I caught the woodpecker sitting still for long enough for me to check out its head. Ladies and gentlemen, the bird that has been tormenting me by having a secret identitiy is indeed a Three-Toed Woodpecker.
Haha! Gotcha, my pretty!
Er... yeah. Okay. I just feel smart now.
English in three quarters of an hour, and we're back to Keats. Arg.
I am beginning to hate Keats. We haven't done anything even remotely un-classical style, except for one poem by William Carlos William, and we spent maybe ten minutes on that.
I want to do Dickinson or cummings, durnit.
Haha! Gotcha, my pretty!
Er... yeah. Okay. I just feel smart now.
English in three quarters of an hour, and we're back to Keats. Arg.
I am beginning to hate Keats. We haven't done anything even remotely un-classical style, except for one poem by William Carlos William, and we spent maybe ten minutes on that.
I want to do Dickinson or cummings, durnit.