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A very weird thing happened today. I was helping Jeffery, the student I tutor, with his English homework. He had to write a poem for class so we went online to get some ideas. We went to Poetry.com, and low and behold, I found some poems I wrote about 10 years ago. They are still on there, some with some misspellings, and I can't remember my password to fix them. And the things I wrote about, are still things I love...do we really not change that much in so much time, or is ten years really that long? Sometimes I feel ten minutes can last a lifetime, especially when I'm without someone. I wish I could remember my password. I don't even know the e-mail address I had back then to retrieve it. I guess that's a part of me that will live unchanged forever...how romantic...
P.S. Tomorrow is Improv @ 3pm in the black box. COME OUT, EVERYBODY!!! It'll be a great time!
P.S. Tomorrow is Improv @ 3pm in the black box. COME OUT, EVERYBODY!!! It'll be a great time!