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si quid novisti...: April 2009
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. From my shrinking world. I walked into my first staff meeting Tuesday, and sat across from a pretty blond, "Hi, I'm Lacey! Lacey Hm. We were 8th grade locker partners.". Woah Wow. Yeah, we were! We're having lunch tomorrow to catch up on the six years since we shared a tiny upper locker in Jeff. Jr. High. What to do with the baby? These are just a few of my favorites:.
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si quid novisti...: October 2009
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. Wild west: part ii. On Friday, Laura called me,. Hey, do you want to hike Havasupai next weekend? I've been working on being spontaneous, so I said, "Yeah, for sure! I didn't say what I was thinking which was, "Where's Havasupai? We took 4 days: two of driving, two halves of hiking and one glorious day playing and exploring in the beautiful waterfalls of the canyon.
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si quid novisti...: February 2010
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. Taught me reading,. And also my writing. When I was still little-. Too little to be much good. They didn't mind, but it took me. A couple of years to really like writing. But reading I loved and adored and poured over. Every book with beautiful pictures or (more particularly) beautiful poetry. Which filled me up with such sing-song joy, it spilled over. And though do...
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si quid novisti...: February 2011
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. The blinking cursor chimed in my empty text box: You are out of practice. After a year and a half of writing notes in Spanish (Por favor! Venga a la iglesia! No se olvide sus oraciones! I just had to stop for a moment and enjoy: face upturned, arms thrown wide! Yesterday morning I woke up to frost. Labels: joie de vivre. We are amateurs at life- . V L D Richards.
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si quid novisti...: November 2009
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. The girl in 261. Inside, I longed to make my pencil strokes come alive like these. In fascination I watched her fill the page spread with doodles of dancing models in chiffon dresses, silk pants suits, taffeta party dresses. Labels: joie de vivre. Ms Ord walked around the room checking her student's work,. I don't want to go to high school." someone piped up.
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si quid novisti...: January 2012
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. Coming to terms with another birthday. My presence is leaning awkwardly through the doorway,. One hand reaching back, clinging to the doorframe. That is yesterday and childhood. The other hand holds the doorknob- flung open:. This is coming of age. My presence leans awkwardly through the doorway. One had reaches back, clinging to the doorframe. This is coming of age.
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si quid novisti...: January 2010
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. Pretty amazing this fog, huh? I prodded her silence. Yes,' she nodded. She looked the part of a quiet grandmother: gray hair and thick glasses that ought, in such a case, to be respectfully called 'spectacles.'. We waited and even our silence was muffled by the still, white fog that swallowed the world all around us. Oh, do you teach Spanish? I smiled, encouragingly.
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si quid novisti...: Biography
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. Taught me reading,. And also my writing. When I was still little-. Too little to be much good. They didn't mind, but it took me. A couple of years to really like writing. But reading I loved and adored and poured over. Every book with beautiful pictures or (more particularly) beautiful poetry. Which filled me up with such sing-song joy, it spilled over. Good luck to ...
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si quid novisti...: Golden
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. The blinking cursor chimed in my empty text box: You are out of practice. After a year and a half of writing notes in Spanish (Por favor! Venga a la iglesia! No se olvide sus oraciones! I just had to stop for a moment and enjoy: face upturned, arms thrown wide! Yesterday morning I woke up to frost. Labels: joie de vivre. We are amateurs at life- . V L D Richards.
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si quid novisti...: To a boy
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If you have come to know any precept more correct than these, share it with me, O wise one- If not, use these. 160; Horace, Epistle I iv. You sat across from me in the LRC once. The headphones pressed against your ears barely muffled the heavy beat of music pumping from your i-pod. The tapping of your pencil against that desk's edge was nearly lost in the clicking typing of so many concentrating students. I understand now. Sometimes you just can't keep it all inside. Margaret C. B. Cope. V L D Richards.
