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Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide,
He was just a wand'ring mongrel from the weary world outside;
He was not aristocratic, being mostly ribs and hair,
With a hint of spaniel parents and a touch of native bear.
The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.
FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
On the kind bosom of eternal love
She finds unknown beatitude above.
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
scared me—the newspapers, morning and evening,
kept saying it, training bra,
The floor was shaking under my feet
My heart was beating fast
I thought I would fall off my seat
I felt my head would blast
Through many countries and over many seas
I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites,
to show this final honour to the dead,
and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes,
since now fate takes you, even you, from me.
Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
Once upon a time there was lockdown due to virus and School all stopped
Online Classes going on
The teacher said buy a phone to see the classes. Parents decided to buy a phone. children take a phone and not studied well
And not seeing the classes and day playing with the phones.
Snow, snow, where it all goes, nobody knows, children come and play and have snowball fights on this day, no sun to ruin the fun, only snow today, when the kids ask the parents to go out to play, the parents say you may, snow, snow, come today and please don't go away, we need it for our plans, snow in our hands, then when were done, what is needed is candy and hot cocoa, sure will be dandy, sun don't come so soon, snow stay until noon, tomorrow we have school, but today is a snow day hooray, for today the kids play and the parents watch and smile as if its a play, rather to be inside, outside is the choice for all and no other should satisfy us more, hot chocolate with smores, snow, snow, where it all go, nobody knows, children come and play and have snowball fights on this day.
When you become a parent
You will then understand,
Why your parents raised their voices
And sometimes raised their hand.
This is another day, yet I find this day very hard. I felt sick in stomach at morning and threw up twice. Since then I am scared, I am very scared. Could I be pregnant? Oh God, please help me, I don't want to be pregnant again.
I have three daughters- seven years old Bishakaha, five years old Sulekha and three years old Rekha. I was pregnant again a year ago. When I was four months pregnant, my husband and my mother in-law coaxed me to see a clinic in near by town to find if this was a boy. Bad luck to me and to them, she was a female again. They wanted me to terminate that pregnancy then and there. Though I did not want another daughter but I did not want to abort that baby either. They forcefully got me admitted to the clinic. I opposed, I fought and I cried but none cared. On that day, then and there, that pregnancy was terminated.
Be happy with the gifts your parents gave;
Be thankful for the things your parents did;
Be grateful for their sacrifices made;
Be joyful for all things they try to do.
MAT MODEL OF EDUCATIONAL LEADERSHIP
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