Dickinson uses the metaphor of a funeral to describe her inner struggles. What metaphor would you use to describe your own mind?
Prompt Response: My mind is a blade stuck in a blacksmith's fire. I get heated up, hammered down, and reshaped over and over. Every hit is the stress I deal with from family, school, friends, etc. Sometimes I feel like it's too much and I'll crack under the pressure. But I never do. I keep taking hits. Growing stronger with each blow, I know it's not over yet. Im not finished.
Summary: Today was a light day in class. All we had to do was some CommonLit assignments.
Reflection: Being able to relax and get some work done was comforting, and having a day like this once a week or every other week would be helpful. The current workload is manageable, but this, mixed with other classes, has grown fairly tiring.
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