Freshmen Year
Walking into a hall much unknown,
New faces, new places, lots of bad food,
Classes with professors that left us mind blown,
But come thirsty Thursday and up went the mood.
Hanging out in the worst of all building C,
Studying for an American history test,
Praying that I can do much better than a D,
Because mom will know I didn’t give it my best.
Setting the foundation for the next three years,
Trying to find our way in a career,
A career that won’t leave us in debt and tears,
Hopefully what we chose won’t kick our rears.
Looking forward to becoming a sophomore
Our second year at Cal was anything but a bore.
Sophomore Year
Moving up the street to 646 Park,
A house full of five guys was always live,
And packed sometimes just like Noah’s Arc,
The house was a buzz like a beehive.
Quickly our reputation grew large,
Known as the strobe light house by girls,
None of us were ever in charge,
Mostly due to constant hurls and twirls.
All was fine good times were had,
Until one freezing cold January night,
No one could see things going bad,
But we discovered the Cal PDs might.
To tell the long painful story short,
Try your best not to end up in court.
Junior Year
I couldn’t wait to return to school,
Being home and under 21 was a tease,
All work and no play I was no fool,
But it was a lifestyle that did not please.
A third year of college brought me my own apartment,
It was just one of the changes in the year,
Another was a switch in my major department,
One that I had hoped to bring me cheer.
My favorite part of the year was turning twenty one,
And a good group of friends to be around,
Like every year at school I wasn’t ready to be done,
I was enjoying the new company I had found.
All good things come to an end however,
Junior year was a year to remember forever.
What Comes Next
May 18 2013 is graduation day,
A day that will be bittersweet for sure,
Rough times ahead I’ve heard them say,
A job fresh out of school will surely be the cure.
Unfortunately for me work is no sure thing,
Bills, loans, and uncertainty are on the plate,
Unlike rappers and athletes I will have no bling bling,
What I will have however is a nice clean slate.
A fresh beginning awaits me as I join the work force,
Looking for anything that doesn’t pay minimum wage,
Labor like that for a graduate is no recourse,
A job like that and I’ll feel as if I’m in a cage.
Whatever comes next I hope it’s sweet as honey,
God willing it will be if I make a lot of money.
Walking into a hall much unknown,
New faces, new places, lots of bad food,
Classes with professors that left us mind blown,
But come thirsty Thursday and up went the mood.
Hanging out in the worst of all building C,
Studying for an American history test,
Praying that I can do much better than a D,
Because mom will know I didn’t give it my best.
Setting the foundation for the next three years,
Trying to find our way in a career,
A career that won’t leave us in debt and tears,
Hopefully what we chose won’t kick our rears.
Looking forward to becoming a sophomore
Our second year at Cal was anything but a bore.
Sophomore Year
Moving up the street to 646 Park,
A house full of five guys was always live,
And packed sometimes just like Noah’s Arc,
The house was a buzz like a beehive.
Quickly our reputation grew large,
Known as the strobe light house by girls,
None of us were ever in charge,
Mostly due to constant hurls and twirls.
All was fine good times were had,
Until one freezing cold January night,
No one could see things going bad,
But we discovered the Cal PDs might.
To tell the long painful story short,
Try your best not to end up in court.
Junior Year
I couldn’t wait to return to school,
Being home and under 21 was a tease,
All work and no play I was no fool,
But it was a lifestyle that did not please.
A third year of college brought me my own apartment,
It was just one of the changes in the year,
Another was a switch in my major department,
One that I had hoped to bring me cheer.
My favorite part of the year was turning twenty one,
And a good group of friends to be around,
Like every year at school I wasn’t ready to be done,
I was enjoying the new company I had found.
All good things come to an end however,
Junior year was a year to remember forever.
What Comes Next
May 18 2013 is graduation day,
A day that will be bittersweet for sure,
Rough times ahead I’ve heard them say,
A job fresh out of school will surely be the cure.
Unfortunately for me work is no sure thing,
Bills, loans, and uncertainty are on the plate,
Unlike rappers and athletes I will have no bling bling,
What I will have however is a nice clean slate.
A fresh beginning awaits me as I join the work force,
Looking for anything that doesn’t pay minimum wage,
Labor like that for a graduate is no recourse,
A job like that and I’ll feel as if I’m in a cage.
Whatever comes next I hope it’s sweet as honey,
God willing it will be if I make a lot of money.
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