I Hear My School Singing
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Complete Sun, Jul 10, 2016<5 mins
In basics, this was an old school assignment I'd somehow stumbled upon in the last few. The original was known as 'I Hear America Singing' by Walt Whitman. Though, our instructor had changed it to 'I Hear My School Singing', informing us that the goal was to make it our own by showing what we saw in our school. This was mine.
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