NOTES

NOTES! What have you noticed?

These are some Swedish vocab words I copied off of a poster in Ms. Agell's room (posted by Jake)

Glad = happy Lesden = sad Smal = skinny Tjock = fat Sover = sleeping Vaken = awake Dag = day Natt = night Bak = back Fram = front Ren = clean Smutsig = dirty Varmt = hot Kallt = cold Stor = big Liten = small

**Shown below is a note I wished to include on our very snazzy new Wiki Site (posted by Ali M.)**

– A pale pink bead fell from my sleeve. At night, they emerged from the crevices of my green sheets. They leaked from my hands, from my hair, from my mouth. They bounced and seethed my skin. They caressed my arm with their pink obscurity. Yet in my dreams they cradled me. If I touched them, they crumbled, and I shattered. Where could they possibly be coming from? An outer skin that was rotting, deteriorating into oblivion. But tonight, I did something different. Tonight, I let the beads run through my fingers. Yet, when I tried to hold them but they simply descended through my hands. I screamed at them, I strained to hurl them into the sky, but they gradually shrunk, smaller, and smaller, and smaller. My weariness caused me to do just as the beads, dwindle smaller and smaller, and smaller. I soon grew enervated from trying so hard, from being so strong. Did I truly wish for them to crumble? Did I truly want to melt? “No,” I whispered, “Stay.” And I was reborn.

**Shown below is a note, directly from our very own NQQ!**
As I was sitting in IA, I was thinking about the power and burden of boundaries. I soon dove into deeper thought, and came up with a blunt theory that perhaps nothing is correct. Now, what's the difference between right and correct? Well, I simply see it this way; right is unalienable and limitless, whereas correct restricts us from what is non-existent, it stifles us from everything and holds its feet upon our necks, keeping us from springing upright. Amidst my lost thought, I came up with a final statement: //perhaps what is correct, will never breath.//