how do you choose a life of luxury, chasing the green, or a life of passion, bringing joy to the scene pick a major, they say, nothing major, they say, please don’t delay. Set sail on adventure, business or inventor, social work is a no, towards riches you go. to find my calling, but the… Read on
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It’s not the college I remember touring, But that’s what life is, hardly boring. I’ve learned how to change, In a world so strange. Read on
I arrived on this campus, Eager to learn, a blank canvas. I hoped we would last at least a week, The future unknown, looking bleak. Little did I know, With COVID breaking the status quo, We would be here to stay, The campus open day after day. I arrive with my plants, conversation-starters by chance,… Read on
Neighbors, neighbors, Thank you for all your generous favors. When we were moving, There were a lot of unknowns, But you accepted us And welcomed us into your homes. This is a metaphor, of course. A raincheck for after the virus loses its force Conversations by mailboxes reinforce Our sense of connection, a daily resource.… Read on
She didn’t warn me. She warned of coughing, but not of walking. She warned of a fever, And I believed her. Of losing smell or taste, Precautions to take place, Not for lost eyesight, Silly to assume in hindsight. But that night, She didn’t say, On that night, I’d be okay. I wasn’t warned of… Read on
“An Ode to the Mailman” I’m excited to report, a new quarantine sport, the mailman and his transport. Wait until he or she comes around, And guess what’s waiting to be found. Is a letter from my friend, Unable to see each other again? Or is it the acceptance packet, From the college of my… Read on