T3(super)Blog39 Love this week so far.

Welcome, thy mentor of philanthropy. Has thou had a splendid 24 hours? My day, like night, hath been most comical. When the sun, low in the sky, i arose. From peaceful slumber and fantastical, vision in the comforting dark of night. Clean thy teeth, comb thy hair, and eat thy food. In this morning of fair weather in light. Winds don'testh blow harsh in a day like this. As i treaded the grey path to thy place. Of learning and sociable altitude. I know not the meaning of the last word. Yet, I still strut to class like all others. Speaking thy language is enjoyable. Yea, cannot take away the excitement. When speak'th the language of foreign people. The language foreign is far more easy. Than the numbers in my jumbl-ed head. New, teacher can't changed my situation. Though my condition in certain science. Has seen the light of day I do not yet. Obtain the stature i truly deserve. For, my work hath been lazy-fied lately. Soon, nor A, nor B will be in my grasp. I must alter my ways of knowledge gain. Thy confused speech keeps me from standing up. Yet, if you read'th loud enough you will. Enjoy the pleasant tunes i once spoke out. While writing this blog for they teachers eyes. English hath taught me well, yet i hath much. Still to learn, don't mock walk i lack in word! I will and can still turn and learn to walk. Now i must rest, brush, and lay'th thy head. Down on downy soft pillow made for sleep.