Poetry, Bowling and a Drunk Cop
Today in Scott’s Senior II, (high school juniors), class the lesson involved poetry and words that rhyme. After explaining for a while and getting them to offer up rhyming words for a word he provided, he gave them ten minutes to write a short poem. Not everyone got the rhyming thing. In fact, his first class was rough. Very non-participatory and after the allotted time only four poems came forward from a room of thirty-plus. The second group did much better and in fact came up with some great stuff.
I love you. But I don’t tell you.
Because if I tell you I will die.
I am not afraid of death.
I am afraid after I died
Nobody love you so much like me.
Went bowling last night. Met up with Bai and Scott and went to this place that Bai knew. The cost of bowling is dependent on the time of day and since we were there in the evening it was Y20 per game so we only bowled a couple. Bai had to leave to prepare for a college presentation and Scott wanted to head home to go over his lesson plan so there we were, Jed and I, downtown at night again. Went to the ATM and decided to head back to Red Flag Square a different route only to find it blocked by a large historic district. We cut through an alley that looked straight out of Mad Max with random fires burning, some with people huddled around them some without, and bunkhouses for the migrant construction workers. We figure that since we see school girls riding bikes through that we should be fine. As we were about to exit the alley we spotted a nice looking bar to our left and after poking our head in decided to venture in. We ended up in the corner of a balcony with ‘Hello, Darkeness’ by Simon and Garfunkel playing. Rather then be left alone to enjoy it we were soon joined by a very drunk police officer. He kept saying he was sorry, ‘only a little English’ and making gestures like shooting a gun. Oh, and hugging us. I got a picture holding his badge.
I’m stuck with ATM but no travellers checks. Well, I have travellers checks but should have cashed some before I gave my employer my passport to get my work visa. Hopefully he’ll be back this weekend.
If leaving is right
I will choose it
Watching your back is far away
I only tear alone
Some of those kids wrote some deep stuff, eh? How cool is it to be able to write a poem in a foreign language? At the age of 15.
Miss you.
O