My life is going so fast,
And my pace is going so slow.
School is suppose to be my educator,
But little do they know.
They crowd my sense of identity,
And take away my-self.
They ask me to be a part of class,
But are offended by any help.
They ask me to share my experiences
And let us all grow from them,
But what they really want
Is a chance to make “nothing” of them.
Everyone in college is so sure they know it all,
As if they came to teach.
But it’s only the instructors who know the material,
But only for what they preach.
It’s just so hard
To get them all on a level
That everyone can comprehend
Without having to be so clever.

4-16-1993
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: SJ