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Writing a thankyou poem/quote for thanksgiving for a teacher, any help plz? i'm ussually really good at this, but i cant think of anything. hes a very special teacher...i have him for english. if anyone can plz help me with a nice thank you quote or poem for him....(for thanksgiving).... thank you =]

i need a teacher poem or quote? my class just graduated 8th grade & we love our teacher dearly. shes one of those people tht can relate to us. we're puttin together a plaque of pictures. any websites or poem suggestins? please & thank you

Gift for a teacher.. Yes or no to my idea? Making a book with poems, quotes, and a thank you letter from me for Teacher Appreciation Week. Good or no? I am getting flowers to go along with it too.. It's my favorite teacher and my last year of high school. The last thing to leave an impression that she is appreciated and has made a difference.

Book idea? For a teacher...? Making a book with poems, quotes, and a thank you letter from me for Teacher Appreciation Week. Good or no? I am getting flowers to go along with it too.. It's my favorite teacher and my last year of high school.

poem for a teacher? i graduated highschool in 2007 but id love to send my teacher a thank you card because she is amazing....does anyone have any quotes or poems that would be good?

I need a poem or quote that conveys thanks and admiration? I have realized that people do not tell people they appreciate and admire that they are appreciated and admired. I plan on sending out Thank You cards to everyone that has inspired me, taught me, drove me absolutely crazy but for my own good, etc. Mainly to people I admire. Some friends, some former coworkers and teachers. Can anyone think of a poem that could convey this appreciation and still be appropriate for everyone I send it too? I don't want to use a really corny, awful poem. I want a sincere, classy sounding poem/quote. Thanks for your help.

Help with a Hamlet/MacBeth/English Literature/Poem quote on death for a funeral. please help.? my english teacher passed away yesterday and i would like to frame a quote for her funeral, preferably from Hamlet or MacBeth because she was a brittish literature teacher, in honor of her students. please help. ANY quotes from any known literature or poem will help. thank you so much. ** class has also covered Beowulf, and brittish poetry.

How is this? I want it just right. What should I add? I wrote a note and poems and have a quote for a teacher( Its supposed to be a thank you note)... the note is Thank you for all that you've done for me the past 2 years. You don't know how much you've helped me! I knew it from the start that you'd be a BIG help. Before my freshman year I hated school- Grandma said it was 'cause I didn't have the right teacher, I though (at the time)that there wasn't the right teacher. Then I found the perfect teacher! Nothing in this note can tell you exactly how thankful I am, so I made a few additions. poem 1 I look forward to your class when I come to school, You're an awesome teacher, I think you're very cool! You're smart, fair, and friendly, You're helping all of us And if I got to grade you, from me, you'd get A+ more is on the way... so don't answer just yet p2 The most admired teacher would be caring, kind and smart She'd always have her students' best interests in her heart she'd help us love to learn, Her lessons would be clear She'd motivate with praise and always be sincere She'd be upbeat and supportive, a great role model too she'd be the perfect teacher, she'd be... Just like YOU! p3 I always love your class, your teaching halps me see that to live a happy life, learning is the key You understand your students, you're sensitive and smart You're a skillful teacher, I knew it from the start I'm grateful for your wisdom, for the teacher that you are You are a very good person, but as a teacher, you're a star! p4 I'm happy that you're my teacher, I enjoy each lesson you teach as a role model, you inspire me to dream and to work and to reach with your kindness, you get my attentiom everyday you're planting a seed of curiosity and motivation to know, grow and succeed To be continued continuation of p4 You help me fulfill my ptential, I'm thankful for all that you've done, I admire you each day and I just want to say, as a teacher, you're number one! the quote: "I heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn and are blessed, for they help us most to grow, well, I know I am who I am today because I knew you" OK, start answering I'm a sophomore in high school, not college

Does anyone know any quotes ...? Hello i have an english exam tomorrow, i know this is very late to ask for help but anyway. i have studied a poem and a play very carefully, and im scared incase i need to write a novel incase there isnt a good question i can do on the play or poem. do you know any websites that give good quotes or any quotes straight from the novel? im going to be doing "Cal" by bernard maclaverty. i know the novel just my teacher never gave any quotations. It would be brill if you could help or give quotes. Thanks xxxxxx

Fans of Charles Baudelaire - what are your favorite poems? I've not read anything by him yet, but I've heard good things about him and the few quotes I've read from his poetry have made me want to read more. I found a site with English translations of his "Flowers of Evil" but I'm not sure which poems to read first. I love good poetry but have found I can only take it in small doses. When faced with a huge amount of poems to read I find myself breezing through them too quickly. So which few are your favorites? (I cannot read them in French so please give me English titles. I had a poetry teacher tell me that reading translated poetry is like kissing through a handkerchief. But alas, I have no choice.) Thank you!

Any awesome quotes about solitude? I'm writing my last essay of the year (!!!!!!!) and my English teacher emphasized to make a last good impression with these essays, starting with a good title. Bottom line, we just read "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger, and for my essay topic that I chose, I have to weave together two poems' themes/tones/messages with the book; the two poems are "I'm nobody! Who are you" by Emily Dickinson, and "The Mending Wall", by Robert Frost. All three works deal with isolation and solitude. The theme/argument of my essay will be that Holden chooses to be alone, yet sometimes longs for companionship, but also prefers solitude most of the time (kind of goes back and forth, it evens out). What are some good short quotes/sayings/phrases that I can use for my essay title? Thanks, I'll be Googling for some while I wait for answers (I usually like to come on Y!A for questions like these, because it always provides more original answers than Google.)

i dont kno my dream job? I don’t know what my dream job is, I like fashion designing and party planning and working with that, I have a skool project that asks “wat is ur dream job”.. I really don’t kno if I kno how to be a “good” party planner or wedding planner, weddings are too big, I have no experience in any so I dnt kno..can u name all the examples of any “fashion” jobs, I really don’t kno wat to do, I dnt wanna be a doctor or anything like that because it’s a dirty and hard job, a teacher is fun but what kind of teacher is it that works with writing poems,,I hate writing however I write really good poems and quotes, so just gimme anything that can help plz and thank you,.!?!?!

what to put in a notebook? so, my teacher gave each student a composition book. She told us to put whatever we want in it. it could be a journal, diary, put in stoires, quotes, poems, lyrics...whatever we wanted too. but i already have a notebook for stories/poems/lyrics, one as a diary/journal. do you have any ideas of what i could put in it??? thanks!

