A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows the public opinion. This poem is about thinking back to my days at Becket and reliving them to be awakened from my dream to find myself in my busy life. Waking up from the chirp chirp chirp of the birds. Slowly marching down the hillside buried beneath a hood. I drown out the loud noises that follow. Sweeping up the dust left from the past day.

One minute to get rid of it. Or does it seems weird that it was just a week ago when the patriots became world champions. I mean it seems like it was so much longer ago. I spent the day thinking about that, watching gossip girl, and hoping for a snow day tomorrow. Which is happening! Anyway it was a solid day, not excited to go back to school tomorrow though. An 9th grade kid, writing about 9th grade stuff.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Unfazed by driving 3000 miles a month, 7 hour car rides, and miles of construction, but terrified of slow drivers and diesel. Thursday, December 23, 2010. For the record, th.