And I quote...

[indianasmith]

"I dropped an ice cube on the kitchen floor, so I think the spider that lives under my fridge had a heart attack and died."  - Sadie M. (one of my 8th grade students)

[Flangepart]

[Skull]

"I dropped an ice cube on the kitchen floor, so I think the spider that lives under my fridge had a heart attack and died."  - Sadie M. (one of my 8th grade students)

lol I like that quote. I think I'll save it for another horror short story :)

[Flangepart]

[indianasmith]

"Only those are lost who give themselves up for lost!"

    -  Hans Ulrich Rudel (Germany's most decorated pilot of World War II)

[Flangepart]

"Only those are lost who give themselves up for lost!"

    -  Hans Ulrich Rudel (Germany's most decorated pilot of World War II)

As a dedicated 'wing nut', I know about him. An unrepentant Nazi, IIRC. What a sad waste of courage.

[Trevor]

Quote from one of my favorite filmmakers:



Preach it, Uncle John 

[Flangepart]

[ER]

"I wish I could tell you it gets better, but it doesn't. You get better."
--Joan Rivers

[Flangepart]

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[indianasmith]

"I'm not a demon, but I am very inappropriate!"  - one of my 8th graders today

[ER]

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

---Longfellow
The Rainy Day

(My aunt loved this poem, and read it to me and a friend of mine one stormy night in the summer of 1995.)

[Flangepart]

    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.
                              Robert Frost.