Reflection Day 18

Today, our class split up into groups and analyzed a poem by Emily Dickinson. She is really depressing but her stuff makes sense. The poem we read was Hope is a thing with feathers. In this poem hope is being described as a bird. Hope is wishing for an outcome without putting in any work. By putting in work, one is able to change the probability of the outcome. 

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