Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Mrs. Swans class

was full of the top students from all of Charlotte. She had chosen them individually for their acumen in several of the areas of academic disciplines which make a bird astute. Cindy and Jen were especially gifted in music and played several instruments. Daisy and John were botanically instructed and knew all kinds of uses for the plants at the pond and in many other places. Sherry was a flight timing specialist and was very often called upon in class to do demonstrations of her prowess. Bobby and Calvin knew alot about the insects and not just how they tasted but what made them do what they do.
All together the class was alot of fun, but if Mrs. Swan didn't keep a strong hand on the class they would run all over her. She was a softee at heart, but she kept up a mean exterior so that she could keep order in the class.
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