Student returns to campus, only to be rudely reminded that he hasn't covered his elective requirements yet. Student flails frantically through course calendar, trudging through the execrable QUEST interface in an effort to unearth courses which are both interesting and available. Student settles on two more electives: Creative Writing and General Relativity.

The first assignment for Creative Writing is simple - write a poem of at least 140 words over at least 14 lines. This poses a unique problem: poetry is something I wrote off at multiple points throughout secondary school as boring, pretentious, or some convex combination thereof. In an effort to dust off whatever minuscule poetic skill I might have developed from the English education foisted upon me by our curriculum-setting overlords, I've decided to put my faith in the value of practice:

The Lineup

Man, arrayed in wintry garb,
Heavyset, prominent jaw;
Pores pensively over news-sheet.

Scarf-shrouded matron,
Age-worn mask of propriety;
Shares pleasantries and tea.

Lonely bespectacled soul,
Clutches cherished BlackBerry;
Awaits interaction.

For this moment alone
Their journeys converge

(I'm rather fond of arrayed. Your guess why.)

To further pad what will hopefully be my last term here at Waterloo with awesomeness, I've taken up a role in the annual theatrical production known as FASS. The theme of this year's production is video games; hilarity is promised!

Last words: I know you're wondering about the post title. This image explains all.