Board Out of My Skull
I really don't know what that phrase means, "Board out of my skull". Maybe it is just a phrase that I have just made up, but it could also mean that this class that I have "Clinical Voice Pathology" is just not neurologically stimulating anymore and my brain hates me for it and wishes to leave. (Wow, can anyone say Run-On Sentence) The class is on-line and we have our handy dandy web cams and microphones. I am in my friends kitchen and we have made a great infomercial for joining our major. It has my friend as the spokesman and I am doing a quaint little dance in the background. It is a thing of beauty!
I am sorry to those who are reading this due to my constant meandering of words and there is no content or meaning to these words. So I think I will add to this meandering (is that a word?) and write a poem:
That Call of Winter
The wind blows and my spine shivers
This time of year when I make fires, wood can give me slivers
Do I look at this time of seasonal joy,
or do I look at the dim near winter chill?
The time will come when the snow will fly
The bright autumn leaves soon will die.
That Call of Winter is so strong
Always beconing us a sad song.
A soft voice is heard in that Call,
One of a hopefull Christmas bringing joy to all.
And during this time of year,...Oh Class is back!
Please feel free to help finish my poem!
Bye