path:“20-29 (SELF LE Winters in New Hampshire have always been something
which irritates me. The promise of a white winter is always
shattered by the brownish-yellow sludge that sits everywhere
as well as how every step is a fight to not fall over.
I slip and slide home, on the sheet of ice that forms
the skating rink that sits on top of the side walk.
My mind is already back home,dreaming about the sleep
that I’ve earned after a long day at university.
The vast lecture hall has walls as colorless as the sheets of
paper full of equations that try to stamp their existance into
my brain, while I fight back tears from blotting the paper
adding more mess to the clutter that is my solution to the problem.
Caffeteria lunch food isn’t always the best, so I’ve
started making my own meals. However, being prepared
doesn’t help me when the microwave at school doesn’t work
and I’m forced to each cold french fries and ground beef.
Work study has always been a thing which perplexes me.
The strange balance of being payed to help students with
their assignments, while being able to sit there and wrestle
with the intracicies of my own assignments.
I’ve just remembered that I never bothered to read
what my professor wanted me to do for my studies.
Should I freeze in the moment of panic and do it all
at the last minute, or push on and try to make something?\
Red Bull was invented in the 1980s, and the humble
french press has been around since the 19^th^ century.
Deep down, I know my hopes of a good nights rest
have been shattered by my assignment deadlines.