A Poem on My First Class
It's only my 2nd day in Brazil,
Unfortunately, my energy level is downhill,
Hence, I'm writing this poem in class
or else I'd fall asleep - real fast.
It's probably just the jet lag,
Getting up for class was quite the drag.
I shouldn't have stay up late on the plane, you see,
tearing up while I watch "Katy Perry, Part of me."
Right now I'm at Santa Casa, a private medical school,
"No shorts, No slippers," it's a strict rule.
Students here have to pay a fee,
unlike public universities, which are free.
Our guest speaker is a historian,
No wonder why I think it's borin'.
Just joking, It's sometimes cool,
(only because my sister studies it in school.)
So Brazil's colonial period was 1500- 1822,
He talks about 90 languages, mixed ancestry, and debt due.
In 1822 - 1889, the imperial period was a must
The first emperor was claimed by Pedro the First.
There was also the first printing press, education institution in its' history,
which had huge implications and consequences of illiteracy.
Coffee playd a huge economic role,
In 1888, slavery abolished and remained low.
What happened in the next century, I don't know.
My thinking process was a little slow.
I went in and out of sleep, so I stopped taking notes,
I picked up random words like: minimum wage, order, and votes.
Now I'm writing this poem,
Thinking about meeting me host family and new home.
By the way, to say hello in Portuguese is "Oi!"
I've been practicing a lot, especially when I see a gorgeous boy!
Joking (okay, mom!)
Lynn
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