Helloooo and welcome to my English Class Blog. This is basically where we upload all our essays and writing projects up. Lying on my bed, boredness overwhelms. Rain is pouring, shattering at my window panes. This four walls is suffocating, what a mental pain! Like a tiger cub locked in a cage, my soul longing for the freedom to run,.

As I went on the trip, many memorable situations happened throughout the time that I will remember for the rest of my life. I was waiting at Taipei Train Station on the first day of the trip searching for my friends, and there was an announcement calling for the CTSP students to gather at the bus near the main gate. I walked close to the gate and I saw the tour guide waving. I saw all my friends that I missed, especially Terence Law.

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Surely you have something better to do. This is not a poem. This is not a poem. You only think it is. Or anything resembling a meter. I was once told there are no bad poems. I have set out to prove this wrong. This class makes no sense to me. So I sit here twiddling my thumbs.