I need a quote for my Grandmother's funeral bulletin.? My 91 year old Grandmother peacefully slipped into eternity yesterday morning during her sleep. My family wants the grandchildren to pick a short (2-3 sentence) quote or poem to put in her memorial service bulletin. I just can't find something to say to sum up my thoughts of my grandmother. I would like your suggestions. My grandmother was a lover of flowers, gardening, was fascinated by all the people she ever met and deeply religious (however I don't want a biblical verse). She was a 4th grade teacher and loved children. If you could find a quote with the authors name I would be very appreciative. Thank You for any thoughts.

Australia to England? Hey everyone i have to do a speech on a poem called Australia to England (By Archibald T.Strong) whats this poem about i have a fare idea but need it in more depth and im kinda stuck im gunna start with a quote from the poem and explain what techniques are used and some more stuff my teacher told me but please if u have any ideas or anything that will help me loads thank you......and please give me as much information about the poem you know or wat u think the poem is anything will be really appreciated thank you.......

Who's guilt is it anyway? please help...? Hey everyone i have to do a speech on a poem called Whos guilt is it anyway (By Lachlan Irvine) and im kinda stuck im gunna start with a quote from the poem and explain what techniques are used and some more stuff my teacher told me but please if u have any ideas or anything that will help me loads thank you......and please give me as much information about the poem you know or wat u think the poem is anything will be really appreciated thank you.......

We regret to inform you? Hey everyone i have to do a speech on a poem called we regret to inform you and im kinda stuck im gunna start with a quote from the poem and explain what techniques are used and some more stuff my teacher told me but please if u have any ideas or anything that will help me loads thank you......

What do you think of this girl...great, boring or awesome???? I'm in the military and I'm writing his girl that I use to date in highs school like 12 years ago...what do you think??? She loves poetry, history, museums, hiking, running.... she sends me poems like from Mia Angelou, her favorite quotes from Martin Luther King. (Her two favorite people) I wrote her A LONG time ago that I love the yankees and on my birthday recently she sent me a new york yankees birthday card..very unexpected and very sweet I thought. She's headstart teacher and also a sunday school teacher at her church. LOVES kids. She loves to go out occasionally to hand with friends..clubbing but does not drink nor smokes, movie fanatic. What do you think of her so far??? Any advices...thanks.

A quote to write on my English subject journal? My teacher is forcing us to make a journal which she'll read each day, we had a three day vacation,I didn't write on my journal, I've always written poems but i want something new(she even wants some too) but I suck at those some story that will interest her greatly I want to interest her by showing off some quote story but something realistic stories that are believable but not true(lies) it would look like something a sophomore would write and I'm Filipino I live in the Philippines sorry if my grammar sucks.I really need something to write on my journal tomorrow! About 3 paragraphs and a different story per paragraph and it has to be interesting if some one answered even with just one paragraph you'll save a 13 year old sophomore's life thank you! Add me to your yahoo messenger: charm_cutie_kim12@yahoo.com

Scared out of my wits; Oral Presentation? Hello everyone, I am doing an oral presentation in English about poetry. We researched a poet and poem and analysed them, and now we have to give a 4-6minute speech all about them. We are in panels of 3 or 4. We all talk about different poets, and we have a panel discussion at the end and answer the audiences (classes) questions regarding the topic. Problem is, I am really nervous and scared to present. My teacher says we shouldn't have palm cards; instead we should just have a piece of paper with sub headings and bullet points. But, I have had a terrible experience with this approach. Once, I got up there are didn't know what to say. I am a good English student, and my teacher says I should go and do literature next year, but my only weakness is speaking in front of a class. Have you any pointers and tips I should consider before tomorrow. I am really nervous, and I have a feeling the dot point approach will be a bad idea for me. I am not going to the front of the class and speaking. We have to stand up from a chair near the whiteboard and speak from there. There are a few guys in my class who I don't know at all, will it be awkward in any way? Also, my teacher said, and I quote: "Just be yourself guys, don't act like a robot with your hand at your side" Thank you every who answers in advanced!

Do you think I'm NERD? Look, I've been targeted by many people as NERD (and even more). Here's the deal: I research for fun about History, Politics and Religion. At school I socialize only the essential, but with certain limits because they aren't always patient with me. When I say poems to the loved girl I say romantic stuff: "Love is originated in the hypothalamus and often interpretated as a heart emotion due to the irregular beating it provokes" NO KIDDING. But really, I can't get along with people who don't understand me , and therefore they are not patient. They say I'm very ANXIOUS (Today I jotted down the exact hour, when I lent a pencil to a guy, just to be sure). Neither they are patients with me (which I need a lot), nor am I patient with their foolish things. I discuss with the history teacher about khazars and Zionism. I made an Israeli music presentation in front of my class (9th grade), and they liked it so much that they called me to 12th grade!!!!! (I am on Palestinian's side) I can make an almost perfect score without studying and the rest of the class fails even when they look up in their books!!! In my class I have only 2 real friends: One is a very intelligent, educated and respectful guy, and with excellent notes. And the other friend is not so excellent at school but very noble. The rest (incluiding 12th graders who are days away from college) only show up with me when they need help on homework, exams, and perhaps jokes or even more. (Nevertheless, many times we can have good moments, discussing about World War II, Middle East, religions, etc.) My most important quotes are: -Time's up, we're out of time, it's already break, you're 2 minutes ahead, 2 seconds behind, time is... but the most famous is "I AM TRUSTWORTHY". That's what I always say. Although I can tell you the capital and history and political situation of almost every country, and even I helped a teacher of mine in her Seminary college-level homework (we're both Christians), I can't say I'm done investigating and being a better person every day. P.S. They say I'm exactly like Sheldon Cooper (from The Big Bang Theory), but physically and in my personality. THANKS FOR YOUR ANSWERS.

