I have a brief story to tell of a day which I always remember and cherish during which I found out something very important about myself and my values in life. It happened when I was coming home from high school on my fisherman friends boat (we had to take a bus, then take a boat and then walk to get home). I was also a fisherman's son who also had worked on the fishing boat of my dad. But whereas my friend was in the general non-university program, I was in the university entrance program so I had aspirations for higher education. As we approached the float of my friend's house, I put down my briefcase with all my homework and jumped down onto the float with a line to help tie it up. Then when I looked up, my friend handed me my briefcase. This felt so good, that I was not forgetting my humble background and not acting superior but being what I was- a fisherman's son basically and primarily and secondarily a potential university student and that my friend appreciated my action.
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This stuff does not fit at all in the box
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In 1894, Frost had his first poem, "My Butterfly: an Elegy," published in The Independent, a weekly literary journal based in New York City. Two poems, "The Tuft of Flowers" and "The Trial by Existence," were published in 1906.
Works written: A Boy's Will, The Road Not Taken, Mountain Interval, The Gift Outright, ...
Professions: poets, teacher
Date of death: January 29, 1963
Born: March 26, 1874, San Francisco
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He sees other people fairly often.
“Men frequently say to me, ‘I should think you would feel lonesome down there, and want to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days and nights especially.’”
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However, he had laid a solid groundwork for others in their attempts to decipher the hieroglyphs.
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i had the same question on one of my test and my teacher already graded it