Study Today, Succeed Tomorrow!

The right person, the wrong time

The right script, the wrong line.

The right poem, the wrong rhyme.

And a piece of you that was never mine.

~ unknown

co-working/body double stream tomorrow live now!

Wednesday, April 2 @ 8 PM MST

working on starting final exam studies for my film history class as well as working on content for my children's literature course! if you find yourself with tasks that align similarly for final exams coming up in the next month, you can join me at the link below:

I have been working hard to make streams the best experience possible! been messing around in my broadcasting software and learning lots from fellow creators! thank you all for your support, it means the world!

cannot WAIT till it starts looking like this outside again

hey i'm gonna work on an assignment, if you wanted to join?

“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.”

― Vincent van Gogh

friends i made soup :)

thinking about how hard this movie is going to hit when i finally have my ed degree and some experience… the layers of this movie that unfold every time i rewatch it is insane, the plot from Keating’s point of view is insane.

one of his top students finally lives his dream, and wow, he's amazing. then, suddenly, he's gone. no final words, but keating is sure he had a large part to play. keating watches as, gradually, the boys turn against him, but he doesn't hate them for it. there was no other choice, he gets that. charlie gets expelled, and there are now two empty desks where the most eager students used to sit. the boys to first rip up pritchard's stupid introduction, and stand on his desk. and the first to leave.

now, keating stands in his old classroom, listening to cameron read Understanding Poetry. thinking so much has changed, yet so little may be done about it. as the whole chalkboard is wiped clean.

little does he know, the remaining poets will call out to him, cherishing his teachings, and mr mcallister's steps gradually get further out into the snow. change can glide through the air, if only you allow yourself to inhale once more.