social studies test 10 points thanks? hi have have alot of lessons and my teacher said just to look up alot of my test so im not cheating thanks and god bless 2. How does the air become warm in step 2? (1 point) The sun warms the air. The wind blows in warm air from another area. The hot landmass heats the air above it. The Indian Ocean heats the air. 3. Rulers run a well-organized government from a (1 point) caste system. capital city. stupa. dynasty. 4. This system determines a person’s job, social group, and marriage. (1 point) Arabic-Indian caste Buddhism none of these 5. The Hindu deity who was the teacher of the world was (1 point) Vishnu. Krishna. Asoka. Buddha. “As I traveled over Qin Mountain one morning, I met two fairies, of brightness and beauty, Riding on a white deer. I realized they were immortals, And kneeled and begged for the Dao. ‘Go west and climb the Jade Terrace, There are gold pavilions and corridors.’ They gave me an immortal elixir. ‘Your longevity will match that of gold and jade, And you will never reach senility.’” —Cao Zhi, Han Dynasty poet, as quoted in Empires Ascendant: Time Frame 400 B.C.–A.D. 200 6. “Your longevity will match that of gold and jade” means (1 point) the poet will turn to stone. the poet will turn to metal. the poet will never die. the poet will be wealthy. 7. What can you conclude from this poem? (1 point) The Han did not believe in fairies. The Han believed in magic. The Han craved wealth. The Han traveled over Qin Mountain daily. 8. You can infer from the poem that the Han people highly valued (1 point) gold and jade. brightness and beauty. traveling in the mountains. white deer. 9. The line: "you will never reach senility” means (1 point) the poet will never die. the poet will never get old. the poet will never be rich. the poet will never see fairies. 10. What does the poet want from the fairies? (1 point) gold jade the Dao the pavilions 11. Ancient Chinese believed their gods needed ____ to keep them happy. (1 point) offerings of food blood sacrifices offerings of money offerings of pictures of food 12. "_____" pay their rent by giving the landlord a portion of their crops. (1 point) Tenant farmers All farmers Subsistence farmers none of these 13. The Zhou dynasty claimed this principle gave them the right to rule. (1 point) Divine Right of Kings Mandate of Heaven popular mandate none of these 14. The belief that people pass through many lives is called (1 point) saturation. consternation. reunification. reincarnation. 15. Which river empties into the Arabian Sea? (1 point) Indus Nile Ganges Pataliputra 16. An important writer from the Gupta period was (1 point) Krishna. Buddha. Kalidasa. Aesop. 17. Wu Wang led a rebellion against the _____ because they were so cruel. (1 point) Xia dynasty Shang dynasty Zhou dynasty Qin dynasty 18. Zhang Qian went to explore west of China. He brought back stories of (1 point) the Trojan War. Greece. unicorns. the Roman Empire. 19. Military leaders with their own armies are called (1 point) generals. henchmen. warlords. vassals. 20. Name two advances made by Indian mathematicians without which computers would be impossible today. (3 points) 21. What preparation did young men make for taking the civil service test during the Han dynasty? (3 points) 22. What is suttee? What does this practice say about the relative values of men and women in ancient Indian culture? (3 points) 23. Most men failed the civil service test given by the Han dynasty. If a young man did not pass, what could he do? (3 points)

Rhetorical Question..? Hi ^o^ - I'm doing a static image assignment (poem analysing) which is worth 3 credits so it's really important ^__^ My teacher told me that the question I'm using is a rhetorical question but I want to cut it down. Quote: 'Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Some one had blundered: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die:' <-- okay so that is the rhetorical question. If i cut it down to, 'Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Thei'rs but to do and die,' Would that still be a rhetorical question? If not, what kind of language feature is it? Please help if you can ^o^ ~Much thanks, Haru-chan The poem is: 'The Charge of the Light Brigade,' I dunno why..but it is 'Their's' xD Sorry..so 'Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die' is a statement? Is there any specifc language feature for it? Thanks guys~~ Sorry..so 'Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die' is a statement? Is there any specifc language feature for it? Thanks guys~~

help with sensory details? ok so my teacher told us to add sensory details to every noun in our paper our paper is supposed to be about some work of literature that we have a strong connection with can you guys help me think of some details to add in thanks The lovely sounding song Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses has a special meaning to me. The tear-jerking song is performed as if it is about two jubilant people who love each other. I have many fond memories with this charming song because it has delighted me throughout my melancholy days. I enjoy this delectable song immensely because now I can appreciate the elated metaphors and euphoric similes in the singer’s sumptuous lyrics. “She's got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain”. This quote to me symbolizes beauty, and this beauty enthralls me and has captured the essence of my soul. This quote’s figurative language includes a simile because it uses as to compare eyes to rain. I like the lyrics because they move me and make me feel emotional. “I hate to look into those eyes, and see an ounce of pain”. This quote moves me most when sung in context. It shows that the narrator cares deeply about another person, so it is important to the plot of the song. This song’s lyrics fit together as a romantic poem. The lyrics contain various beautiful metaphors and similes until the third verse. In the third verse of the song the lyrics take a dramatic turn. “Where do we go, where do we go now, where do we go”. This quote explains the confusion that the two characters of the song go through in their love. After these intense moments of drama the lyrics drive to a screaming finish. The song Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses holds astounding sentimental value for me. The composition has become my favorite song and it always will be. actually im in tenth grade honors english and this just a practice assignment but she said for every single noun we need a detail also i need to add one metaphor of my own any advice on that would be appreciated

Help with my poetry homework?!? Can someone please help me with my homework? I have to write about a poem (down below) and then it has what i have to write about it. it’s so hard and confusing! Thanks :D I’ve asked teachers and everything and they won’t help me grr. Sorry that it’s so long. And I just put the poem all on one line as it took up to much room. It’s written by an aboriginal poet as well. “Civilisation” We who came late to civilisation, missing a gap of centuries. When you came we marvelled and admired, but with foreboding. We had so little but we had happiness, each day a holiday, for we were people before we were citizens, before we were ratepayers, tenants, customers, employees, parishioners. How could we understand, white mans gradings, rigid and unquestioned, your sacred totems of lord and lady. Highness and holiness, eminence, majesty. We could not understand, your strange cult of uniformity, this mass obedience to clocks, time tables. Puzzled, we wondered why, the importance to you, urgent and essential, of ties and gloves, shoe polish, uniforms. New to us were jails and orphanages. Rents and taxes, banks and mortgages. We who has so few things, the prime things, we had no policemen, lawyers, middlemen, brokers, financiers, millionaires. So they bewildered us, all the new wonders, stocks and shares, real estate. Compound interest, sales and investments. Oh we have benefited, we have been lifted with new knowledge, a new world opened. Suddenly caught up in white man ways gladly and gratefully we accept, and this necessity. But remember, white man, if life is for happiness, you too, surely, have much to change. -Written by Oodgeroo Noonuccal (Kath walker) Poetry oral task. ( 3rd person) Introduction. 1.Perform the poem. 2.Poet? Title? Time written? (socio historic/cultural context) purpose / a comment on its merit/achievement. Purpose of the task – “Remember you are explaining what the poem says about Australian IDENTITY. Body Paragraph. Convey. 1.Subject + background setting (socio historic/ cultural context) 2.Purpose – talk about the poets’ message / theme about what it is to be Australian / Australian identity. (Quote a line/s that illustrates this and explain what or how it shows this.) 3.How? Craftsmanship. – Language devices/ imagery, sounds, (onomatopoeia) metaphor/simile. Rhythms/ assonance. Consonance etc. You must give examples from the poem and explain what effect this has AND what role it has in conveying the poets meaning. Conclusion. Overall comment based on your reading about what the poet values + believes in. It also had to be written in one of three ways: select a narrative poem and from your propestive, discuss how the poet represented the situation/characters in the poem and how this was accomplashed. or select a narrtive poem and in character, discyss how the poet represented you in the poem and how this was accomplished. or select a nartive poem and in character as the poet discuss how you represetned the situation/characters in the poem and how this was accomplished.

