Where am I in this mess?

Papers everywhere. Books open, strewn about the floor and desk. To-do lists mushed together into a heaping, everlasting pile of responsibilities and obligations.

Mini naps followed up with peanut butter toast, washed down with a gallon of coffee and sugar.

Email box is overflowing with announcements, requests, demands, and correspondences.

Half-read, half-ruined newspapers mushed in the bottom of my backpack. Half-knowledge of current events graces my brain.

Dirty laundry, dirty dishes, smelly shoes, and sweaty sheets. But, hey, who's got time to tend to 'em?

Sleepy eyes, stubbed toes, and a speedy bicycle heading to class, a little late, as always.



Such is my life as a college student.



Somewhere, in this mess, is me. And someday, I'm gonna find her, scold her for being such a pig, and push her out into the real world where she can actually make something of herself.

Someday.