Whitchurch, most distinguished of men,
it is certainly a marvelous thing
to read and write prose such as this,
whose style is like a god’s. For I say
there’s nothing gives one more pleasure
than when rapture grips entire groups of students
who sit in proper order in study hall
reading and writing of the muse
with piles of books there aside them
hidden under emails and handouts, as the advocates
send us more work, forwarding poems,
and solving problems. To my mind this seems
the greatest thing there is. But your heart
wishes to know of my introduction
to these grievous sorrows
what started us weeping and groaning more than before.
What shall I speak of first? Where do I start?
for English One Ten has given me
so much distress. Well, I shall start
with the first day. Once you know that
if I escape the painful process of grading
then later I can welcome you as friends,
though I live not far away
I am Lauren, student of Golden West,
known for my love of books-
whose library extends all the way to heaven.
I go to school, a campus of sunshine.”
“I was carried by the wind from Santa Ana
to Huntington, land of Southern Californians. I enjoyed
my summer there, read my books,
spent time on the internet, or outside with my
friends, we lapped time up. I found
great pains in returning to the school
year. We were warned against taking English
and with great conviction. But us students were fools.
We didn’t listen. We laughed too much
at their warnings and ignored
Their prophecies. Meanwhile the transfers
set off and gathered at other schools,
students dorming further inland. There are
more of them, and they’re brighter students,
skilled at writing essays from chapters
and also, should the need arise, on fable.
We lost some students to them,
and our hearts were filled with grief
as well as jealousy for their having moved on.
“Now, here was the first day of the semester,
outside in the hall, there’s a pregnant pause,
covered in tired yawns and students unaware.
They travel in countless numbers.
They have had no need to fear before.
Difficult classes have not challenged
them before, not even those
Who endured great hardships knew what
true hardship was before.
Some god led us through the misty morning-
we couldn’t be expected to see a thing
and our cars were swallowed by dew.
The ceiling hid the sun, so there was no
light coming from the sky.”
“We soon reached his class but didn’t
He was biking from his home across the way.
We stayed by the classroom and waited
until he parked his bike outside. He
came, wearing ceremonial dress
true to those who hail from certain tribes
in Africa. He did not look African,
but let us into the class with a
humorous bustle. In our confusion, we sat back
Ii our desks, in the deepest corners.
once he had set everything about he said:”
“Students, who are you? What class
has brought you here? Are you German scholars
or those who intend to study the history of
the African people? Do you not speak of this language?”
“As he spoke, he had done so in Deutsch
before returning to our native language
confusing our hearts, terrified
by his strange and marvelous ways
as he turned his paperwork into
that of the proper subject.
All day long until much after time,
we sat working on grammar and it’s
principles, until we were released.
We scooted away from there
Sad at heart, happy to have avoided being destroyed,
although we would have chance in the future
as would our companions, to soon be killed.”
Since Claire asked me to post it. :) Yes, I realize it’s rather imperfect, but I enjoyed writing it-getting an A was not too shabby either.