Lyricists

Fall
the world is too big to never ask why
a sixteen-hour work week
almost block scheduling of classes
and yet
time is in abundance
suddenly being able to save time for studies
for doing next week's financial statements
remembering how to calculate the z-value
learning the difference between marketing and selling
and slightly tearing up during weekly film sessions
while still finding time to talk and play board games
to watch movies and TV shows
and to make homemade pizza from scratch
the strange paradox that
the busier I am, the more time I have
to enjoy the view from my room
of the yardage they're painting right now
to sing So here I stand fighting what I feel for you
Torn between what reason says and how I really feel
and think about the choice in anyone's words
wondering what this filter of mine is doing to my heart
Do you ever think about me? Do you ever call my name?
work is constant as ever
experiencing the concepts of BUAD 304:
task identity actually IS a motivator
from cleaning to copying to labels to DT forms
the occasional errand and carb Fridays
less nervous when the phone rings (though I'll avoid it if I can)
heart-to-hearts in the copy room
Fall would not be complete without
FOOTBALL
eight hours in the sun and the heat
the v-neck tan on my neck a testament to my second row seats
proximity to the excitement
heart pounding anxiety because we're down in the 4th quarter
cheering and jumping because Barkley, McKnight, and Johnson
come through in the end

Week 4
settled into a routine
still wanting to be more active in student groups on campus
yet for a moment
wondering if it'll be all worth it
of all the things I should do
and asking if they're things that I want to do