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A Week in a Life of Learning Community Fifteen
Two to Five to Eight to Eleven
The elevators ascend, it’s Ten Fifty-Seven
Push and push, out I go,
And down the stairs, I follow the flow.
In a windowless room without a view,
My professor is once again wearing purple and blue,
Up and up I begin to stand,
Declaring my speech, that is the plan.
In the corner of Twenty-Third and Lex,
A dull one-hundred minutes is what lies next,
Iran, Vienna, Marjane Satrapi,
I simply want to get out, I’ll be happy.
Regression, Notation, Rational Functions,
One more digit, my mind will malfunction.
Tests and quizzes are straight, un-curved,
There’s a pre- before the calc, yet I still got served.
Sixteen poor souls in dark old Thirteen-O-Three,
Awaiting extreme mental fornication, should we flee?
Study of human thought and behavior is the goal,
Own up to being wrong, and ace those damn fish bowl.
Zotero, blogs, readings and on-line assignments,
African slaves on a trans-Atlantic consignment,
Seats that creak on every miniscule move you make,
One-hundred nine students yet only five are awake.
A week in a life of a typical Baruch Freshman,
It’s not too much of hell nor it is fluff and heaven,
This is my story of our story and I end this scene,
A week in a life of Learning Community Fifteen.
Jezrel Sabaduquia