Scarlet Pimpernel

I'm walking down a hallway in school. I know I have to get to math class on time because I have a test today. I'm getting nervous because I realize that I haven't studied, and I have never been to this math class.

I'm standing in the kitchen. I'm looking at the oven, waiting for my chicken to be done. It's taking a very long time and I am starting to get impatient. I sit down in the dining room and grab a magazine off of the table, I'm about to open it, when I smell the chicken burning. I go back into the kitchen and open the oven door. The chicken is charred and inedible. I remember being disappointed because I was really hungry. It was really short, but interesting, I guess (or maybe that's just me).

Ah, poetry. The fun never seems to end when poems come up in class. I think I've finally overcome my fear of poetry (all thanks to Prof. F). Anyway, the poem I've been thinking about a lot since we discussed it in class is a poem by Blake from Songs of Innocence.

I'm in a lecture hall that I had for biology last semester. There are hundreds of students in the hall with me. We are all in the dreams class, and are talking about the essays we are writing. There are people who are sitting in the front of the room, who are going to judge our papers. When they call a person's name, a spotlight comes on from the ceiling and shines on them. I'm sitting there, listening to other people speak, when I realize that I don't have any of my work with me, nor can I remember what my essay is even about.

Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer wrote during the 14th century, and is most famous for his work The Canterbury Tales. Though he wrote many other works which are of equal value, the one most frequently studied is The Canterbury Tales. His other famous works include: The House of Fame, Troilus and Criseyde, The Romaunt of the Rose, and The Legend of Good Women. If any of these works are given on the exam in their original format, they will be easy to recognize because they are written in Middle English. A sample would look like this:

“Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendered is the flour.”

My sister, my cousin, and I are sitting in my room and are watching television. My sister and my cousin start to talk about a show that they are watching. Suddenly, my cousin calls my sister fat, and they start to fight. They are both insulting each other, when I decide that I have had enough and slap my cousin across the face. I leave the room and go downstairs. That's all.

I'm in my room watching television. I realize that one of my folders is missing from on top of my desk. I start to look around for it, but can;t find it anywhere. I start toss things around because everything is out of place.

I'm on a street in Manhattan, and am looking for my cousin's apartment. I walk down a number of streets and can't find it. I look through my bag to find the paper the address is written on, but my bag is empty. Becoming more and more frustrated, I look for a phone booth in order to call my other cousin.