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This is what happens when I don’t get my Netflix movies in time. (Also, I’m delirious from studying.)

Ode to my mailbox

By Lauren of room 213

Oh mailbox you are so small,

Yet so full of great opportunities.

But why must you remain empty?

Every day I come to see you

With joy in my heart

And a smile on my face.

But there you sit, staring at me.

As I turn the key,

I open the door

To see what letters are waiting—

But I just stare at your




Gray walls.

You perplex me, mailbox.

You offer such lovely notes

But only at your convenience.

Why must you torture me mailbox?

Why must you force me to trudge,

Trudge back to my room with a heavy heart

Empty-handed and alone.

I hate you mailbox!

I hate you with the burning fire of a thousand suns,

And yet…

And yet, I love you Mailbox.

I love the joy you bring me with one sweet note.

I love the feeling of hope you bring me,

The way your walls light up with every stamp and return label.

The precious moments go by

The ticking of the clock—a loud reminder of the seconds

I’ve wasted away

From you.

So please mailbox,

Please bring cheer to my life.


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One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.


Sorry to shout, but I had to get your attention Internet! Today is national poetry day and in honor of that I have posted two videos below of my two favorite poems. One is just a reading, the other is a really cool video someone made to go along with the reading! Enjoy!

“As I Walked Out One Evening” by W.H. Auden:

“Annabelle Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe


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Fireflies in the Garden


Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.

– Walt Whitman


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Bouquets of sharpened pencils.

In my grammar class my professor asked us to bring in a book we really liked for some little project we were going to be completing. I decided to bring in the book Naked by David Sedaris, because that book is the epitome of awesome. I swear, even if you don’t like reading you will like this book; each “chapter” is a short story about an event that took place in the author’s life. These events range from speech therapy when he was in elementary school to hitch hiking his way from Ohio to California and let me tell you, he met some INTERESTING (read: insane) people along the way.

Anyway, the point of the exercise was writing a descriptive poem. We were asked to pick two short passages from the book and create a poem using words and ideas from the quotes we chose. I liked this exercise so much I can’t wait to use it in my future classroom. And now I will share with you what I wrote because you knew it was coming.

Passage 1: “Driving pas the iron gates and up the winding driveway on my first day of work, my mother offered me a series of last-minute alternatives.” (pg. 74)

Passage 2: “The road to Hobbe’s orchard wound past a dairy farm where several dozen speckled cows passed the time grinding wet grass with their blunt teeth.” (pg. 163)

My poem:

On my first day of work

Driving past the iron gates,

My mother pleaded for me to turn around.

The winding driveway stretched on for miles,

The dairy farm was up ahead;

My mother offered better opportunities as I passed the speckled cows,

Mouths chewing,

Teeth grinding

On the dew covered grass.

The road to Hobbe’s orchard was a long one,

But I had made my decision.

I got out of the car and closed the door

On my mother’s cries.

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As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
“Love has no ending.

“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street.

“I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

“The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.”

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
“O let not Time deceive you
You cannot conquer Time.

“In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

“In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

“Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver’s brilliant bow.

“O plunge your hands in water
Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.

“The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

“Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer
And Jill goes down on her back.

“O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

“O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
With your crooked heart.”

It was late, late in the evening
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.

–W. H. Auden


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I worked on some homework today. I got some info together for my photographer I have to do a presentation on. I wrote about 150 more words in my short story. I started on my poetry assignment. We have to read a narrative piece given to us by our professor then pick two different styles of poetry (from a handout) to write an original poem based off that narrative. The narrative was an excerpt from the book Dispatches about the Vietnam War. This is what I wrote (its pentameter style, at least I hope, for anyone who cares):

Crossing the canal stepping onto dry land
Cold dead bodies in the middle of the street,
A stiff little girl with an outstretched hand
Those left alive searching for something to eat.
Looking at the wreckage along the wall,
Wondering how anyone could survive it at all.

After that I was far to depressed to write another one. Also I have no idea what I’m going to say because I used all the good bits of the narrative on that poem. I am attempting “standard habbie” for my next one, Lord help me.

I also watched Charlie Bartlett today, which is one of the funniest movies. Oh yea and it snowed a little. Only tiny flurries that didn’t even stick, but its still snow and that makes me extremely happy.


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