The road not taken...

...e tittelen pao eit ao dai dikti eg hugsa aller best frao litteraturdelen ao engelskundervisningen. Eg vait kje hailt kefør akkurat da diktet ha sett seg pao hjernen, men da ha da no ain gong, og akkurat no so passa da egentle ekstra godt...

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Akkurat so dan raisande i diktet, so ha eg og bestemt meg før kelais veg eg ska ta, og te sjuande og sist blai da livet so fulltidsstudent so vann. Ke vidt eg no ha valgt da retta - ja,da e umule å sai pao noverande tidspunkt. Men da at skuldradn ha sainka seg ain del hakk, og at magafølelsn min kjennest bra ut, tolka eg so aitt godt tegn. Viss eg hadde valgt dan andre vegen, so e kje da sikkert eg hadde gaott pao Fløyen i øse-pøse regnver i dag, med eit smil om munnen..