Day One Poetry:
The Scramble for the Class
Laptops flipping open
its that time of year again
nine o'clock on the dot
when students all over campus
in pajamas or dressed for class
logging in to the university site
the flurry of keys worthless
pin numbers entered in vain
the system is down once more
seconds tick by but to no avail
emails sent without answers
advisors absent when needed most
traveling from building to building
like mail flying to and fro
until it stops at its destination
the stress of scheduling complete
as the classes appear on the screen.
Finally.
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this kills me becuase i still haven't registered or even emailed my advisor. good poem cause i feel the anxiety.
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