I Saw...

Les Miserables, the play based on a novel by Victor Hugo, a French novelist and poet. He wrote a poem my GATE teacher LOVES: Wings. Here's how it goes (Mrs. Lundbohm, my GATE teacher, told the whole class to write it down):

Wings

Be like the bird, who

Halting in flight,

On limb too slight,

Feels it give way beneath him,

Yet sings,

Knowing he hath wings.

It IS powerful poem, I must say. And yet this French man can write a story that is made into Broadway plays all over the world. Amazing. I will never stop dreaming the dream of becoming a writer. Never...ever.

I hated the first part of the play, but it got better at the second part. The family rated, and I gave it a C. The play started at 7:30 pm, and my mom assumed it would end at 9:30, but it ended up concluding at 11:00. We were POOPED when we got home.

Victor, I must find the book. My mom said she read it, and I want to as well, even though it's a book for adults. This is my letter to you.