#mid term break

[muchadoaboutlearning]

mid term break shenanigans include creating art at midnight

[onmygrind101]

good morning sunshines☀️ im currently on my mid term break which makes me so happy because finally i can catch up on some sleep and have some me time which was impossible for me to have during ib school days🙁 i bought this book a week ago hoping that i would read it as something not related to ib work and would make me feel a lil less stressed🌺 i hope everyone have a good day x

[grahamkeogh]

Mid Term Break, promo photo shoot, February 2016

[kristen-witham]

Mid-Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying-- He had always taken funerals in his stride-- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble,' Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four foot box, a foot for every year.

Seamus Heaney

[rubyglassigloo]

Mid Term Break

I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying-- He had always taken funerals in his stride-- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble," Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four foot box, a foot for every year.

-Seamus Heaney

[ellen-ronayne]

In Memory of Seamus Heaney

Yesterday, the 30th August 2013, one of the greatest poets, certainly in Irish history, if not worldwide, passed away. My own poetry prowess are in no condition to honor this man, so I use instead the words he himself used. He will be greatly missed, and my sympathies go out to his family. Mid-Term Break, Seamus Heaney. I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying-- He had always taken funerals in his stride-- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble,' Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four foot box, a foot for every year. 

[rithompson]

I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying-- He had always taken funerals in his stride-- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble,' Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four foot box, a foot for every year.

"Mid Term Break" by Seamus Heaney.

I first met Heaney's poetry whilst studying GCSE English, and they stuck with me ever since. His language and imagery was so vivid, and poems based on his life growing up in rural Ireland. "Mid Term Break" came to my mind this morning.  It reminds me of the traditional Irish funerals, with the coffin at the house for friends and neighbours to pay their respects and give condolences to the family. It was the way he put Ireland into words that I always liked.

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