Random Musings

[mysfytvisions]

The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs

Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall

The lunatics are in my hall

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And everyday the paper boy brings more

In the distant grey haze where dwell my high school memories there

Comments

[tinawiesen]

Oh, if only my English courses in high school were even remotely as interesting, I'm sure the classes I was forced to endure would have been beneficial. They weren't.

My history classes were, however. I already had a deep love for the past, even way back then, but it was the teacher that inspired me to actually THINK and question.

You provide the same kind of motivation for me now, only with a far more personal connection. And that, my dear, is priceless.

I'm only a mediocre student, but I will always be an attentive and appreciative one.

[mysfytvisions]

Believe me, that was a most unusual lesson. The fact that I cannot even remember the teacher involved says much about the fact that she had little to do with what went on, lol.

And as for me providing the same kind of motivation... not sure how I do that when all we ever do is talk about Casey, lol...but seeing as how you're the only one who ever reads my stuff, I ain't gonna argue :P I enjoy knowing that you do like to read it :)