To the airport I go And out that window the land I seek The temperature outside was so low The airplane’s fuel tank started to leak The ground beneath us shook And the violent wind blew Outside we took a look And there the old hag flew There a new tornado came It swallowed the..
Discipline Doing what you hate to do, but nonetheless doing it like you love it Why do people always want to be somewhere else? For some, winter is a good end to the blistering heat of summer. For others, it is but a season of melancholy. I have seen students having this uncontrollable desire for..