A Day In the Life On the Hill, In Haiku

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.

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