Depression

As I fall asleep at exactly 3 am,

I feel disturbed by the thought of the next 8 am.

As the clock on my wall strikes eight,

I tend to twitch my stomach muscles tight.

Here comes another day,

Another day and another night,

Even with an extra day, nothing seems right..

The classroom looks empty,

The white-board looks black,

With more than 55 people around me,

One friend next to me, is exactly what I lack.

Somebody opens the window,

The salty breeze flows in.

It chokes my throat, I hope I die,

But the Heavens don't allow me in.

The classes seem dull,

The high-pitched laughter is dead,

A voice is all I can hear,

Giving me goose-bumps and making my skin red.

They say it's my life, happy or sad

They say I should love it, good or bad.

But before I can think on a happy note,

The day is over and the darkness has come.

I shiver and shake and curl up on my bed,

I pull a blanket and a drop of tear, I shed.

And as I fall asleep at exactly 3 am,

I feel depressed by the thought of 8 am..

Green House- B (The Trial of Saddam Hussein)

You are the best team members I have ever had. Sid, Jubin, Tulip, Varun, Vikas and Prasidh!! I am not sure if we did justice to the project but we had put in a lot effort into the project.

Even though there were negative comments, our hard work has been appreciated by 70% of the population(No I am not lying). I also thank my political science Guru Dr. Afroz Alam, who has helped us all in making the presentation a success.

And lastly, Mr. Saddam Hussein May your soul rest in peace..