Pencil: I’m sorry.
Eraser: For what?
Pencil: I’m sorry, you get hurt because of me. whenever I make a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. 145 more words
This past week I attended an AP English workshop, where we 12 teachers sat in a room for 8 hours a day for 4 days straight, discussing Hamlet’s soliloquies, interpreting literary criticisms, and practicing writing answers to the three essay questions students are given for this college entrance exam. 1,208 more words
When I initially started writing this blog, I was suffering.
Physically, I had lost weight, and my gaunt face, lackluster hair, and thin legs showed that the few pounds that had disappeared from my body caused my normally sunny countenance to grey into one of fatigue and frailty. 1,800 more words
Don’t you just love reading an inspirational book that fills you with insight, love, and understanding, and change the way you look at life forever? Reading good books happens to be one of my favorite pastimes, and one of the books I keep close to my bedside is… 661 more words