Unfortunately, this blog is not on my list of top 10 priorities (if there were such a list). Update: my days are full, fun, and rewarding. 2nd year is so much better than 1st, although it is a little bit like running on a treadmill where the ↑ speed button is stuck.
I usually have a hard time relating to poetry, but my neurology teacher read this to us in class, and I feel it applies pretty well to this quarter.
Lodged (Robert Frost, 1928)
The rain to the wind said
“You push and I’ll pelt”
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt
And lay lodged though not dead
I know how the flowers felt
Haha, well how about you and Bjorn come hang with us tomorrow night? :)
ReplyDeleteJenny I feel you! I feel the flower laying in the dimpled rained mud.
ReplyDeleteI hope your treadmill slows down and mine too so we can hang out!!