There are days when bus stops are no fun.
But still, you drag yourself on and on.
Lectures are taught when the sun is behind shrouds of clouds.
The coffee isn’t strong,
And your tea is not hot, but nonetheless, you step out the door to whatever lies
Sweaters are too bulky, particularly around the cuff.
Parking lots are still empty,
Some students seem tipsy.
Your brain is still fogged–
It shows right there on your blog.
Words not coherent ‘n’ all that good stuff.
Socks aren’t quite long enough,
and rain-boots too squeaky,
You find yourself thinking of your trip to Waikiki.
It’s the first week of classes, don’t forget your school passes, bus passes, or glasses!
As a college instructor in the Pacific NW, this feels like home to me. A little too much. 😉 Thanks!