This term, we've begun with a list of terms related to environment, ranging from the devastating crises happening around the globe to the lovely descriptions of catastrophes caused by man. While it's a very fun and a not-so content-heavy topic, it reminds us that we can't say 'abracadabra' to felled trees and watch as they rise from the ashes of our ancestors. Well, it's a shame, really. Would've loved to see some of the forests and wildlife that existed before the world began pumping steam and breathing coal.
The first thing we did when we got to the third term was pairing words to form collocations. There were a variety of them, 42 collocations to be exact, and we had to figure them out. Most were easy, words we knew were things like 'climate change' or 'heat wave', but some were new. 'Paddy farming', 'septic tanks' and other words were quite interesting.
Unfortunately, I wasn't there for the AEP period the week after that. I had a statistics mock exam, which made me quite delirious. I got a 35/50 on that, which isn't what I want, but it's what I'll take. I heard that the people that were present played Scrabble instead, and Osamah won. Incredible!
This week, or rather today, we did our AEP project. It was a really fun one, and I enjoyed doing it. It was about writing an 8-word epitaph. That was it. The only instruction given was not to make it crass and make it only eight words. It could be dark, funny, serious ... I obviously chose funny.
I had a multitude of epitaphs, ones that I enjoyed more than others. Here are my favorites:
"This epitaph has been approved by Ms. Disa."
"Don't find me in heaven. Look behind you."
"Do I still have to study for chemistry?"
"Can't believe he survived the third chemistry quiz."
There were many more, but the one I chose was "You might want to call your local exorcist." It just stood out to me. Short, sweet, and funny. The type of things I'd say during my death.
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