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20 October 2009 @ 05:15 pm
Do you know why my life is awesome? I know why my life is awesome.

a) We didn't have the field trip, we had a lecture by a man named Dave Smith. He was a pretty man whose facial structure reminded me of Brooke Smith and he was highly intelligent. Excellent at getting the class to participate, too.

b) We were directed to go outside and pretend to be birds. "Have any of you heard of the game 'Plugs'?" Shake of heads. "Each person has to say it louder; it is a remarkably embarrassing game in public." Mumbled, "Like Mister Penis?" from an Agric boy. "Yes, although by university standards I can't have you screaming Mister Penis, so it will be plug." Agrics were plugs, who screamed 'plug' loudly. Pip and two others were sinks, who whispered 'sink' when people came close. Jo, some others and I were drips, who said 'drip drip' at intermediate volume. Jojo and I decided to be mates and sit under the rhododenrons. We said 'drip' so much we can now hardly recognise it as a word. We then went to identify the other group in the grassland rather than woodland. They were the 'back scratchers' (yelled), blinks (said loudly) and the soundless flock of 'birds' circling 'round. Highly entertaining.

c) We had to go to the lake to identify birds. I put on my new cheap goggles (which, by the way, were adored by all my friends as soon as I stepped in). Dave laughed when he came up and pointed to his head, "Goggles?" I nodded and added, "Quidditch snitch and everything!" "Well, I certainly didn't expect that," he answered. He asked us about what we wanted to do (ie. the 'when we grow up' question--as if) and how we got into environmentalism. I informed him that it is my belief that third-years and the third-year dissertation don't exist, therefore I want to grow into denial. I mentioned that I've been into the environment since I was knee high to a grasshopper (and yes that was more than two years ago, thank-you-very-much).

[When I mentioned Dave not expecting 'me'--essentially--to Pip, she mentioned, "My dear Kiwi, no one expects you. You know Monty Python?" I gave her a look. "You're somewhat like the Spanish Inquisition. No one expects a Kiwi." I then waddled around screeching, "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!" in my Monty Python voice. Jo cackled. The ducks joined in.]

d) I checked my school email and it made me crack up.


Splendid! The only detail I would suggest is that 'Church views were'
might be better changed to 'Scholastics' (I think that preserves the
scansion, too).

I'm copying to Michael Shaw because, as module convenor, he should be
aware of the presence of poetic genius.



Poetic genius. Hark hark chortle snort. So now the poem is finished:

There was once was a man we called Bacon,
Who believed Scholastics mistaken.
He thought science was shakin’,
Should not be forsaken:
Observations were there for the makin’.

Unfortunate to say Bacon had his way
For he was found one day, prey
To his own scientific display.
It is safe to say he wasn’t astray
In thinking that ice held sway:
The chicken preserved; nay,
It is Bacon’s body found left to decay.

I'm going to go be awesome some more. See y'all later! :D
Current Mood: chipperDelighted.
A completely happy writerlar_laughs on October 20th, 2009 07:46 pm (UTC)
Why did I never get to be a bird when I was in school? *pouts* Sounds like fun!
Kiwi Crocus: GA's || Callie Torres || Exhausted.cranky__crocus on October 20th, 2009 09:25 pm (UTC)
My life is strange. I think some force in my life just pulls me along to odd situations. :P It was fun! We were convinced we made it rain by saying 'drip drip.'