Poetry

I’m not one of those girls who has a poetry journal full of “deep” thoughts and bad similes. My first class today was music though, and our project is to write a song. The group nominated me to be the lyricist because since I’m the singer it’s going to have to be in English. I wrote a bad poem (see the bottom of this post) and they all think it’s really great because I don’t think they understand it fully. They’re all really good at guitar and piano and they came up with music on the spot, so I’m the weak one in the group. Hooray! They all seem really cool and nice though, so maybe we’ll all become friends and they’ll forgive me for sucking so much.

In my SFF class Davide (the Italian boy) and I are the oldest. There are five fourteen year old boys in this class and omg I forgot how immature fourteen year olds are, boys in particular. They were disruptive all class long and it was super annoying, but Davide and I shared many meaningful annoyed looks at each other because I couldn’t understand his accent and he couldn’t understand my English. So maybe once we learn Swedish we can get past our language barrier and be friends.

My religion teacher was no where to be found (Cecil Baldwin teaches that class too) and I think he maybe went home because his daughter was sick or something, because I remember him saying something to me about just getting back from maternity leave. That’s right. Maternity leave. Because Sweden is amazing and equality reigns. This is a feminist paradise.

I got on the train and went into the city because I needed another pair of jeans and some sweaters and I got some (it was so hard to spend money, you don’t understand. I don’t like shopping that much, and I HATE spending money, but it was important and now I won’t be freezing all winter long.

After I was done shopping, I went in search of the library my school buds took me to earlier, and I was walking for almost three hours because, even though I had a map, I was lost. The map only named major roads, and I couldn’t find any. I asked for directions a few times, but every time I asked, they would point me in the opposite direction the last person pointed me in. Eventually I got there and my legs were having little muscle spasms and wow. It was all uphill and I was carrying a lot and don’t judge me.

Anyway, I picked up a million books about religion so that I can write this thesis-like thing that they want from us for Humanistics. It’s a huge paper that has to have a least ten sources and you have to explain why the sources are legit and then you have to write a companion piece demonstrating what you learned. I think I’ll write a short fiction story. In English, just to stick to them for making me work so hard.

Sorry about the lack of pictures. My camera is dead and I only have one adapter, so I have to decide what is priority in the charging queue, and the camera is dead last.

Here’s the terrible poem I have to sing in front of my class. It had to be about a key, and we couldn’t decide what the key was to, so we made it a key to a heart, house, and lock. Hooray for indecision!

We met on a Saturday night

The bus was running late, the rain was a fright

I thought you were cute so I opened my umbrella

I thought we could share, you seemed an alright fella

How could I have known how wrong I was

How could you mislead me so

Why would you go and break my heart

Say you love me,  then let me go

And I’ve been told a hundred times

That it’s not you, it’s me.

I don’t know why I thought you were different

Why I gave you my key

I let you into my house

I let you into my heart

We were always supposed to be together

I don’t know how to live now that we’re apart

We declared our love at Westbridge

Our lock still hangs for all to see

I wish I could tear it off

But you threw away our key

Though years are passed

And other lovers have come

I can’t make myself forget you

You’re still the song I hum

And I’ve been told a hundred times

That it’s not you, it’s me.

I don’t know why I thought you were different

Why I gave you my key

I let you into my house

I let you into my heart

We were always supposed to be together

I don’t know how to live now that we’re apart

Now that we’re apart