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Post 28: Others...

Reading through a few blog posts Imani's really stood out because she said this class has "humbled her" and that is a huge lesson beyond the text of the Bedford book. When discussing anything as a group we come across different opinions from our own. As we age we learn, that that is okay. Not everyone sees eye to eye and that doesn't make the world any less perfect. Kourtney also mentions "looking at things from a different perspective" and that goes hand in hand with respecting others opinions. That is huge when reading poetry as a class, and in everyday life.

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  1. Yeah, it's a good lesson. Now, how do we teach this to the politicians?

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