A girl dropped the class this morning because her family is moving. I will miss her, she wrote some excellent pieces. My favourite being last week, a poem about the lives of people being waves in the ocean and each wave believes itself to be an individual despite the fact it is really just the ocean. Each wave clearly is a real wave with a real character and is not what it appears at all. In fact, she said even the ocean knows the wave is really only a part of itself but forgets about it and at the same time the wave can sometimes realize it isn’t even the wave it appears to be.