Ode to My Last 6 Weeks of Grad School

Oh, dear, I have such bad senioritis

It makes me wonder what the meaning of life is

While I sit here with measly amounts of motivation

I can’t help thinking how much I crave a vacation

It makes me question my life’s choices

And wonder if I’ve listened to the right voices

I kind of, sort of like what I’m doing

Yet I’m still so unsure of the direction in which I’m moving

I have to fight myself to do anything

Because all I do, doth not joy bring

I wish it would go away

I fear I’m about to become a meal en flambé

I’d really like to not get roasted

“To success and happiness!” I’d rather get toasted

But all I want to do is read and for-the-fun-of-it write

And follow a literary path in which my future is bright.

This perfectly shows how I feel on a daily basis...  Head.Desk.

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Poet-ed at 11:30 pm, in the dark, when I should have been asleep for an early class.