All about that Bogarde

Hi, back again! Thought I best get this in before I start work on my notes or it'll get too late and/or I'll forget. Poetry went alright, delving into the depths of what 'a tray of eggs' could signify and making up poetry from [seemingly] random words (actually D.H. Lawrence's 'Nothing to Save'):

Original:
There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.

My creation with...some of the words:
In the stillness
of a violet nothing
there is now
but a lost core

It made use of several words that really spoke to me, what with me being a bit of a melancholic poet at times. But I must say, I am really am enjoying these in-class (and out of class) free-writing exercises. I have pulled a fair few good lines from my mind this way. Unfortunately, I put a little too much thought into how I would write my rat/fear poem and not enough into actually writing the thing, so that's a task for next week along with....well, we haven't actually been told what we're writing just yet.
Managed to grab a bite of sushi after class, which meant I was sat eating edamame beans from the pod while writing a short poem about a woman with fiery hair that I passed on the street. Finally, having secured myself last week's issue of Kerrang! I sat and read it, waiting for half 6 when I could begin my ushering for tonight's film: Basil Dearden's Victim starring the handsome Dirk Bogarde. A rather controversial film for its time, released in 1961, given that it dealt with the issue of homosexuality. To keep it brief, I really couldn't believe that being gay in those days was considered a criminal offence worthy of imprisonment. Almost made me cry by the end - though that may have had as much to do with the poignancy of the scene as the fact that it was Dirk Bogarde (who, I might add, was just a name to me before tonight).
So yes, good day overall. Now to finish it up with note typing which will probably see me through til midnight....