Do you think I'm NERD? Look, I've been targeted by many people as NERD (and even more). Here's the deal: I reasearch for fun about History, Politics and Religion. At school I socialize only the essential, but with certain limits because they aren't always patient with me. When I say poems to the loved girl I say romantic stuff: "Love is originated in the hypothalamus and often interpretated as a heart emotion due to the irregular beating it provokes" NO KIDDING. But really, I can't get along with people who don't understand me, and therefore they are not patient. They say I'm very ANXIOUS ( TodayI jotted down the exact hour, when I lent a pencil to a friend, just to be sure). I discuss with the history teacher about khazars and Zionism. I made an Israeli music presentation in front of my class (9th grade), and they liked it so much that they called me to 12th grade for 3 classes about Middle East culture. (I am on Palestinian's side) My most important quotes are: -Time's up, we're out of time, it's already break, you're 2 minutes ahead, time is... but the most famous is "I AM TRUSTWORTHY". That's what I always say. Althought I can tell you the history and political situation of almost every conutry, and even I helped a teacher of mine in her Seminary college-level homework (we're both Christians), I can't say I'm done investigating and beign a better person every day. P.S. They say I'm exactly like Sheldon Cooper (from The Big Bang Theory), but physically and in my personality. THANKS FOR YOUR ANSWERS.

Help with my poetry homework?!? Can someone please help me with my homework? I have to write about a poem (down below) and then it has what i have to write about it. it’s so hard and confusing! Thanks :D I’ve asked teachers and everything and they won’t help me grr. Sorry that it’s so long. And I just put the poem all on one line as it took up to much room. It’s written by an aboriginal poet as well. “Civilisation” We who came late to civilisation, missing a gap of centuries. When you came we marvelled and admired, but with foreboding. We had so little but we had happiness, each day a holiday, for we were people before we were citizens, before we were ratepayers, tenants, customers, employees, parishioners. How could we understand, white mans gradings, rigid and unquestioned, your sacred totems of lord and lady. Highness and holiness, eminence, majesty. We could not understand, your strange cult of uniformity, this mass obedience to clocks, time tables. Puzzled, we wondered why, the importance to you, urgent and essential, of ties and gloves, shoe polish, uniforms. New to us were jails and orphanages. Rents and taxes, banks and mortgages. We who has so few things, the prime things, we had no policemen, lawyers, middlemen, brokers, financiers, millionaires. So they bewildered us, all the new wonders, stocks and shares, real estate. Compound interest, sales and investments. Oh we have benefited, we have been lifted with new knowledge, a new world opened. Suddenly caught up in white man ways gladly and gratefully we accept, and this necessity. But remember, white man, if life is for happiness, you too, surely, have much to change. -Written by Oodgeroo Noonuccal (Kath walker) Poetry oral task. ( 3rd person) Introduction. 1.Perform the poem. 2.Poet? Title? Time written? (socio historic/cultural context) purpose / a comment on its merit/achievement. Purpose of the task – “Remember you are explaining what the poem says about Australian IDENTITY. Body Paragraph. Convey. 1.Subject + background setting (socio historic/ cultural context) 2.Purpose – talk about the poets’ message / theme about what it is to be Australian / Australian identity. (Quote a line/s that illustrates this and explain what or how it shows this.) 3.How? Craftsmanship. – Language devices/ imagery, sounds, (onomatopoeia) metaphor/simile. Rhythms/ assonance. Consonance etc. You must give examples from the poem and explain what effect this has AND what role it has in conveying the poets meaning. Conclusion. Overall comment based on your reading about what the poet values + believes in. It also had to be written in one of three ways: select a narrative poem and from your propestive, discuss how the poet represented the situation/characters in the poem and how this was accomplashed. or select a narrtive poem and in character, discyss how the poet represented you in the poem and how this was accomplished. or select a nartive poem and in character as the poet discuss how you represetned the situation/characters in the poem and how this was accomplished.

poems or quotes thanking teachers.? i am in yearbook and i have to do the dedication page and my teacher wants me to find a poem or quote thanking my teachers but i can't find any. does anyone have any good sites or something. thanks for any help!

poems or quotes? I need a poem or a quote for a pre-school teacher to thank them for their hard work and dedication to my child.

what are some good lines or quotes about envy? i need a quote, poem, or line about envy. its for my homework and its due tomorrow, Monday the 16th. my teacher said it cant be off the internet, it has to be made up from yourself. so i was wondering if anyone could make one up and tell me? THANKS SO MUCH(:

okay who ever is a poem lover or good with the internet easy two points to answer my question!? okay so i need a poem or a kinna long quote that's about a student teaching a teacher, thanks soo much!

french gcse (poetry)? can anyone please help me? i need to make up a short poem in french about love, and i dont know what to write :( can u give me simple ideas/phrases? thanks please dont quote actual poems (especially famous ones) since my teacher is native french

can anyone help me with an envy quote or poem? i need a quote, poem, or line about envy. its for my homework and its due tomorrow, Monday the 16th. my teacher said it cant be off the internet, it has to be made up from yourself. so i was wondering if anyone could make one up and tell me? THANKS SO MUCH(:

quotes for a insporation? ok, i am going to decorate a bored. and i was thinking of having poems for studneds and teachers to read.. so help them through the day . its going to to for a college so any help will do.. thanks

