SLIDE:
We diagrammed “Invictus” by William Earnest Henley in 7th grade:
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
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We also had to memorize it and recite it in front of the class.
The Dominicans were great teachers.
Anybody save the unredacted FB/! doc that showed Steve Jobs had AIDS?
My mother would have agreed with you...but a few frightened her a bit. Their habit was quite imposing--all white with a long black veil trailing behind--and she said the large rosaries which hung from their belts clanged against the metal desks as they patrolled the classroom in silence.
I wasn't even there but I have no trouble imagining it.
:)