I Would Like the F Please

When I was in college, and in college, and in college, and in college, and in college, I never thought about my classes by any name except “have to do it” class. There were so many have to do it classes, that I did not bother to learn their names. Frankly, I did not care about their names. I had other things to do that I did care about. To save my soul, when I was in graduate school I took a poetry course. The instructor kept telling me I was going to flunk it. I did not care. Because that poetry class was balm to my soul. It lifted me up and spread me through the campus on angel wings. I could sit through all of my nonsensical psychology classes, taught by People who did not understand people half as well as they thought they did, As long as I could be in that poetry class at 2:10 on Wednesdays. I received all A’s and one F, and the F was my favorite class. That F class was the only class that kept me going in graduate school. Poetry, you are my kryptonite, and although I do not frankly understand you yet, I love you!