hope
Every Monday I am there.
There's no pomp or circumstance; I cross the classroom, calling each student over to pick out a book for the week's homework.
They come with wiggly teeth and diverse backgrounds; our big blue marble condensed in these four walls.
And I have to believe that this generation may just get it right.
There's no pomp or circumstance; I cross the classroom, calling each student over to pick out a book for the week's homework.
They come with wiggly teeth and diverse backgrounds; our big blue marble condensed in these four walls.
And I have to believe that this generation may just get it right.
Comments
isn't it?
but then, do they ever?