Wuthering heights project :/? so we have to do like a myspace page type of thing like having to do with our character my character in Linton heathcliff so we have to say what would our characters favorite quote be? what poem would the character have on their "myspace" whats the general dislikes, likes, music, books, heroes, travel, hobbies, awards recongnition and we have to make 3 blogs they would write, the problem is i dont know how to like say something and support the idea there has to be a connection with what we pick for that character! like this is hard because i cant say something like of his hobbies would be..blah blah blah because the teacher said if we have no text support we have to be able to tell her why we chose that i got song he would have on his myspace, i put pain by 3 days grace lol since he is such a sad kind of person so the point is i need ideas of how am i going to be able to do this...thanks

Just started this story, rough, rough draft, looking for opinions? Part 1 of 4 – How this all came to be… 1. Wednesday’s are notorious for being the slowest day of the week. Every tick of the clock seems to move backward, and watching it only makes those movements backwards a hell of a lot slower. And as those ticks clicked backwards, Johnny could feel his pulse and temperature rising ever so slightly. The back of his neck felt like sun burn after being slapped, and his blood pressure bumped and thumped like the blood was trying to break loose. He’d look back at the clock, waiting, and waiting, and waiting for 3:15. 3:15 was the book of Revelation to him. It meant the day was over, at least for a couple more hours. It meant he could back home, relax, take a shower, masturbate, discuss the meaning of everything. But 3:15 was still a ways a way. He yawned and positioned himself in as many awkward positions as time would allow. Any awkward position would keep him awake, but only for a moment. Soon his inner body would adjust, and start falling asleep again. He felt mechanical. Two sides of him were competing for attention. Neither one was really winning, except whoever was making the more rationale argument. I could leave. Leave early, say I have a doctor’s appointment. (You would miss the rest of the lecture) I’m missing it anyway. I can barely stay awake. (You’re parent’s aren’t paying for you to sleep) Shut up. (You’ve got a child on the way) Those words woke him up more than any awkward position was ever going to. It made him breath deep breaths and sweat big sweats. He wasn’t even sure who he was, and now he was going to have to direct someone else’s life. It didn’t help that the professor was talking in somewhat hypnotic speech. Eerily soothing, and causing those eyelids to become perhaps a dozen times heavier than they already were. Johnny stuck it out. Just like he did every Wednesday. 2. Across campus, Timothy was already deeply engrossed in another afternoon film. It was the second film he had watched today. This semester he cleared most of his schedule for watching movies. He got a job at the campus library checking in and out books. Occasionally, he’d push the rack all over the library placing books in their respective places. He mother fucked the Dewey Decimal System to high heaven, claiming their had to be an easy way to catalog books. He always assumed someone else could do it. This afternoon’s selection was the 1948 Orson Welles version of Macbeth. Timothy was on a Shakespeare kick for the past two weeks. He’d brought home just about every version of Hamlet from the library last week. Bragnah and Zeffirelli and Olivier and Burton, not to mention the half dozen or so stage productions with names no one would ever recogonize. He said he saw something about himself in the character of Hamlet. Something about the madness, and the way Hamlet carried himself. The library was the perfect place for him to work. The campus library housed nearly every film ever made. The rows and rows of cinema, past and present, screamed “watch me.” Timothy was just the person to do that. 3. Concluding her fourth week teaching was Jocelyn. She was just finishing a lecture on neurons and how they worked. “Remember there is to be a test on Monday. This is going to be on. I’m going to ask you some tough stuff.” Her voice was drowned out by the sound of zippers and notebooks closing. You wouldn’t think of a notebook closing, making any noise at all. But given the onslaught of three hundred notebooks, and it was a symphony of whooshes and wishes. The semester was just getting started. She had settled in nicely, to the student teaching position. It curbed most of the cost of her graduate education. Her parents were happy about this. They weren’t so happy about the seven month unborn child she was carrying around. Unmarried. Still in school. Oh yes, her parents were plenty worried about that situation to even fully appreciate the tuition waiver for her graduate work. She had refused to tell her parents who the father was. At least up until now. Her parent’s patience was running thin, and she soon would. But first she had some thing of her own to clear up. She was constantly pondering her graduate degree, wondering and wondering if any of it was worth it. She wondered if she only enrolled to quell the fact that this child was the end of her young life. No condoms, how could I be so stupid. She thought this constantly, and consistently. She felt like the girl in the sex ed video, who stayed home on Friday, when her friends went out, just so she could watch her baby. Her friends, all of them, were so supportive, but their eyes fed her that thank-god—that’s-not-my-child look. She could feel their eyes move up and down her body, the same way a guy does to a girl he sees coming his way. But there eyes were not with with lust, or love, but complete relief. No fucking condoms, you stupid piece of shit. The last of the students headed out the door, just as she was gathering up her things. Just a lonely pregnant women in the middle of the auditorium, all alone. That’s how things for her had felt lately. 4. “The ending is more pronounced because of the change that Ching Fong goes through.” Johnny professors says, to a mostly interested class. Johnny’s arousal level is less than willing to continue. Who would have thought 18th century Japanese literature could be so boring? Johnny wondered if all literature was so boring. He even went as far to wonder if culture in general and everything about it was this boring. All the films, books, and paintings. Every poem, paragraph and page every written and typed, was it all bullshit. “What do you think, Johnny?” his professor asked. He realized his wandering eyes, and heavy yawns had attracted the attention of his teacher. “Uh, yeah.” He answered. The class giggled in unison. He had no clue what the lecture was about, hadn’t even paid attention in the last week. Johnny wasn’t even entirely sure he was reading from the same book as everyone else. “Mr. Walsh, part of your grade is participation. So I am asking for your opinion.” The professor was dead serious, in your face. The class’ eyes were all on him, waiting for his opinion. “I’m going to be honest, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He answered. The laughs came back, but there were fewer this time around, like an inside joke that only a few are apart of. “Looks like that will be an F for participation today, Mr. Walsh.” The professor stared at him, half expecting a reply but continued right on with what he was talking about. Johnny wondered what this guy was like in middle or high school. Probably the kid who got quarters thrown at him in study hall. Johnny laughed on the inside at the thought of flying George Washingtons hitting him on the head. His gazed returned to the outside, where the weather was becoming more and more brilliant by the moment. The clouds were turning a light gray, not the kind that bring rain, but the kind that make Johnny feel complete. There was a slight breeze, he could discern from the swaying trees. Some kids were playing soccer on the lawn. Kicking the black and white ball back and forth. It didn’t appear there were any defined goals. There didn’t need to be, the whole point was just to be outside. Some other kids were just sitting under trees text or fictional books sprawled across their laps, ingesting the whole sum of human knowledge. Johnny’s deep blue eyes slightly watered at the thought that this was it. This room would be the end of him, and he knew it. His mood was in a downward spiral since the start of the summer. When she told him. When she told him, that within her, his seed had reached her egg, and together they were creating a child. She hadn’t quite put it like that, but he always preferred the most defined definition he could reach. I gave it to her. I gave it to her too damn good. (Better watch your mouth, round that newborn) My parents swore around me, and look, I’m fine. (Yeah you conceived a child that you have no clue how to care for) He remembered an idea from Introductory Psych. Objective Self Awareness. Whenever the focus shifts inward, you enter this state of subject awareness. When your self and self image don’t align, it produces negative feelings. His teacher then suggested this is why we see so many IPODS and ZUNES. So people can drown out their own thoughts and remain focused outward. Johnny sighed and succumbed himself to the last fifteen minutes of class. The outside was not much farther away. 5. “This is terrible.” Timothy said out loud to the walls and the carpet, and the stack of recently viewed movies on the floor. Among them such classics as the Campbell Scott version of Hamlet, the 1989 film When Harry Met Sally, and the fifth Star Trek film. The odd assortment of films was the way Timothy liked to watch them. He never liked to watch the same genre twice in a row. The past two weeks had been a rare exception to the rule. Consistency was key, as he examined the various productions of Hamlet. Timothy was looking for the differences between each production. The smallest of details, such as camera or lighting, and he jotted them down in a notebook. With his copy of Hamlet to his side, Johnny would here him all the way down the hall. Quoting Shakespeare four hundred years after the Bard had suffered the deep dark plunge we all go to. “Oh all you, host o heaven! O Earth! What else?” Timothy would recite. It would seem the voice were coming from the walls, or that Johnny was schizophrenic. But no, not at all. It was the sounds of the Globe Theatre traveling through time, and space to America. To Pennsylvania. To Pittsburgh. It was being absorbed in the hearts of the young, being prepared for passage to another generation. Timothy was not enjoying this version of Macbeth at all. Maybe it was the black and white of it all, but Timothy could not even stand to finish it. He turned it off and returned it to it’s proper case. His afternoon was carefully planned to have enough time to watch this, then the Roman Polanski version, then study for the up and coming “exam of the semester, quite possibly my life” is what he was calling it. The change in plans gave him some extra free time. So he stared at the wall, working on the story waiting to be poured onto paper. 