Flashback:
1995. St. Marguerite Bourgeoys School. Grade 7. Mr. Abdilla's class. Assignment: memorize and recite the poem provided in front of the class.
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
I think next time, I will take the other one.
xoxo
Little A
I had the exact same teacher in grade 7.
ReplyDeleteinspired this post: http://modelcitizensunite.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-only-live-once.html
it's amazing how teacher's do this...