Spencer Ziegler
Spencer is a recent transplant to North Carolina, having grown up in Massachusetts, where he attended school at UMass and taught middle schoolers in Hudson. Itching for a change (and freezing from one too many New England winters) he decided to head south and settled on the triangle. He has spent the past year teaching ninth graders at Wake Young Men's Leadership Academy in Raleigh. When not in the classroom, he can probably found on a basketball court, in a library, or on a plane. The latter was built off of a semester spent in Germany in college and inspired him to apply for this course. One other little-known fact about Spencer is that he loves writing in the third person.
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A Day in the Life: Holyrood
The wind carries the whispers of the locke as the sun sets, and rises, and sets again
Rolling green hills splash against rolling green hills, and fall into the sea
When a cacophony of iron crashing against iron shatters the serenity
The flags morph colors and crests, but the sounds remain
Then the screaming of swords translates into the clattering of stone placed atop stone
As, sprouting from the hillside, grey majestic mountains are grown
Reaching ever onwards and upwards, the heavens they attempts to reclaim
Only to be toppled back down by their own lightning and thunder
Yet they replicate and rebuild, undeterred by their blunder
And the wind carries the echoes of their creations, as the sun sets, and rises, and sets again
The wind carries the whispers of the locke as the sun sets, and rises, and sets again
Rolling green hills splash against rolling green hills, and fall into the sea
When a cacophony of iron crashing against iron shatters the serenity
The flags morph colors and crests, but the sounds remain
Then the screaming of swords translates into the clattering of stone placed atop stone
As, sprouting from the hillside, grey majestic mountains are grown
Reaching ever onwards and upwards, the heavens they attempts to reclaim
Only to be toppled back down by their own lightning and thunder
Yet they replicate and rebuild, undeterred by their blunder
And the wind carries the echoes of their creations, as the sun sets, and rises, and sets again