Hope "Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me." |
Hope- Emily Dickinson
A Day With No Shoes was successful! Of course, I had to wear them for school, but other then that I was completely barefoot and it felt awesome. I did have on lapse, when we had to get food, but I don't count that. Major props to those who did. This is the second year I've done this, and that marks a year I've known Jill. It's actually really scary thinking about how long it's been. I remember awkwardly walking and talking to Hippo today, last year. She'd just left and I was lonely, but we still had to walk the same way. So we chatted, and I remember feeling incredibly hurt, but still talking. And I was really glad I didn't have to go through that today.
This week's a major testing week, so we don't have homework and I therefore have no excuse for not blogging. BEDA didn't work out last year, but I know it will this year. This past year has been so magnificent, and I'm eternally grateful that you've been here to help me document it.
This whole project, the whole year and a half I've been doing it, has changed me a lot. And it's taught me a lot of things that I don't know if I'd have otherwise.
Mood: Fairly content.
Listening to: A YouTube video from a guy called Lev. I've watched all of his videos at least sixteen times, they're amazing. He illustrates his own thoughts, but this one is the exception. It's his favorite artist advice form others, as illustrated by him. He's one of my favorite people and I highly recommend you check him out.
Last thing I ate: Ranch Thin Wheats, not as tasty as I had once hoped.
Last thing I drank: Splash Cooler
Currently reading: Sleepwalking in Daylight by Elizabeth Flock for pleasure, and Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli for school.
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