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Sore brain!



Did you know that your brain is a muscle? Well, apparently mine hasn't seen the weight room in a while. Week one of "Teaching Shakespeare" is DONE!  Week two..... Bring it on!!!  Even though my poor brain feels sore, I know that if I could make it through week one, I'm half way there!

Hang in with me folks...
Thou hast not my brain to worry, yet thy words to embrace as doth a mother with her babe.
I but a pupil at youth hath become a master with age.
Yes-- a CubBuster original.   :)

Parting is such sweet sorrow!
~Your CubBuster

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