Oh for goodness' sake, update your blog! More pictures. The packing list for Uni. Your short term goals, like get out of bed before 9am on a regular basis, get your bike fixed, give your mother the info on your college so she can pay the deposit, etc, etc, etc. And NO ye-olde-English. This blog is a no-Chaucer zone. Love-love, Mum.
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are
Insisting always on our own way so. She likes to halt us in our runner tracks, and make us get down in a foot of snow Debating what to do without an ax.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain: We will not be put off the final goal We have it hidden in us to attain, Not though we have to seize earth by the pole
And, tired of aimless circling in one place, Steer straight off after something into space.
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'On a Tree Fallen Across the Road' - Robert Frost.
Oh for goodness' sake, update your blog! More pictures. The packing list for Uni. Your short term goals, like get out of bed before 9am on a regular basis, get your bike fixed, give your mother the info on your college so she can pay the deposit, etc, etc, etc. And NO ye-olde-English. This blog is a no-Chaucer zone. Love-love, Mum.
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