Dear College

Dear college,

I am so doing you.

I take the courses and drink the vodka.

I sign up for your 8 am’s and try to attend’em.

I joined the clubs and made a friend,

Bailey from Kines and Rachel from Chem.

Sometimes I forget to shower,

But I think it gives me the power,

To stay up all night and finish that Netflix show.

Boy, do I have to go.

Its 2 am and the party’s over.

Time to make some ramen on the stove or the microwave is quicker.

No, I don’t want a sticker to put on the back of my car.

That’s where I sit and cry when things have gone too far.

I don’t know my roommate’s name

And I’ve only seen her at a basketball game.

Which I refuse to attend because its boring as hell

Maybe I should go, it’ll get me out of my shell.

But who would choose this life of education?

Oh right, that’s me.

Man, do I need a vacation

Or what do I owe the pleasure or should I say who.

Maybe it’s whom

Anyway,

I’m almost in full bloom with one year left.

That’s a joke because grad school is next.

College, I am so doing you.

But you are also kicking my ass.

Your Friend,

Chloe West