We know Key Bank won’t go under… with friends like Sidwell on their bank rolls

Sidwell Friends School
3825 Wisconsin Avenue NW Washington, DC 20016 Tel: (202) 537-8100 Fax: (202) 537-8138

Lower School
$28,442
Aftercare tuition is 5,250.00
Middle and Upper Schools
$29,442

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Tuition includes a daily hot lunch, curriculum fees, and Lower School textbooks.
who pay for this tuition? Does it come out of Pres. Elect. Obama’s wages/earnings or do we pay for it.

I feel like the world voted for Obama, but now I am seeing more and more Clinton staffers and now this, hum.
I guess I should be happy, Gov. Palin had at least 3 kids to attend school and also Sen. McCain also had kids that would need placement. So I guess we got off better on secret services cost and tuition cost.

(taken from their web, eek a typo of -hisotry- , I hope the webmaster is not part of faculty) Hisotry -1956 The first African-American student, Jeffrey Mazique, is admitted to Kindergarten.
Grad’ 90 Damali Ayo ’90 How to Rent a Negro

jump into you own world

jump into you own world
renew your hope
seek your father truths and your mothers dreams

don’t hide behind
the fear you feel
i am not saying it’s not real
but get beyond ones
own walls
to get around the world

[finn perkins 9.9.2004]

words by me

words
in my life
are like pictures in my head
they form descriptions of people
in the letters that I read

I take apart the letters that form
the words of the
pictures that I dread

I place in a box tuck far beneath
the layers of my soul

[finn perkins 9.11.2004]

sweet November comes

When sweet November comes

There’s a low rumble
Moving like a distant
Freighter
Coming down
A narrow track
There’s one way in
From the cold
There’s never a better time
To let go
Climb on
Aboard
Leave your worries
And the troubles
That build
Up
In a long day

You can stay on forever
Just always remember
The sweetness of a November
Sunday, when the
Air is so still
From a cold morning chill
And the rain it won’t fall
Till next Aprils spring thaw
Memories of home
Keep you going on?
And the bright
Sunlight
Thought the slats
Of this old
Boxcar
Serve as
An aperture
On my life’s
Journey
And
I’ll be finally home
When
There’s nowhere left
I didn’t go….

There’s one way in
From the cold
There’s never a better time
To let go
Climb on
Aboard
Leave your worries
And the troubles
That build
Up
In a long day

[finn perkins 9.16.2004

best love

Best Love

You’re my sun when the day is gray
You’re my light when I’m alone at night
You’re my rain when the day is long

I love you mind and how it meets with mine
I love your way of waking when
You don’t want to wake at all

I love your kind spirit
And your gentle soul
I love your happiness
I love your zest for life

I can’t think of anyone who moves
Me like you do

You’re my sun when the day is gray
You’re my light when I’m alone at night
You’re my rain when the day is long

You’re my best love of all

no fences

No Fences

Hide a way into
Your night
Lost in your own time
Spent with no direction
And no one to blame

You try to make a go of
What’s left, but it’s
The chaos and the cleared fields
Of a life with out
Yield

Tend to your harvest of
Endless ternary
Only you know the way beyond this
Cycle

So hide a way into
Your night
Lost in your own time
Spent with no direction
And no one to blame

now and again

Now and Again

I’ve met many a young women in my life
Some are here
And some are gone

I’ve met many of women in my night
Some are gone some are
Still in my life

I’ve loved many of young women in my days
But only one comes into my nights

I think of all of them often
Sometimes too often it seems

They lifted behind a part of them
To be forever in my soul

The beauty they saw, their laughter and stares.
I feel them now and again
Like the first day
They came to be.

i’ll be gone come summer

It’s colder inside, than the
Snow outside my window
There’s no hang round here
Sounds of emptiness
I’ll be gone come summer

Think I’ll head out
Fill up my van
Not much to take
Not much at stake
Only know the road
Looks more like home
These days

Seems we come so far
Still hearing
Those same old thoughts
The ones
That fills me up
When I’m not next to you

a full mile

A full mile, by Finn Perkins

Hey there sweet lady, with eyes likes the stars
Seems it’s been a while since I’ve
Seen them so bright.

The moon and the sun
Don’t compare
You out shine them
By far

So get out and dance a little
Try something new
Take a chance
On the lottery
Or buy a NEW pair
Of shoes

Keeping you under wraps like you do
Does no one no good
Cause
With out your sweet smile
It might as well rain
A full mile

Move over to the edge
Where the light misses
Your toes
Take a deep breathe
And feel the air below
Step into
Yourself
And let those eyes shine

So what do you say, sweet lady,
with eyes like the stars
The moon and the sun
Don’t compare
You out shine them
By far

wishing every day was sunday

I shake my head and lie awake
All the days worries
Running though
Enough said

Get my self together
Get my breakfast fixed
Looking over my shoulder
My cat just stole the toast

Going to be another
Monday morning,
Wishing every day was Sunday,
A second chance to
Get things right
But it’s only Wednesday
And it’s tougher by the day.

Drove by the old sonic
Lights lit up, except for the R
And now it’s just another dive
Were the folk’s get together and swap?
Stories bought
Old football games and muscle car buys.

When does the time fly
‘Just getting by” isn’t enough
For this old guy

I just shake my head
Worry bought the life I led
Thing said and shouldn’t have said

The tomorrows are borrowed
By yesterdays sorrow
Guess enough said


Going to be another
Monday morning,
Makes three in a row.
Wishing every day was Sunday,
A second chance to
Get things right
But it’s only Wednesday
And it’s tougher by the day.

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