I walked into a crowd filled classroom
Picking at the frayed seem on my books in idle thoughts
College. What. A view.
Sarcasm in my mind seemed funnier to me than anything else.
The students had slowly sauntered to their seats as the professor skipped in behind me
Whistling an unfamiliar tune, full of energy and light.
Each row of movie theatre mocking chairs had a different face, age, and color.
This stilled my fumbling fingers for a moment and calmed my senses.
It was the first day of senior year.
Everyone expects college to be boring after a while
But to me. To me it was like a fresh clean slate all over again when it came to not only academics but friendships.
I picked a seat next to a blond girl that was pulling at her cuticles in what seemed like boredom.
She looked up at me and said in a formal tone “hey”
This I assumed was to make her not seem rude. But I didn’t really care what her meaning was.
“Hellooo” I replied in a sing song voice.
“Alright alright class let’s just dive right in shall we? I hope you all brought your books today because there will be a written response due tomorrow morning on chapters 1-3.”
As he said this, he wrote on the white board his name, and the subject of the class.
From Wilde to Wailin
“Now to start off today, I need you all to write a poem. It can be no longer than 5 lines but cannot be a specific form of poetry. You must make this free-style. I want to find my creative writers and my strict modern ones. You have 30 minutes to complete this and your time starts now.”
With that, he set a timer and walked out of the classroom.
We all looked at each other at first in mild confusion.
Then slowly one by one we all grabbed our pencils from our bags and began to write.
I tapped my pencil to my head
What to write what to write what to write.
Sun shines in the eas–
Think. What would you want to read about if you were a poetry teacher that receives the same shit every day.
-And that’s when I heard the screams
“There, there darling it’ll be okay”
The sound of metal to flesh made me sick
I looked down at the leg she had sawed
Mamma was the devil when she got mad
The timer Dinged and we all stood.
Filing in line one after another to turn them in.
Our professor returned then suddenly.
“No no no not so fast we must read them aloud”
I thought to myself. This class will think I’m a lunatic.
One by one the rows began to read.
Most were about family.
Past relationships. Lost lovers. Lost prayers. Lost money. lost time
One was about inner peace.
It spoke to me.
It was my turn.
I stood slowly and read my lines, then sat down hurriedly, looking at the student next to me in hopes that we could move along.
She looked at me disturbed.
My professor was just staring at me.
He was thinking.
Then. He smiled.
“It will be a pleasure reading your future works miss-?”
“O-Oxford” I stuttered.
“Very good. Next!”