"Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity."
By Emily Dickinson

I miss English class in a way.
I miss being in class.
I'm so excited for school to come.
WOOO FOR NOVEMBER 17 I get to freaken know when I can register.
My life will finally be on some sort of track.
Its time for me to stop wondering around thinking about what I will do tomorrow.
And do something TODAY!
on that know I'm off to take care of some business.