B Day!

Clio rose on wings feathered with knowledge of all things past and the air below was ignorance, cleaved asunder by her flight. With gaze cast skyward B day students stared as her broad wings shielded delicate eyes from the sun. With a voice of the past, like thunder from a storm beyond the horizon she shouted down "Finish your musicals and prepare for a quiz on the vocabulary from page 176 and 188!" With turbulence swirling in her wake she left the room perfumed with gardenia and lotus, and those with faculties awakened breathed deeply and committed to excellence. "I will suffer no less than an A!" was the chorus from all those left behind in class and Clio was gone. (Clio is the muse of history. We work closely with her.)