out of blue

Daffodils a poem
 by William Wordsworth

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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Coming back from my MA exam I think I will have some  more time to spend for my blog and students...

It has been a long time that I have decided to make some changes in the way my students feel in my class!

Actually the problem is that they are not so willing to speak out their ideas in the class and prefer to be silent!

Taking an english course without speaking seems so rediculous ha?

But today I found some interesting facts about my class!

The problem is that they are not interested in anything because they are used to hide the way they feel!!!

Today we talked so long about their feelings and I hope I can be helpful and change the way they behave at class!

 

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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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 It always seems impossible until it's done.
 
~Nelson Mandela

I am thankful to all those who said NO to me.
It's because of them I did it myself.
 
~Albert Einstein
 

Someone’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

~ Les Brown
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