Elizabeth Flesher
My
Grandma always told me that “triffles make perfection, but perfection is no
triffle.” Her words embrace my mind as I reflect the past week. I use to think
triffles were small tasks of getting homework done, doing household tasks and
going to work. The word means much more to me now. It’s about not giving up
when the going gets tough. A good meal after a long hard day. Working with each
other, not as individuals, but as a team. Learning to listen, and when to talk.
Learning to think on our own and persevering through the hard times. ECOEE 2013
has experienced many triffles this week.
Today
is our first day of rest as we await the upcoming voyage down the Grass River
in Manitoba. I sit here reflecting on the past week and looking at the week to
come. We will be experiencing life in a new form…..simple. We will no longer be
able to check the weather, we will no longer be able to talk to others miles
away with a click of a button, we will no longer be able to go to a restaurant
and order a cheeseburger. Technology will no longer be a form of knowledge.
It’s a surreal feeling.
The
triffles ahead will be many and the perfections will be few. Every day will be
challenging and push us to the limits; emotionally, physically, and socially.
“There
is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the
grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there
the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us
leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and
bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk
that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the
place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and
slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they
mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.”-
Silverstein
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