Observations of the Sixth Form College

It’s noisy; sometimes you have to shout To tell your friends who’s going out with who The walls are a sort of apricot colour With white highlights on the wooden mouldings

We have cover again, as Basit is absent I am the only one in the room at the moment About twenty minutes early for the next lesson It is a white room, cluttered with tables

“A shrimp!” I cried like an excited child. “Look! There’s a shrimp!”