TGIF

it's a friday night
and anyone, who's anyone
(on the scoresheet, that is)
is in the library

exchanging answers
over physics notes
swopping formulae cards
over sneaked in water

while sitting amongst these
that go
tap tap tap
on the calculator

talking in numbers
(a language lost on me)

i feel alone ('we live, as we dream, alone'
oh, too true, especially
in my seclusion from
the elusive world
of Newton)
with Conrad ('yes, that's what i mug,
no, not leisurely,
yes, my textbook
no, no TYS,
yes that's all) in my hands
and my mind

squeezing out every meaningful
thought of life
i can manage - it's exhausting
i would have you believe that

splitting oreos in half (that's your dinner)
giving the cream side to your
best friend (the one who studies the most
with you)

counting the hours down
till it hits nine
that's when the gates close
and the school dies

thanks to the self-righteous
greenlink society (annoying, too)
and stingy administration

just as well, we deserve a
break
crossing the bridge eagerly
waiting for the 156
that seems to take an
eternity

to come

switching buses down to
holland V
shortcuts, sharp turns
we're in heaven (NYDC)

we decide our orders even
before we are seated
the food comes
we sit in silence, eating

too tired to socialize
too numb to talk
(that requires too much brainpower)

we're full
but we get our just desserts
get the tab, get a cab
go home and do your QT

and as soon as
you hit the bed
your brain shuts
but not without glimpses
of what tomorrow will be

another day in the library.

i didn't intend to write a poem, this is just roughly what my day was like after school ended at 5 o clock.

+ posted by M @ 11:21 AM