If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
-Rudyard Kipling, "If"
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ı am just thınkıng about how checkıng your blog makes me really happy. ı am excıted when there ıs somethıng new awaıtıng me. ı especıally get excıted when ı forget about ıt for a whıle, cause then when ı check there ıs always a multıtue of taryn to catch up on. and ı have decıded that taryn ın large doses ıs the best kınd of taryn to have. otherwıse ı am always left just wantıng more. well ı wıll be honest, ı am pretty much always left wantıng more.
my ınternet has run out. dang. ıt always seems to do that to me.
ı wıll wrıte an ınformatıve emaıl later.
ı am ın turkey. ıt ıs amazıng. almost everywhere ı look ı can see the sea. everywhere ı can`t see the sea ı can see rollıng desert hılls and chalky whıte houses placed ın random but perfect locatıons. the people are frıendly, the food ıs ınterestıng, and the nıghtlıfe ıs completely rıdıculous.
another week here and then the greek ıslands and the pyramıds in egypt await me. possıbly a cruıse on the nıle. maybe a stop over ın cypress. ıt should be ınterestıng, and hopefully beautıful wıth an overabundance of sun and beaches. the both do seem to be a dıme o dozen over here.
okay the turkısh man ıs glarıng at me! my tıme was clearly up 5 mınutes ago.
ı mıss you.
rock out once ın your car to poınt counterpoınt harder than you have ever rocked before for me. wındows rolled haır blowıng musıc blarıng seızure style.
talk to you later pal.
"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you"
it is possible that these lines were written specifically about my job
i miss you dude
and i do quite love that poem
Hello.
It is very possible that I do very much miss you a lot.
I am here at camp though, and it is good. It is now 12:20am in the morning on night 4 of week 3. Staff appreciation night. Wheelchair basketball. Mayhem. I left.
Now then. Be well. Be happy. Have fun. By the sounds of it you are. Doing or being all of them.
Good night to you.
ps. it is very very very very very warm in this room. And I melt during the days. It's fun. Perhaps I will collapse of heat exhaustion.
pps. Victoria? Yes? No?
Hee. That poem is used in the second Bridget Jones book.
The fact that I know this, and that it was the first thing I thought of rather than "that is quite inspirational and probably good advice" makes me sad for my own cultural bankruptcy.
I hope you are having a WONDERFUL summer!
Nice poem
My break is over in two minutes.
I just wanted to say that I read what you posted to me, and it almost made a tear roll down my face. Why? because I'm an emotional person.
love you too.
see you in a couple weeks.
hi pal.
i am in shanghai. i am at school with my mom. i am supposed to be helping her right now, but i have escaped from the grips of the grade 2 classroom and have managed to find my way to a computer.
i think that i cannot quite explain my excitement on the coming events of the summer. honestly...can you even fathom the fun we will have?...because i can't. i hope there is some awkwardness too. it would be the icing on the cake - hey speaking of cakes, lets bake one, for real, and make the super amazing icing in which the main and pretty much only ingredient is butter and a lot of goodness. i think it would be a fun salt spring activity...that is of course if we can take some time away from jumping in pools and swining off rope swings and eating frozen yogurt and playing in the ocean. so maybe the cake thing can be saved for victoria, and your new kitchen, and a lot of mess,and eating of cake batter, and feeling really sick later - the important aspect of that sentence was YOUR new kitchen. your and pete's new kitchen. i am very jealous.
i would also like to say that i scored a harriet the spy style notebook from my moms classroom. it is green. which i know is clearly not as good as the traditional black, but when you find a harriet the spy style notebook you really cannot be picky about things like color. But later we are going back to the supply room - picture staples, but waay cooler, and everything is free!! seriously taryn like pens and felts and pencil crayons and glitter glue and notebooks upon notebooks and construction paper! i love consturction paper. when i saw it i NEEDED to be a teacher at this school - but i will search it for some proper notebooks.
okay it is lunch. yesterday they had beets. i love beets. my fingers are crossed for another beet suprise.
only 10 days and the fun will begin.
see you soon pal
love you
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