Oh, wonderful Cambridge…

Here I am, thinking about the past

At one of my memories last

I relax, I mumble and I think again

Why am I so sad sitting in this old train

Depressed, like a forgotten piece of gold

I feel like my heart has been sold

It has and I know only one thing

Cambridge has stolen it with one string

The string of which I talk, so numb

It’s being hold by only one thumb

The one of my own sadness strong

When I remember the two weeks long

So many things are on my mind

Like the people I used to find

Noticed them to everywhere I went

Best friends, that’s what they meant

The places I remember with so much regret

That I haven’t had time to visit them all yet

The smell, the taste, it all adds to one

That the beautiful camp is now done

…part 1…

I am writing all these on my way back home, spending my time in a train that will take me to my family. All kinds of things enter my mind and they leave trough my soul. I am a prisoner of my own emotions and I look up the window and I see the night’s moon. The next thing I see is me waking up on the bus to Ridley Hall, excited and anxious to see the place. I get my luggage and execute instructions and in no time I’m crashing on the bed in my own room. I get up and do some exploring; everything seems so peaceful, energetic and charged with knowledge.

I follow paths, I ask for directions and I soon get to know the city centre. I’m here for one hour and I am breathless, I’ve never seen such a beautiful city before and I wonder to myself, how extraordinary will these two weeks be?

I run back to Campus because I remembered about dinner. This was the beginning of so many wonderful things. At every corner you had a new opportunity to have fun. Punting, exploring, visiting, learning, crafting, everything at your finger tips. When I enter the dinning room I am speechless; an old area, a lot of tradition and spiritual charge, it resembles a medieval entertainment room for the noble society. I look at this place while I eat and feel like the atmosphere is making me daydream. I love it here…

Guest Post written by Mircea Neicu, the 2nd place winner of 2010 Shakespeare School Essay Competition (the prize consisted of a free English summer school in Cambridge)

To be continued…