Wednesday, September 22, 2010

observation poem

While the students were writing, the room was very quiet; some were sitting here, some were there, and some were even sitting anywhere; there were things on the wall; posters, writings couldn’t think of all; hell there was very a crack on the wall; there was carpet on the floor, but nothing on the door; there was different color chair, but couldn’t count them anymore; the room didn’t seem so crowed so no one shouted; from observing my surrounding this is what I founded; now off to bed for the next day to revisit my surroundings.

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