The Poetic Diary of a College Student: Part One

You have four hundred unread emails

and zero idea what building you need to be in.

Keep walking, keep walking, keep walking

upward

down.

These are the best days of your life.

Your life hasn't been that long, honestly.

I'm not sure if we're trying to tell you

that it will certainly get better than this

or that it actually won't.

Your tuition is due on the 5th.

Speaking about the 5th, don't forget

that the event is on the 5th!

Don't forget! Make sure to come!

Sorry, you're in the wrong place.

You're at South Campus, and

the event was at South-North-Eastern West.

You missed it.

Two more emails.

Personally, all I'm striving for today

is not to be the person who's phone

alarm disrupts the room with that ding,

ding, ding erupting through the class.

Four of us have the same alarm sound.

Everyone looks. Nobody really cares.

These are the

best

days of your life.

The smell of weed is either wafting from next

to me, behind me, or to the left of me.

Someone in this same room as me is

inches away from God right now.

Someone else is asleep in the front row

with their phone smack dab right

on the side of their

face.