I can’t get my brain to stop thinking

I often joke about being educated by nuns, or learning to write and nun-point, but I am very well educated (some would say “over-educated”. ) My seventh grade teacher taught us a few poems that I remember as clearly as if she were standing next to me, humming slightly as she herded a bunch of 12 year olds through a Catholic Education. She taught us, “The Highway Man” by Alfred Noyes; for this one she galloped through the classroom, twitching her habit out of her way. She also taught us “The World is Too Much With Us” by William Wordsworth.