'Twas the night before ISI, when all through the streets
Not a word was written, not even a tweet;
The notebooks were piled high on the window sill,
In hopes that pages soon would be filled;
The teachers were nestled all snug in their beds;
While lines of poetry danced in their heads...
I am looking forward to starting the NVWP Invitational Summer Institute tomorrow. Days spent learning and writing and growing with teachers...what's better than that?!?! Can't wait to get started!
Poem is adapted from Clement Moore poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas