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.

I can accept failure, everyone fails at something.

Today, we are share our great ideas with you if we elected as your senators. Although we may not be able to fulfill all of our ideas proposed to you today, we will certainly try our best at making this senate term your best one yet. We have divided our ideas into 3 sections,.

The mountains are not a force of man. You must surrender to the power of them. You will not regret it. A new era of hip hop.

He Died With His Sword In Hand. Home is where you feel at home and are treated well. Getting into Moby Dick has been challenging and slow-going to start, but it has ultimately been paying off as I become increasingly attached to it the more I read. These snow days have been the perfect opportunity to really spend some time with it. A bit of a short story I am working on.

Welcome to the Journal of Zack Goorno. Here you will find daily entries containing my thoughts, projects, assignments and more. Details create the big picture. Without a sense of caring, there can be no sense of community. Played a few board games with my family, and sat on the cou.

April 10th is the day we decide our fate for the next four years. Not a big deal or anything. I am tired and sleepy Daylight savings or something. I am going to watch soccer and that is all. I dont feel good so I will sleep. Ever since my senior reflection, more and more people. Have been asking me about cooking. It is great and all but I am sick of it. I think that the more and more people. We start the week and I am thinking about th.

Giving gratitude to our luckiness but shining light on some of our problems. Hopefully this poem will cause someone to pause, if even for a second, to take in just how blessed and fortunate we truly are. LyricsOf the people, By the people, For the people.

Only one more week! Just an innocent boy living that school lifestyle.