Vassar is a school,
unlike any other.
I love it almost as much as last year,
When I stopped talking to my mother.
Its ups and downs are here and there,
And while grades keep me in check.
Sometimes I really don’t care,
I step back and take a sec.
From the papers and teachers,
To the fake self-reliance.
To the Rugby team meetings,
They said something about compliance.
I thank the world every day,
That philosophy is my major.
If it wasn’t for the lack of tests,
My life might’ve been in danger.
My mental health is depleting,
As is my concept of time.
So much so that this was going to be a paper,
Laziness made it a rhyme.
Despite the constant reading,
That my teachers assure is required.
My interest in 60 percent of them,
Has most assuredly expired.
This may seem like a slander,
But I promise you it’s fine.
I was in the Army for eight years,
I’m so fucking happy my life is mine.
Vassar gave me the chance,
To choose what I want to be.
While the Army gave me the choice,
Do I clean up shit or do I clean up pee.
I have a future now,
It’s hard to digest.
The fact that I see a life 10 years from now,
Is what I hold close to my chest.
With the help of the students,
And the faculty too.
I went from being an animal my whole life,
To being part of the zoo.
My age sets me apart,
27 is pretty old.
I honestly thought I wouldn’t make friends,
But year one had me sold.
I’ve had fun all across the campus,
Parties and games.
Not once did I get called out,
They treated me the same.
They come for the jokes,
They come for the guidance.
They come for the advice,
They come for the violence.
From all around the world,
This melting pot has shown.
This is becoming less of a school,
And honestly? More of a home.
Stay lit Vassar,
And express your interests.
I don’t actually care about them,
But at least they exist.
Keep your spark alive,
And be SORT OF like me.
Be who you are regardless of where,
And Hey, I’m D.