people!
I just came from the cafeteria. In a shocking twist,
I have to actually meet people, I mean, can you imagine?
And we have group projects, my least favorite thing,
except perhaps, having a gym class.
The cafeteria was so crowded—didn’t I see you there?
Everyone there seemed to be wearing vintage Urban Outfitters.
I felt left out, but no one openly pointed at me.
Next, I expect to see bubblegum patch vests, skate-fit jeans and leopard-appliqué flats.
Between us, I’ve gotten old, and lost what little fashion game I had.
Now I’m modulated, that is, I’m over over-Indulgence.
When I pictured myself in college, OMG, what, a half a decade ago?
I imagined myself in a Lime Fizz Dress from Modcloth.
THAT never happened—which is all for the good.
School and by extension - school work - is definitely happening.
It’s not all studying while drinking back-to-back espressos at sunrise.
This week’s assignments due are: a ‘reflective assignment’ on qualitative research methods, a policy memo, a case analysis, and a group presentation. Argh.
So if you don’t hear from me—I haven’t been deported—I’m just oppressed.
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Songs for this:
This is Why by Paramore
Lauren by Men I Trust
Margaret by Pomegranate tea [E]
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