Shawn L. Bird

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poem- valley June 8, 2015

We’re nestled here between the hills

protected from the harsh winds

warm and basking by the lake.

But you are bored,

you’re ready to escape,

to see what lies beyond the valley

and so we wave farewell

knowing after adventure,

home calls the blood.

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clean ex-teen September 13, 2011

Filed under: anecdotes — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:49 am
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The other day on Facebook, one of my former students posted this status.  It had me laughing so hard I asked her if I could share it with you:

The day you realize you’re no longer an adolescent: When you genuinely feel excited that you finally found a dishwasher detergent tablet that works well on stuck-on food… Doomed

Julia Goodridge

How about you?  When was the thing that told you that you finally weren’t an adolescent any more?

 

 

 
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