"Well how much was the ticket?"
"I don't know, I just gave it to my Mom"  

"I was going to, but it was hard"

"It was kindness week at my school...And I didn't"

"What if a mute person has no hands"


Monday, May 19

Digging

I have had a nice treat over the past five days. My English final requires me to be able to look at a random piece of poetry and deduce which of the poets we read this semester wrote it, and why. Also I have to be able to take a line and know which work it came from. So I spent the last five days surrounded by poetry. Not to mention speed reading POTAAAYM again.

In my busiest time I am required to read over the great works of language, to get to know them intamently. It is good. It is very good.

God, apparently pastels haven't been my medium for quite some time. I want to hear and speak with you better because of this. Thank you for letting me.

2 comments:

Scott Callisch said...

*Intimately

josh said...

ouch chad. a grammar correction from a valley student.

what have you become?