks pretty nice! Julio had one of his really on days yesterday. I'm proud of him!
I went to bed by 11 which was nice considering I'd been up until 1 the night before.
Today, I presented information about Alice Paul in history. I was thirsty, but not as thirsty as I wouldn't have had help from a certain journalism coleague who helped me get something to drink.
That's the day in a nutshell!