Fīsh, Físh, Fĭsh, Fìsh

The last two days were spent by the school on the programme called Humanities in Celebrations. On Monday we listened to speeches. On Tuesday we did something much more interesting.

First we had a workshop about Gothic literature and watched snips of the movie Alien (1976). It's supposed to be gothic because it's all "blood and gore and violence and sex". I'd watched the scene once before where the young alien burst out from Kane's chest, but that didn't make the second time any more pleasant to look. The scene where the robot's head fell off was just as quirky as it was.

Next thing we had a Poetry workshop with the part-time poet Madeline Lee (full-time financial advisor) and we had to make a poem about curtains. Curtains was boring so I... I mean my group kicked up a poem that described what went on beyond the curtains. It was all about a house painted yellowish-blue and a dog eating the computer and nothing that made sense courtesy Job and Winston.

Kia Meng had the funniest poem of all. When we passed the paper to Mrs. Lee she yelped.

Poem.
Fīsh,
Físh,
Fĭsh,
Fìsh.
The End.

Naturally, the girls had the best poetry.