Tired oh tired. Why do this I feel? Sleep oh sleep. A mystery yet to reveal. What are these classes and meetings I must attend? Why oh why am I not still a’sleeping? Better the question be, why oh why am I trying poetry?
Here is to the end of probably the longest first day of classes I have ever experienced. It was fantastic but busy. It was great catching up with my friends but now the piles of assignments are growing. Naps are nonexistent and so are home-cooked meals. Instead of fantastic Chinese style noodles, I am eating what seems to be a nacho casserole. When I wake I see not the furry face of my adorable dog. Instead I see the springs of the bed above me. I must awaken at a time that I dared not to think about in my pleasant dreams that nestled under the ceiling of my room. A time that just a handful of days ago I was still softly snoring in unison with my warm puppy. But alas the past is the past. A new year has arrived and with it, a new semester. New classes. New people. Old faces, new faces. Challenges. Meetings. And the few hours of sleep that I can grasp in between.
At least when I awaken, it will be to the fresh face of cold, bitter snow and not the warm, joyous sun. As I don my heavy winter coat in preparation for another day, I will remember the shorts I wore just last week. But who can truly compete with a perma-cloud?
Here is to an unforgettable semester. Best of luck y’all and may the odds be ever in our favor!