Last leg
I broke a sweat walking around class to class, subway to train, in the pouring rain. I unzipped my coat, and sat back on the GO, sipped my drink, and stared outside the train's tinted window 7 semesters have now passed, Each equipped with its own stressors Each exciting during week 1, but each as gruelling as its predecessor. Each illiminating my brain cells, Each stimulating my mind, Each challenging me to new horizons, moulding me to becoming academically inclined. 7 semesters, 49 courses, 11 first days of school, is this really my last? Who am I, if not a student? How can I be anything but so? Shall I gravitate back to education since I love to learn, wouldn't I want more? Last first day, this week 1 is exciting, Last semester of tears and stress, Last syllabus reads and professor introductions, Last chance to do my best.