Little curl

I am certainly not good at blogging every week. I seem to be very sporadic. I have been very busy at the library. I was able to get some extra hours last week. :)  

Monday morning I woke up with this thought that I have not thought in a long time. It was “I don’t want to go to school.” What?! Where did that come from? I didn’t have to go to work until the afternoon and the library is nothing like school.  That did get me thinking though. I have been out of high school for five years this June.

 Now, I know five years is nothing but the time has flown by.  I graduated, didn’t take a summer and started taking classes at the college two weeks after high school.  I kept going right up until I received my associate’s degree. Then, I was lucky enough to find the library job, where I have been working for almost two years.

Grandma's yellow rose. 

I was telling a coworker that I have been trying to let my bangs grow and there is a little curl right in the middle of my forehead that messes with keeping my bangs straight.  She smiled and told me a little poem that I just had to share. 

There was a little girl
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid. 

I thought that was the cutest little poem. I hope you enjoyed the poem and have a wonderful Thursday.