Sunday, November 13, 2005

My class room. They look like little angles don't they :-) Liars are what they are! Just kidding. They are wonderful little kids. I luv em and have way too much fun. ;-) Posted by Picasa

Playin a game, musical chairs don't you know don't you know. Posted by Picasa

The school yard, or at least some of it anyway. Posted by Picasa

We are right on the edge of the mountain but that doesn't stop the city. :-) Posted by Picasa

This is the view from the front of the school. Posted by Picasa

Just left of the last shot. Posted by Picasa

And further left yet, looking up the mountain. At Lila, we are about 1/4 or less of the way up. The tall building in the distance is the library and if you look really closely you can see the cables for the cable car ride to the top. Posted by Picasa

Such a pretty sight. Directly behind the school is nothing but mountain and trees :-) Posted by Picasa

I love the way they incorporate the trees. Behind this is the trades high school for boys and just like this building, the only trees removed were for the immediate structure.
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Thursday, November 10, 2005


Hello hello hello,

In a posted comment, Darren offered to leave the poem that he wrote for all of us to read if I but mention it in a blog entry.  Well, I’ve decided to one up it.  I too have written a few poems, poems that I’m actually happy with, but I do not have access to them as they are boxed up in a basement nice and snug for their long nap.  So, I would like to extend an invitation to everyone.  If you have written a poem or have a favorite poem and would like to share it with us :-) today is your lucky day.

Since I can’t access my poems as mentioned above, I thought I would start things off with one of my faves.  I’m sure you will recognize it.  I look forward to reading your poems as well.  Enjoy.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.