The Sixth of May, Year 2012

The Sixth of May, Year 2012

A Poem by Nicole
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I wrote this in my journal after a little over a year of not writing. Normally, I just write, but I wanted to try something else. This is me, recanting the major parts of my first year of college.

"
What a 
year
this year has 
been.
They say your
first year of
college
makes you grow 
up.
When I
think of that phrase
I picture a balloon 
floating
up.
Hang on, my cat wants out...
Anyway - 
I picture the balloon and
I picture
a plant
literally 
growing upwards.
This year
was 
interesting
I learned
a lot about
History
Math
Spanish
Liberal Studies
(Let's be
honest,
nothing about)
Economics
Psychology.
I learned
How to 
ride
a bus.
How to locate
f*****g classrooms out of
a thousand 
(if not more).
I learned that
Nothing 
good comes from
PROCRASTINATION.
False,
I knew all about that.
I chose
to ignore.
I learned that
the idea of
command strips leaving no
 D A M A G E
behind
is complete bullshit.
Sincerely, complete and utter bullshit!
I learned
more that I can remember
to write 
down.
I learned 
a lot about
me
and the person I would
like to become.
I figured out
a major. 



I think.

One, at least,
I can say I am 
 E X C I T E D
about.
I learned how
to get off
without my
roommate hearing
me.
(No Shame)
(No Regrets)
I learned about being 
 a friend.
(To contradictory statements, I didn't say I perfected anything.)
And I experienced let downs from
people who I thought
were
my friends.
When I wrote everything
off on the 
idea of college
friendships
I met two of
the most awesome 
people I have
ever
met.
And  I am so happy to consider
them
my
friends.
I strengthened 
friendships.
We found comfort 
in each others
confusion as to why we weren't
like
everyone else through
late night 
Skype.
After
years of saying we 
would do it
my oldest and 
dearest friend and
I
finally went into a sex toy store.
Where we laughed
and figured
out
What we wanted to buy to get
off.
I moved 
out
of my dorm 
and came 
"home"
Although, home doesn't 
feel so much
like home
these
days.
It will get better.
I got drunk
for 
the first time.
It was 
nothing to get
overly excited 
about.
I did it as
responsibly as 
one could while 
being underage.
I even told
my mom that I was 
going to do it.
She tried to 
hide her nervousness at
the idea. 
She wouldn't have
been able to
stop me.
I couldn't fall asleep
after I had
consumed 
6 shots
of some fancy
liquor my friend insisted
we drink.
That s**t
was 
expensive.
When I went
to go 
          s
         r
        i
      a
     t
    s
  p
u
I was so
dizzy.
It was hard getting
to the top.
But really,
in
life.
When is it
easy
getting up 
stairs?
When I moved back 
home,
I traded bed 
rooms with my
eldest, younger brother.
I like
the basement.
It's small, though.
It's a new
beginning
This year
could
fill this entire
journal.
But I think I'll
stop.
Here.

© 2012 Nicole


Author's Note

Nicole
I have no idea. Just something fun to do :)

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