syllabus

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