Without fail each term comes
to a halting conclusion without
ever having a chance to breathe

Professors with their abundance of
infinite wisdom decide to see how
many lecture I slept through by means
of a final exam

The binders from Spanish and chemistry
and method classes line my kitchen table
each spiral full of
-chicken scratch
-happy face doodles
-formulas
each line looked
Greek
to me

I questioned why I
skipped class that day
Why running errands seemed
more productive on another
And I pondered if I didn’t show up to
my final exam what
grade I would receive

However many tens of thousands of
dollars seemed to be
draining down
my kitchen sink with the unfinished
bowl of ramen noodles and uneaten
broccoli

Five more days til I can
Toss my three weeks worth of dirty
laundry into my boyfriend’s car to
drive home for my
four weeks off for good behavior

Until then
I needed to learn how to read
what looks like Greek
and try to care
about chemistry
and Spanish
and teaching philosophies of dead guys