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Garric Report | 09/03/2009 6:32 pm: So far it's my Math 121 class. I know, it's a math class. But the teacher is really cool and the work isn't all that bad.

And I'm sorry it keeps taking me so long to write back. I've been really busy lately.
Garric Report | 08/26/2009 9:35 pm: It went really well actually. My classes are all pretty cool and the work isn't too bad. smile
Garric Report | 08/20/2009 4:33 pm: Sweet. Are you excited?

I started today actually. smile
Garric Report | 08/17/2009 9:57 am: I'm a little nervous. College shouldn't be that bad though. smile

When do you start?
Garric Report | 08/06/2009 1:31 pm: I've been good.

Why just eh?
Garric Report | 07/26/2009 10:52 am: Hey, how have you been? smile
Garric Report | 04/12/2009 1:06 pm: Long time no talk. How have you been lately?

I luv the avatar by the way. It looks great. smile
SnowFlower2507 Report | 04/03/2009 5:06 pm: lol i like the picture "three words, 'you broke me'" lol that is so you!!! I like your profile.
SnowFlower2507 Report | 03/14/2009 10:22 pm: How are you holding up with the no meat thing? Would you really eat a guinea pig?
Garric Report | 03/10/2009 6:37 am: I've been pretty good. How about you?

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I Believe

I believe:
in happiness, though I never feel it
in the stars, though I never get my wish
in God, though I've never heard him
in my future, though I don't know where it's headed
in love, though I don't know what it is
in life, though I will die

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O Captain! My Captain! By Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths--for you the shores
a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.

My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.