um.
they didn’t tell us everything when we were registering for
courses.
some days your ankles swell and there’s no pencil sharpener
in sight.
the food isn’t always all that great and there are only a
few
loaner umbrellas –
and some of them are broken.
the gym is available except when it isn’t and some of the
chairs are reserved
for seniors or men or veterans.
no, they didn’t tell us really any of the details to make an
informed choice.
we had no way of knowing and mute advisors are no help even
when they
smell funny and hold your hand occasionally ruffling your
hair.
what happens out behind the auditorium is secret unless
security rolls by, and there’s always too much of never enough time and back
aches creep up from behind.
it’s all more tuna fish and corn chips than cristal and
beluga.
there should have been a more thorough orientation because
pets and children die and it’s not fair
that you have to be 36” to ride the roller coaster.
someone might have mentioned that gardening and arguing are
skills that require
development
and even if you get a yearly calendar you’ll never have
enough pages and even
at the end you will want and beg for one more.
don’t there have to be more q words without the letter u?
and if we kept our mouths shut
and our chins up, i think there should be a prize.
the syllabus really should have outlined the grading
structure more clearly.
we sign up for a second, third, fourth, fifth round of pain
because we are here
and we must use our time wisely if we can but use it
nonetheless.
and no one said there was an end because really there are
too many smiles to see
and toasts to drink and vases to smash.
oh so much that wasn’t included in the opening remarks and
it all keeps
going