Snacks and Songs

I arrive at school around 8am everyday. From there I transform into a listener, an artist, and a writer. I am tested, I am pop-quizzed, and I am called on. I debit and credit business transactions and I debate on grammar rules. Between class, I snack on granola bars and lately I have slipped in some apples with peanut-butter and chocolate chips--a comfort food. The peanut-butter and chocolate chip combination remind me of being 10 again, enjoying the suggested image of eating ants-on-a-log (that's what the apple snack is called, ants-on-a-log).

At work, I have fun. Sometimes that fun can be heightened or ruined by a song that is stuck in my head (the heightening and ruining depend on the song). This week was different. Very different. This week I had something even better than a song stuck in my head and it was there all week. It was a poem. Samuel Taylor Coleridge (you're the man):

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

It almost sounds like a wave. It was better than any song.

This week I had 4 quizzes, 1 practice test, 2 accounting lessons and 6 classes to attend. I am grateful youthful snacks and poets who keep my week alive and exciting.

I am very happy.