High: leaving the Islamic Civilization classroom knowing that all that studying I did? It paid off.
Low: no matter how much I searched my room, with other people helping, I couldn't find my ATM card
High: sitting on the top bunk in a friend's room, eating ice cream and watching this week's episode of NCIS
Low: 12:30 in the morning when there is still hours of homework left to do and that feeling as if the weight is going to crush me
High: checking my email, one last time, at three thirty when I finish the homework and discover emails from my old Japanese teacher and old Japanese host mother waiting for me.
All in the same 24 hours...
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Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet that feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet that feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
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