Freshmen Poems - Poems about Freshmen

Today was the first day of class. You should have seen all the people. Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch flat tire changings and car wrecks. Some were carrying maps - freshmen. Like student drivers they clogged the paths, drawing a few looks. They gaggle together like geese, Jeeezus - shut UP...

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It’s elko noice to be back in the sprawling, claustrophobic infinity of college. I love the energy, the hubbub, the moving ins, the lines for everything and the freshmen’s hovering parents. We loiter, my roommates and I, sipping expensive, store-bought coffee, around the dorms, the bookstores, and shops, soaking up the frenzy. A mom sweetly says to...

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I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories." It's called "the gardens." I could shorten it - but why? *shrug* Here's the link: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/the_gardens_10665 I hope you like it!...

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We’re (my pose is gathered this Saturday morning because I made a pancake and bacon breakfast) listening to a Britney Spears song, off one of Leong’s playlists. “I remember when I was about 8,” I say, “I was drawing and singing a Brittney song and I got to the line - “I make no apologies,...

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(*This piece may have a limited audience - but don’t ALL my pieces??*) Some of the best advice from my Fro-Co (seniors who volunteer as freshman advisors): If you’re stuck in your room (due to the pandemic) open the windows. Exercise every day - outside if you can (pandemic). YOU, ain’t ALL THAT. Get used to it - maybe...

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I finished moving into my residential college as a storm began - fat raindrops, as big as coconuts, falling from a black and fouling sky. These northerners were acting like a "tropical storm" (Henri) was a big deal. “Surely New England gets storms?” I ask, from behind my mask. “What about NOR_Easters?” I say, like a meteorologist. “Those are different.”...

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To say I'm excited about going to college is like saying Godzilla is big - you don't get the complete picture - you don't see the buildings crumbling and civilians running for their lives. Leaving for college is one of those foundational moments in life... My mind’s been racing, I’ve felt a disquieting anxiety and I...

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The College Caravan Last night we loaded the minivan with her suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters. While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow; drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind like the last icicle melting unnoticed in the spring thaw. Morning’s excitement,...

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Seniors drooling on their desk waiting for their final test. While us freshman sit and wait for the final day upper classmen can make fun of us even thought they are jealous. We have our whole life ahead of us. While they sit and turn to dust behind office desks knowing, thinking class of 2014...

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