Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Almost there

It's 4:09 am, and I am in a chilly room on the 3rd floor of the Sackett Building. I'm hungry, frustrated, chilly, tired and tired. And tired.

I'm working on an assignment that doesn't make any sense to me.

I graduate in less than two months. I'm almost there.

There is relative though because really "there" seems to be a little more scary than "here". I don't have a job, what I do have is a billion dollars in student loan debt. I'm going to change the world I know it. I know it because I refuse to do anything else. I want to teach, more than that I want to educate. I want to change kids' lives and through them the lives of their family and neighborhood.

I'm going to be awesome. I know it, I swear I can do it.

I just had to remind myself.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Poetry is weird.

Poetry is weird
it just happens
with or without your consent
the best you can do is have paper and pencil ready
or even pen
because poetry makes no mistakes
it isn't correct
it isn't nice
it doesn't care
it just is
it's not worried about being liked
it is not offended by criticism
it just is
pure and true
poetry is my idol
not one to be worshipped
but one that i'd like to model