E n g l i s h 9 W r i t i n g s
11/8/2017 3 Comments My Ithaca Poem4 years you spend here
Trudging through the endless stressed pressed upon you. To get through the quarter, the semester, the year. To graduate Though is that all there is? Mindless effort until, what? You leave this place, this place you called home for so long, this place you grew unimaginable amounts, this place that changed you completely. This place makes you, you. You come across fresh souls to shape you. Expand your mind to greater lengths that you have ever experienced. This is your life right now. Accept the now, love the now, bask in the now, because eventually, this time will be gone. You will feel the bittersweet taste in your mouth, and you will finally realize, the journey is greater than the destination.
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Lydia Frey
12/19/2017 07:11:17 am
Ava,
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Sarah Driscoll
5/22/2018 01:16:03 pm
This poem was really good! I loved the way you closed it, it felt very powerful. Maybe though, go back and read over and edit- some words didn't seem right and there were a few places you could improve word choice. But again, I loved it!
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Skylar Champion
5/25/2018 08:27:27 am
I really enjoyed how sort of nostalgic this is despite the fact that this is just freshman year. There's one line in the beginning that reads weirdly, but other than that, your writing seems very natural and conversational in a way. Loved it!!
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