FYE

It’s called the First Year Experience

by student services and admins;

I call it a Philosophy class taught

by a business ethics professor who

thought it a con and two checks:

one for each college he worked.

I call it a twelve-page midterm

that only made it to eight

with the help of a big ass font

that received an A with comments

every time I padded a paragraph

with quotes directly from half-

listened lectures. I call it making

friends with people I never talked to

in high school: the football player

who made eye contact with me

in the Bio class we both dropped

and the color guardian who lived

across the street, abandoned

by friends that all moved away.

I call it being lonely and desperate

and grasping onto any familiar thing.

I call it the true God of the West:

Time, and we pray to it in every

semester, syllabus, and syllable.

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