I sit by Blueno
with my blueberry bagel,
bought from the Blue Room.
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Back row of lecture,
I see a couple kissing.
Too early for this!
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Barus and Holley,
I’ll always feel lost in you.
Where’s my classroom?!
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Ratty oh Ratty,
bless me with an open booth.
I’ll love you forever.
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How do I “Linkedin?”
Can’t I just live away from
capitalism??
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The Mail Room resounds
with sweet jams; my heart swells with
Hey Ya by OutKast.
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Limbs sprawled, I lay on
the Main Green, covered in crumbs
and sesame seeds.
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The leaves are falling,
the sky is russet and gold.
Should I Instagram?
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“Get over yourself”
is carved on this Rock carrel.
I feel targeted.
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A missed RIPTA
is a metaphor for lost
opportunity.
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Grad Center Gym looks
like a treadmill filled dungeon
and smells like stale booze.
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“Come back!” I yell as
two bunnies scamper away.
It’s hard to make friends.
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My roommate and I
dance to the Camp Rock soundtrack.
Surely we have peaked.
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Night falls. I dream of
stepping on the Pembroke seal
and wake up, sweating.
Image via Sarah Clapp.