5. Johnny quickly left the lecture hall, not wanting to be stopped by Professor Asshole on the way out. For the obvious and not so obvious reasons. The first of course being he was afraid he might actually slip and call him professor ASSHOLE! And the second being, he didn’t feel like getting the paying attention will help you do better lecture. Or the I’m not standing up here for my health lecture. He’d heard them before, or some version of them. He had pretty much been uninterested in anything but philosophy since he took his first class all those years ago. The ideas and thoughts and logic of the past four thousand years was constantly bouncing around in his mind, and his pure undivided attention was constantly on that. Pondering and wondering. Thinking and reasoning. 6. Timothy had a notebook where he kept pictures and comments. Little shreds and bits of information that he eventually thought would help him in the screenwriting process. His whole view of Planet Earth changed when he would doodle away at the notebook. The cries for help from Africa, the depleting ozone layer, the pollution and over population, the whole world just went away. His friends, mostly Johnny, often wondered if there was a screw or two loose. Something just never made sense with Timothy. In all actuality, that is just the way he presented himself. One step behind the rest. He scrawled a few shapes and figures into the notebook. Hoping that some ultimately amazing wonderful tidbit of dialogue would come pouring outward onto the paper. Some great quote that college kids, and adults alike would continue saying for years afterwards. Something inspirational, and spine tingling. His getting longer by the day black hair was at his eyes right now. He loved the way it blew in the wind, even if everyone he knows did not. He was slightly chubby, but nothing a doctor would recommend a safer diet over. Most of the clothes he wears are two sizes too big, and he only shaves when he absolutely has to. Yet he cannot grow a full beard at this point. More like sporadic spots of hairs. A “chin strap” is what some up tight sorority girl had called it last semester. His school nurse, and his eye doctor all decided he should wear corrective lenses. He never does, except when he’s behind the wheel of a car. The glasses he has now are the same ones he got in junior high. He writes in his notebook: The fate of your life is directly affected by the fate of those around you. “That’s the worst quote in the history of quoting.” He says to himself. He ponders lighting up the old bubbler. Let rip a few quick hits of the wacky tobaccy before he sails off to watch the other version of Macbeth. He draws a man drowning at sea with a bubble above it screaming help. Next to that he draws a big boat and writes TITANTIC along the side. The guy in the tower has a bubble now too. It says “sorry pal, can’t stop for nothing.” He laughs to himself and closes the notebook. Another day at the office he assures himself. 7. Jocelyn is walking down the aisle of the auditorium, the weight of her bag to her side. If someone was observing her from the backside, they would think she was having a seizure the way she was walking. She could truly care less though. Abortion was an idea that she hadn’t really thought about at all. She remembered in the weeks after she told Johnny she was pregnant, she could see it in his eyes. Those eyes that were begging for an abortion chit chat. It seemed to her that he was just waiting for her to bring it up.She had wanted to talk about it, but every time she saw that he was eager and willing to get rid of this child, it angered her, and made her want it that much more. And now, she insisted it was too late. She remembered when she was an undergrad, and walking along Forbes Ave, some old lady was holding a great big poster, depicting an abortion at twenty-three weeks. The picture was disturbing but effective in one aspect. She stopped and yelled at the old woman, declaring it was a women’s right to choose. She even attended a march for Female’s Rights a few years back. She had always argued in favor of it, but now, when it was her child, she couldn’t help but cradle her belly and imagine the life she planned to give her child. Whether or not Johnny was going to be apart of it, was debatable. 8. In the last ten minutes of each hour, the hallways filled up with students from every area of the globe. Johnny had come from a suburban white man’s paradise. Coming to Pitt was the biggest culture shock he had ever received. A lifetime of one type of person, and suddenly inserted into the throbbing heart of the idea of America. He had savored every moment, unlearning everything K through 12 taught him. Public Education, he declared in an essay, was flawed. It was one dimensional. He considered the pledge of Allegiance. Writing about the pledge, he realized he couldn’t even remember it. We spend thirteen years, reciting the Pledge daily, to leave it behind once we leave high school. He had not said it once since then. And it was a system of control. Implemented by men in suits far away trying to curb individualism. Or so he had wrote. “Hey.” A voice called from behind him. It was Justine. He turned to see her smiling and eager to talk. “Hiya.” He replied, smiling. Justine was a nice break from the going to be a father routine. “Boring class.” She said, slugging her book bag over her shoulder. “Is it ever exciting?” he questioned. “You damn philosophers, always asking questions but never coming up with any real answers.” She laughed. Johnny leaned in real close to her, almost directly next to her ear. “That’s what makes us so attractive.” He laughed, and so did she. It was a I-Want-You laugh. But both of them knew the reality of Johnny’s situation. Both of them knew that on it’s way was a boy or girl, and for the next eighteen years or so, Johnny would be busy cradling, raising, and sending off to college a child. “You wanna go get a cup of coffee?” She asked. He shook his head. He wondered what they were brewing down at the French Press. “Alright, but I insist on you buying.” He laughed again and they took to the steps. Johnny this is masturbation. (Dude) Well, you’re a child, and this is the big boy’s menu. (Touche) 8. Jocelyn stopped to talk to one of her students waiting outside the auditorium. Her name was Tammy, and she nearly waited everyday outside the door. Tammy always asked the most interesting questions about psychology. She seemed generally interested in it, and Jocelyn assumed this girl would eventually declare psych as a major. She just hated the idea of her waiting till after class to ask the question. Tammy was obviously shy. But the questions she was asking were ones the whole class could benefit from. “Ms. Everett, hey, how are you.” Tammy said. She was still holding her notebook, and glancing at it as she walked up. “I’m pregnant.” She replied, solemnly. She hoped the question would be simple. She wanted to go lie down and eat a half pint of ice cream. “Oh, really, I hadn’t noticed.” Tammy smile, nervously. “Anyway, I just have a quick question.” “Concerning neurons?” “Ummm, not quite. I was looking through your page on the school’s website.” She started. Jocelyn felt suddenly violated. You looked at my website, for what? “I saw that you were a part of a undergraduate research project.” Christ, this is going to take forever. “And I was curious how one gets involved in such things.” She was just a curious student, curious like she was when she started school. Interested in how the great big gray matter could produce feelings of love, hate, and complete and utter dissatisfaction with life. “Tammy, I have to head to a OB appointment. Can you stop by my office tomorrow around 11. I’ll give you all the details, and introduce you to the researcher involved in that.” “Oh, yeah, sure.” She laughed, but it was filled with anxiety, and embarrassment. Jocelyn didn’t really have an appointment, at least not today. But she was exhausted, lugging her bag of education all around campus. She never envisioned doing this while pregnant. She suddenly was jealous of her friends from high school. They were either engaged or married to men who were going to take care of them for the rest of their lives. Till death or divorce do them part. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Tammy hurried off. Jocelyn watched as she walked away and headed out the door. Was Tammy so much different then her three years ago? She wondered if she had just shattered a girl’s dreams of making a difference. She always said the biggest problem with the youth was no one wanted to make a difference. Perhaps it was because there were so many problems that the aspect of making a difference was such a loaded issue. Global warming, overpopulation, health care, mental health. There were more problems than solutions associated with those. And now it was her generation’s responsibility to correct all this. The past fifty years of American Hedonism and unilaterialism had pretty much destroyed any prospect of America in the future. And now, when her generation failed there would be nothing but cynicism towards her. She imagined her child, starving to death, or dying of an uninsured illness saying “Thanks a lot, Mom. Thanks for letting me die.” She felt like crying. And maybe as she was watching t.v. and eating Ben and Jerry’s she would. She would let a small river, or creek of tears stream down her face and try and be optimistic. 9. Timothy burnt his thumb lighting up his bubbler. He usually did, especially when trying to take a big hit. Smoke billowed up from the marijuana, and he held in the lung-full hit he had taken. He could feel it lingering in his lungs. A little longer. He could see the gray color sinking into his lungs, and the smaller molecules journeying to his brain. He could see the smaller molecules binding to his neurons, and completely fucking him up. Joceyln had explained it all to him one time. One day when the two of them were stoned, she told him exactly what happened upstairs. He always liked getting stoned with Jocelyn, but she hadn’t smoked in a long, long time. Ever since she decided she wanted to be a doctor. But only lately had she become the uptight chick she was. At this point, he just felt bad for Johnny. He could see the way Johnny looked at her and knew his friend didn’t want that. But the two of them were far past breaking up at this point. Even if they wanted to, they had been brought up to respect the idea of the American family. Raised in a house with a mom and dad. The sad part was that neither of them were completely sure of it. Johnny had never said anything, but it was the way he acted around her, or didn’t act around her. He did not respond to her like he used to. It used to be she said jump, and he was in the air. But now, it seemed it was all Jocelyn could do to keep him around. He remembered one night he’d come home from class, and there was a note one the table saying he was going away for a little bit, to clear his head. Johnny had just up and left. But he was back by the next day. When Timothy asked him what was wrong, he just said he was stressed and left it at that. Another big hit, and he could feel the drug kick in. Everything became heavy and light. It felt like his conscious was trying to keep up with reality.

