Last German Lesson - What a Flop!

It is a pleasure to grace the Internet once more with tales of success to one degree or another. Today, despite a bit of confusion over why our allocated study room was in use, 2/3 of my group met up in the library to discuss costume, presentation order, and some minor details on the content of our script. 
In seminar itself, we focused more on how to read and craft poetry, the featured piece being Nocturne by Ruth Padel, a rather ambiguously dark poem about the poet's late father, jellyfish, and the unsettling nature of the unconscious mind (if you care to look that deep). As a workshop activity, we composed our own pieces of poetry based on an imaginary/remembered shoreline, whilst the sounds of the beach (rushing tide, waves, gulls, etc) played in the background. My rather short effort was based on Folkestone Beach in Kent, England. Some of the sensory images and sound I rather like.
Following this class, it was time to head back to my room, take in some lunch and then get onto organising my notes for the presentation before dinner: homemade chili con carne, coleslaw, AND guacamole! 
Then it was the final ever German class in which just 5 people (including myself and my friend Hannah) played memory games, answered questions, and tried out German tongue twisters, my favourite being:
Graben Grabengräber Gruben?

Graben Grubengräber Gräben?

Nein!

Grabengräber graben Gräben.

Grubengräber graben Gruben.

Which translates to:

Do gravediggers dig ditches?

Do ditchdiggers dig graves?

No!

Gravediggers dig graves.

Ditchdiggers dig ditches.

I hope you have fun with that one!

Gute Nacht for now!