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1:10 p.m. - 2001-04-18

Once I made a teacher cry.

Nooo not by being bad. But by being good.

WAY back junior year of highschool. English that semester was called Speech. Where we learned about public speaking / persuasive writing. Anyways one of our tasks towards the end of the year was to do dramatic reading of a poem. Here's what went down�

Fritz walks to the front of the class room and sits on the oh-so-important stool (I have no problem public speaking as long as I can do it sitting on a stool. In this case I had spent the prior day tracking down a stool in the school I could use for this)

"uhmmm... errr...

The poem I'm going to read today is "The road less Traveled" by Robert Frost. But first I'm going to explain why I choose it. You see this was the first poem that I ever understood the deeper meaning too. I don't remember how I came across it or exactly how old I was but after I finished reading it I was (for the first time) like "I get it" . And thus I was introduced to the world of poetry. Well that following summer I was out in Indiana and visiting my mom's grave I noticed that small shrub that grew along the backside had been removed. And for the first time I could see that there was writing on the back of her tomb stone. I recognized it as the last line of that poem I had understood.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference"

I asked my dad. He explained that Frost and specially that poem had been her favorite.
And so when asked to choose a poem to read aloud today I like many of you choose MY favorite one.
(I paused, took a breath and read)

"THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

Afterwards the teacher and three of my classmates were crying
And I?... I got an "A"

-Fritz

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