Update
I cleaned off my desk and spent several hours grading.
Something must be better.
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all"
-Emily Dickinson
I cleaned off my desk and spent several hours grading.
Something must be better.
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all"
-Emily Dickinson
Posted by Scattering on 10/05/2007
Labels: The word on the street
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