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I love the feeling of finishing a long history paper. Knowing that something that was so stressing is over. I love when I can sit back and say I have done what I needed to do, and then retreat to some soothing songs or comforting books.
Yesterday my english teacher mentioned how the year is almost over. It is a funny thing looking back. First term theater class seems ages ago, but yet I feel the year has gone by so quickly, as if I had just entered high school as an eager freshman the other day.
Well, here’s a short poem on the passage of time writing by a poet named Ryokan:
Late at night, listening to the winter rain,
recalling my youth -
Was it only a dream? Was I really young once?
Yesterday my english teacher mentioned how the year is almost over. It is a funny thing looking back. First term theater class seems ages ago, but yet I feel the year has gone by so quickly, as if I had just entered high school as an eager freshman the other day.
Well, here’s a short poem on the passage of time writing by a poet named Ryokan:
Late at night, listening to the winter rain,
recalling my youth -
Was it only a dream? Was I really young once?