Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening

 by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Goodbye Third Year! :,(

I can't believe it's over!
All those months I spent as an Acacian.
All those months I waited for summer.
Wala na. Tapos na.

It's sad because I used to wish for third year to end. I hated being a Junior so much!
But now, I just want to start all over again.

Anyway, thanks for everything, Acacia! I will definitely miss you guys! :)