The way my twisted brain works during my Eliot class

There are shamrocks on the table, in a vase brought by one of the students. "The seeds were brought from Ireland" she says. "Freak", I think to myself. Roots and everything still attached to the thin white stalks. They smell weird. I am tempted to pick one and chew on it. I have this impression it´ll taste like watercress. Then again maybe it won´t. Are they edible at all? Should check that. Hm, might be poisonous for all I know. They´ve got big leaves, unlike clovers and just three of them. Not lucky. I´m looking over a four leaf clover, that I overlooked before. One leaf is sunshine the other is rain... God, where did I learn that song? And how does it go on?
"And still she cried and still the world pursues". God, I must´ve missed a million lines. Focus, girl, focus.