One class too many...
my degree is .5 credits away, there was bound to be
if it's true that the less part of something you become
equals the more disenfranchised you become from that
something, than i am wandering out to sea at carleton.
I'm gone before I get there, the room where i learn is new
like my present status. not how i envisioned my finale at
wait. you're telling me this is the finale? fuck, i just
started. The time went by so fast.
What's my feeling of this my last class?
Like I'm watching it from behind tempered glass at a
"And to the right we can see a group of tomorrow's future
bettering their minds in a university lecture hall."
"Hey, I remember that." "Look, thats where I used to sit."
Well, at least once I'm done here and I walk out the doors
for the last time, degree in hand, I will be greeted by
eager employers ready to offer me my $65,000 starting
salary in a career I'm told I want.
...you mean Mass Commies aren't in great demand?
That's why it's on to the college scene next fall. I can
see the future.
P.S. I'm not schizophrenic..., Frank.
Now, if you'll excuse me... I have readings to get too.
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