Just some memories.
Those classes which taught me nothing
about life
Just how to make small talk
and sound halfway intelligent
Teachers that kept their distance
through intellectual superiority
and certain obvious class issues
A roommate I hated
My own dorm room
A roommate I loved
That aroma of ambition
like the smell of pizza
from the restaurant in the basement
of the student HUB
And students leaving
for faraway lands, only
to come back, and describe
the foreign in foreigner
culture-shock on their faces.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 13:24
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What I miss about my University days.
Those classes which taught me nothing
about life
Just how to make small talk
and sound halfway intelligent
Teachers that kept their distance
through intellectual superiority
and certain obvious class issues
A roommate I hated
My own dorm room
A roommate I loved
That aroma of ambition
like the smell of pizza
from the restaurant in the basement
of the student HUB
And students leaving
for faraway lands, only
to come back, and describe
the foreign in foreigner
culture-shock on their faces.
© 2007 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 752 times
Written on 2007-06-25 at 13:24
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