Wednesday, May 4, 2011. A poem that tells a story. He kindly stopped for me;. The carriage held but just ourselves. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,. And I had put away. My labor, and my leisure too,. We passed the school where children played,. Their lessons scarcely done;. We passed the fields of grazing grain,. The cornice but a mound.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011. Life in Vietnam would be perfect if everyone were totally equal. Do you agree or disagree? Explain your answer in complete sentences. 2 You are designing a society in which everyone is equal. Except with these conditions;.

2 Just to make sure nothing was up, I checked his messages and phone calls to give myself a little insight. On why he was acting so strange lately. 3 Like a stalker, she kept following him around, making it evident. 3 Because Zeus was a.