tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822661251312549323.post19945992886945536..comments2023-10-07T09:31:35.746-04:00Comments on on the learn: . . .The path is clear though no eyes can see. . .teach people not bookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02178351970916456582noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822661251312549323.post-80559514481111611372009-05-16T21:37:00.000-04:002009-05-16T21:37:00.000-04:00that sounds like they had quite a perceptive persp...that sounds like they had quite a perceptive perspective. and i was just calling my baddies "baddies" too! i bought them postcards because they weren't allowed to go on the class trip :\teach people not bookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02178351970916456582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1822661251312549323.post-219833266099819352009-05-16T12:20:00.000-04:002009-05-16T12:20:00.000-04:00OMG. I wish I knew this poem two weeks ago. I did ...OMG. I wish I knew this poem two weeks ago. I did a poetry workshop unit with my baddies, and when we talked about "If I can stop one heart from breaking" by Emily Dickinson, they were all surprisingly convinced that she must be "sad." When I asked them about this, they said, "Because if she wants to help other people so much, she must know what it's like to need help." How great would it have been if I could have busted this out???Ms. Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05130960774485210512noreply@blogger.com