First Day

These children,
in their beats there is somethin’ missing
you know I’m listening
a fragile kinship blossoming
I’m not saying I know it all
but this generation hit a wall
I’ll stumble but I’ll never fall
on my knees but I’ll never crawl…

It is the first day of a new semester, and the classrooms are full as they’ll ever be for the next 3 1/2 months. “Your syllabus can be found online” because of the cuts in the State education budget, our papers are too expensive to print. The professors don’t look frazzled yet, and everyone is wearing new clothes.

It is like I’m back in elementary school. Without the budget cuts and the latte-sipping, cigarette-smoking, cell-phone-carrying UIC students. 🙂 Ah, I love the smell of too much cologne in the morning…hahaha…

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