Rambles of a College Student

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Three weeks in, and so tired.

It’s cold,

my coffee’s gone,

and I didn’t sleep nearly enough.

(Lunch is in an hour, so that’s a plus.)

The wheel in the sky

turns over and over.

Day class, night class, eight am’s.

Reading, writing, do again.

Oh the Humanities.

Three weeks in, and so tired.

“Spring cannot be far behind”,

but it’s only January still,

so yes it can be.

I have half a mind

to quit

but I won’t,

so I’ll cry and suck it up

and do my homework.

Oh the Humanities.

Weekly Roundup and Reflection: Finality

It’s Sunday! Which means that a week from today I will be home!

This coming week is finals week, and despite norms I am not really that stressed. There is really not much for me to do besides curb my procrastination and put the last bit of effort in to finish.

There is also a personal/spiritual journey I’ve been going through this past week, and hopefully I’ll be sharing some of my thoughts from that on Thursday.

For now, here is a roundup of this week’s posts! On Tuesday I shared a poemlet called “Texture” and on Thursday there was a sweet little short story entitled “The Life and Times of a Sewing Machine”. Check them out if you didn’t get a chance, or read them again if you enjoyed them!

Have a great week folks!

Weekly Reflection and Roundup: Patience

Happy Sunday everyone! It’s been a long while since I’ve written a Weekly Reflection! It’s been a long and stressful week, and I am so glad it’s the weekend!

One thing I’ve been trying to learn this week is patience. My college career will take longer than I originally hoped, and for a few days I was really depressed about it. There’s something really disheartening about thinking you are further along in something than you are, and finding that you still have a long way to go. There are many parts of my life where it’s easy to wish that time would speed up.

But I am learning that sometimes, just because things don’t happen right away doesn’t mean that they’ll never happen. God is not always saying “no” to me and the things I would like to do with my life. Usually, I think He is just saying “wait”. And that’s hard, because I really really hate waiting, like more than I thought I did. But through all this waiting, I know that He is preparing me and the people around me for what comes next. With His grace, I am doing my best to be patient.

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In case you missed it, here also is a roundup of the posts I made this week. Be sure to check out the Purple Bluebird I knitted, and the link to make your own!

I also have two new poems up this week. I returned to my favorite topic, nature, in Allegheny Autumn and went a little brooding and melancholy with Black Hole.

Enjoy your weekend folks! See you next week!

Hannah

Weekend!

Hi everyone!

Fall break has started and I am ready for a long weekend! I will probably not post over the weekend as I usually do; weekends home are not nearly as boring as weekends at school, so I will have less time to post ;o) But here is a poem to tide you over until Tuesday. It’s more of  “whiney” poem, I suppose, than the others I’ve put on here. It came from some frustration I had yesterday about college, about the current education system that I consider to be flawed in many ways, flawed with good and bad intentions.

I do want to be clear that, while I may complain about college in the poem, I do not mean to reflect upon my particular school or the wonderful people who run it. I see the source of my frustrations as the education system itself, a broken and nonsensical game that we all play because we must. So with that in mind, here is

an impromptu poem, written in a fit of frustration and sleep-deprivation, and thus true college student poetry.

 

 

Tired
 

I am writing this on Friday night,

very late, and I am very very

Tired.

Books lay at my feet,

books several inches thick,

which I will attempt to sell when I am through with them.

I was talking with someone today at college about college,

about how ridiculously expensive it is,

about how we are forced to learn what we are not studying,

for a well-rounded education

that we don’t desire,

because we have passions

that we have come to pursue.

I learned this week that I need two language classes

to satisfy the state.

They only offer Spanish but my heart was set on Russian.

I also need two gym classes

because, although I am an adult,

I do not know how to go to the gym by myself

(the three times a week I lift weights and kick-box don’t count).

My well-rounded education costs a five-figure sum,

which I can’t afford,

and which I will be paying for until my children are my age.

I am frustrated, to say the least.

But I am also conflicted,

because I do love to learn,

I love waking up and hearing bells toll

in the sandstone steeple where birds sleep.

I love sitting at a desk, jotting down notes,

while my world is expanded and my reality stretches.

I love being challenged and awed and inspired.

But there comes a tap on my shoulder;

the reality that stretched for me snaps back like a rubber band.

I must spend half my time on things I did not come here for,

I must ask the government to give me money,

I must learn my language and take my gym class.

I must do as I am told like a good little girl.

Because I must have a well-rounded education,

and I didn’t go to school twelve years before this at all,

so I have never learned math or science before.

My eyes have been opened!

How foolish of me to think

that my love of books is not well-rounded!

I must not only study literature,

because Geometry is enormously helpful when you are writing a book.

I must not only study poetry,

because Aerobics class is great for the metaphors.

I must not only learn to be a writer,

because when that fails (as they seem to assume it will),

my well-rounded education will keep me afloat.

They pat me on the head and give me a scroll,

a tassel on my hat and off I go,

head crammed with things I don’t remember,

with a price tag attached.

Now I mean something!

Now I am well-rounded.

It is not their fault, I know.

They do as they are told, like good little children.

So I do not mean to be rude,

because I am very grateful.

The opportunity I have

is a blessing.

But I am sick of playing games,

and I am very very

Tired.

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