Do I understand William Staffords "A Way of Writing"? did i get an A on my final? My motto quote! “If something occurs to me, it’s all right to accept it” Final-Part One Question: Explain what your motto does mean or could mean to you in to the content of goal setting and your personal life. Include specific examples of and situations. 1.) The motto displayed at the top of the page means a great deal to me. When I first chose this motto for my class, Creative Writing, I did not think it would mean as much as it does to me currently. I had to write this motto on top of every paper. I thought it was lame for the longest time. But as I wrote my poetry for this class, I realized that this motto was apart of me. My motto meant that I was independent. That I could take on anything and I would be okay. I might be alone for a while and have to take care of myself on my own. However, everything for me was going to be okay. I was going to accept my life that would be laid out in front of me. That person that would lay my life down would be me. This is a great responsibility one person can take on. If someone can realize that they are in charge of their own path, they realize their existence. They become their true self. As corny as that might sound it’s true. Question 2 Explain in one paragraph how your motto connects with writing to someone who did not read the essay or take this class. In another paragraph explain the concept of the motto and the writing process used in this class. Be specific. 2.) a.) My motto chosen takes the essay and in essence, sums the whole essay into one meaning. The author is stating that If he were to run into a problem or even a great fortune he must take that event and work around it to mesh it into his life. b.) Writing a story can be simple as ones thought process if you just look at everything from a neutral point of view and try to see things by how the way they are. What makes a person who they are? A person is who they are by their upbringing, skills, etc. If someone were to take all their problems and learn from them instead of ignore them, they won’t have to make the same mistake twice. This will bring a person to become more wise and susceptible to success. Question 3: In which assignment from this class did your motto seem to fit the best? Be specific, quote passages, and cite examples. 3.) The motto I chose connects greatly to the Poetry Assignment. Everyone had to write a variety of different poems. Most people thought this was an easy A. However that may be true but, if you really paid attention to the assignment, a person would realize that everyone can write poetry and have it mean a lot to them. My biography poem actually said alot about myself for example "Who gives long deep speeches about common sense and how to apply it to everyday life". Writing is common sense. You can either lose yourself in poetry or find yourself in it. I found myself. I was more confident of my identity. I felt that my motto titled my high school story. The motto was a title to a series of events that would happen in my life time. Question 4:Tell me things about the class and if you liked it what you didn’t like etc. 4.) Creative writing is a great alternative to Composition writing classes. I feel that Creative writing really lets a student appreciate literature and learn from it. Mrs. Evans is the teacher that every student will remember. Her classes were cut and dry. The class focused on the important things that would really connect with students. Every senior wants to get out and not put there self’s to their fullest potential at this point, so that’s why there is Creative Writing. This is for students who just want to find their identity and move on. Creative writing made me understand that I am smart, even though my G.P.A doesn’t show it. Traditional schooling just isn’t for me. A little tiny suggestion though, get rid of the journal writing. Make it optional at least. I cannot focus on journals at the beginning of class. I have always been bad with journals.  I like the entrance writings because you give us something to really think about. It’s good to know where you stand on such little issues. Keep up with the “True Things” comedy! I loved it and I’m sure everyone else did. No one talks about these true things, but you did. It was awesome. Having a teacher that is okay with their identity makes it easier on the students and how they learn and why they learn it. A confident instructor=confident students. I am sorry for not doing most of the assignments first semester. I wish I would have realized then what I realized now. You are not the enemy, you are trying to help us and give us tools that we will be able to use for the wrest of our lives. Thanks!

