I wrote a poem in lit class today. Which had to be at least 5 lines with a line break and 10 syllables per line.

It had to be something that affected you in cambridge.
Here it goes :D it was 5 min work.

Bees.
Alternating colours on a yellow back,
It whizzes around, so furry and fat.
Buzzing and frolicking with pollen so sweet,
Like an aeroplane on touch down, It
Lands on breakfast honey. FLICK. Hark! It stings.

Okay i know its just bees.
But i was actually thinking about how things aren't how as they seem, more like appearance vs reality.and when you get too into stuff, you let it consume you, and when you want to take it out of your life, it hurts.

I felt really stupid in poetry class today.
Those HC and RJ peeps really know technical terms.. and CJ was like all blur.
In other words, they owned us today during poetry. (i feel)
with words like spondee, phrhic, dactyll, Anapst, truchee..

But Tim Crouch's workshop was super interesting! I was so engaged. we spent most of the lessons managing our emotions and staring, and learning how to attract the audience's attention.

Happy independance day India!
We celebrated with them and it was just dancing with disco lights.
I think dancing gets you high. And you kind of forget yourself.

Then we had a final briefing with Rajoo and Miss teo, where they presented a video on reach cambridge advertisements on a whole ( SOMA ADVERTS WERE IN AND WE LOOKED LIKE DAMN FUNNY) and individual comments for each person.
Rajoo's acknowledgment of my cloning speech was appreciated (:

I gotta go do my literature.
Shopping at cambridge town tomorrow. HOORAY!