Academic AdviceA Poem by Emma W.I’m 45 minutes early To meet with my Honors advisor. The receptionist grimaces when I tell her this, As if I have Placed some heavy burden on her shoulders by Sitting in the waiting room And looking at pictures of Europe on the Internet. I want to say, “Honey, I am trying to figure out The rest of my life. I am not about to bend over backwards to figure out A more convenient place To kill thirty minutes. I just want to get where I’m going.” A more responsible looking student A freshman, Sits On the other side of the coffee table, Highlighting important passages in a textbook. I think about doing homework that is due Tuesday. But figuring out where to go to grad school seems more
important right now. 18 minutes left until my meeting. I fantasize that My advisor will hand me a folder that says EMMA WESSLUND’S FIVE YEAR PLAN On the cover. I will look through it, and see that I now no longer have to
worry about Class credits Study abroad Grad school Work It is all here In this big, fat binder that frees me up to start Planning for retirement. 14 minutes left. I debate between The cleanliness and intelligence of Washington, D.C. The excitement and bustle of New York City. The comfort and familiarity of Louisville. My advisor is running behind. A student came in with an emergency at one, Pushing her 1 o’clock appointment back to 1:49. “I HAVE AN EMERGENCY!” I want to shout. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT CLASSES I AM GOING TO TAKE IN GRAD SCHOOL!” But I don’t get an emergency session. I instead have to sit in my room, Wondering if it’s okay to bother my parents Once again About whether I should be an actor or a marketer, Whether I should do yoga now or before bed, Whether it is okay that I am having a bagel, bacon, and
pizza in the same day. I didn’t plan for any of this. I just blinked, And found myself Sitting In the Honors advising office, Daydreaming about a binder that I will have to put together
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StatsAuthorEmma W.AboutJust your average college student with anxiety issues, seeking solace in words. I have a passion for communication, and writing is just one of the many ways I do that. more..Writing
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