Letters To Koko

 Hi Koko,  So this morning was fun! You and I were just sitting and getting bored, when we came across a great article on my very favorite author Kurt Vonnegut. In 2006, the English teacher Ms. Lockwood gave an assignment to the students to write to their favorite authors. No one responded except Kurt.    This was his letter: His letter ends in typical Kurt style asking the students to write a poem - 6 lines about anything but rhymed. We did that and laughed so much. While Kurt urges us to enjoy just the act and it would be "gloriously rewarding" in itself and it was, I just cannot tear up the first poem you have written and discard it into trash. This is for your future reference: I play football,  Sometimes, I fall Then I walk down the hall At the humungous mall, I twinge in pain I see a man with a cane, Limping his way What's he got to say? So I go and ask him, Are you Jim? And the man answers I'm just a lowly freelancer. Living with my son-in-law Every day t...

 Hi Koko,  There is so much war talk going on that I thought I had to break it up. Forget about you, I am getting anxious. There are WhatsApp articles on how to prepare for an eventuality like a nuclear explosion in your area for crying out loud! So I thought it would be a good idea to look at your new books. We gathered around all your books, reading through to see what we will learn this year. History seems interesting with India's Freedom Movement being in the syllabus. It is important now more than ever to get your facts straight. Maths has some new Geometry concepts that we will enjoy. But it was of course one poem by William Wordsworth that caught my eye. I read it after years and it resonated just as it had the first time, so I thought it would be an interesting social experiment to see how you interpret it, and here is how you explained the poem to me: I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of gold...