Do I understand William Staffords "A Way of Writing"? did i get an A on my final? My motto quote! “If something occurs to me, it’s all right to accept it” Final-Part One Question: Explain what your motto does mean or could mean to you in to the content of goal setting and your personal life. Include specific examples of and situations. 1.) The motto displayed at the top of the page means a great deal to me. When I first chose this motto for my class, Creative Writing, I did not think it would mean as much as it does to me currently. I had to write this motto on top of every paper. I thought it was lame for the longest time. But as I wrote my poetry for this class, I realized that this motto was apart of me. My motto meant that I was independent. That I could take on anything and I would be okay. I might be alone for a while and have to take care of myself on my own. However, everything for me was going to be okay. I was going to accept my life that would be laid out in front of me. That person that would lay my life down would be me. This is a great responsibility one person can take on. If someone can realize that they are in charge of their own path, they realize their existence. They become their true self. As corny as that might sound it’s true. Question 2 Explain in one paragraph how your motto connects with writing to someone who did not read the essay or take this class. In another paragraph explain the concept of the motto and the writing process used in this class. Be specific. 2.) a.) My motto chosen takes the essay and in essence, sums the whole essay into one meaning. The author is stating that If he were to run into a problem or even a great fortune he must take that event and work around it to mesh it into his life. b.) Writing a story can be simple as ones thought process if you just look at everything from a neutral point of view and try to see things by how the way they are. What makes a person who they are? A person is who they are by their upbringing, skills, etc. If someone were to take all their problems and learn from them instead of ignore them, they won’t have to make the same mistake twice. This will bring a person to become more wise and susceptible to success. Question 3: In which assignment from this class did your motto seem to fit the best? Be specific, quote passages, and cite examples. 3.) The motto I chose connects greatly to the Poetry Assignment. Everyone had to write a variety of different poems. Most people thought this was an easy A. However that may be true but, if you really paid attention to the assignment, a person would realize that everyone can write poetry and have it mean a lot to them. My biography poem actually said alot about myself for example "Who gives long deep speeches about common sense and how to apply it to everyday life". Writing is common sense. You can either lose yourself in poetry or find yourself in it. I found myself. I was more confident of my identity. I felt that my motto titled my high school story. The motto was a title to a series of events that would happen in my life time. Question 4:Tell me things about the class and if you liked it what you didn’t like etc. 4.) Creative writing is a great alternative to Composition writing classes. I feel that Creative writing really lets a student appreciate literature and learn from it. Mrs. Evans is the teacher that every student will remember. Her classes were cut and dry. The class focused on the important things that would really connect with students. Every senior wants to get out and not put there self’s to their fullest potential at this point, so that’s why there is Creative Writing. This is for students who just want to find their identity and move on. Creative writing made me understand that I am smart, even though my G.P.A doesn’t show it. Traditional schooling just isn’t for me. A little tiny suggestion though, get rid of the journal writing. Make it optional at least. I cannot focus on journals at the beginning of class. I have always been bad with journals.  I like the entrance writings because you give us something to really think about. It’s good to know where you stand on such little issues. Keep up with the “True Things” comedy! I loved it and I’m sure everyone else did. No one talks about these true things, but you did. It was awesome. Having a teacher that is okay with their identity makes it easier on the students and how they learn and why they learn it. A confident instructor=confident students. I am sorry for not doing most of the assignments first semester. I wish I would have realized then what I realized now. You are not the enemy, you are trying to help us and give us tools that we will be able to use for the wrest of our lives. Thanks!