Office Hours
Stepping into an unfamiliar view
The room, the faces, everything is new
You've done what you're asked but no one's around
Barely quiet but hard to make a sound
Nothing left to do but sit and just wait
Watching the hours go by until it's late
Hoping a familiar face would drop by
Otherwise I'll just play with my wifi
Something new is what I really do hope
In learning things that's within my field's scope
For now, I think, that would still have to wait
Well it's just the first day, more things await
Surrounded by many professionals
Overhearing stuff educational
But here I am, a fish out of water
Whether there or not, it wouldn't matter
Such is the life of an only intern
Who's hoping that things would take a good turn
Letting time slip by, by writing this poem
Oh look it's almost five. Yay! I go home.
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