7/9/2010- Oxford

7/9

Creative Writing: Today we wrote a piece about getting sick :|, talked about similes, metaphors, and oxymorons, and went outside for a few minutes. We found a leaf from the ground and had to write something about it. This is what I wrote:

Golden like a desert
Fragile as a mother's child
When it's old enough, it
leaves its tree, and
it surrenders to the
wind's strong grasp.
A maze
paths between paths
roads between roads
walking like there's no
endless
walking like you've star
ted to could fall
off
you try to travel a
way, you jump
left and right,
but as any maze,
every leaf
has its beginning,
the birth, the growing,
and its end,
whether torn,
or lost,
or dead,
when use is at its own
ending,
the en
ding of a life,
the un
known world,
not sure what will hap
pen next.


and


They rip, they tear.
What would you think?
If they took you apart?
They rip, they tear.



We also wrote a science fiction piece about aliens coming to the class for the first time. :)


Experimental Psychology: Today we started projects about our own experiment and had skits about the brain, acting out a disease and the rest of the class would guess what part of the brain that disease would come from.

Afternoon: Later on, we went punting. One of our assistant counselors punted most of the way, though I tried at the end and I crashed into brambles. There were two groups of people on the boats as well and they were really drunk and we had to squeeze our boat between theirs.... an interesting experience.


< Punting in a beautiful lake





Evening: We had a balloon debate, which is where we got in groups of two and chose an occupation to support. The aim of the game was to keep your occupation inside the balloon. My friend and I supported teachers, and other groups chose students, the Pope, the US president, and medical examiners. It became a debate about the importance of religion, however, and after the medical examiners won, one of my best friends, whom we affectionately refer to as “Teddy,” read some of his awesome poems the rest of the time. Afterwards, we had the evening shout again, this time talking about our time at London the next day, and we all went to bed, excited for what was to come.