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About Me

Ashley Buhler: I love traveling and experiencing new cultures. I have been to Romania, Holland, Mexico, Ecuador, Peru, El Salvador and Fiji. I have a passion for English and Poetry. My favorite poet is John Donne. I grew up in Antelope, CA, and currently live in Southern Washington. I am passionate about Education and plan on becoming a high school english teacher.

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Quotes to Ponder

'Man's mind stretched to a new idea never goes back to its original dimensions.'
--Oliver Wendell Holmes

'Crowded classrooms and half-day sessions are a tragic waste of our greatest national resource - the minds of our children. '
--Walt Disney

'It is today we must create the world of the future.'
--Eleanor Roosevelt

'Really great people make you feel that you, too, can become great.'
--Mark Twain

'We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.'
--Walt Disney

On the Beach in Fiji

On the Beach in Fiji

Death Be Not Proud By John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die.

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