My future is inside an envelope,
It will be in my hands at 2:50.
My mind contains more dread than hope,
I wish I could relax and just be free.
I sit in spanish staring at the clock,
The only thought I have is “es malo.” *
I want to leave and live under a rock,
The beating of my heart is quite hollow.
My fingers tremble as I hold it ‘for me,
I feel my lunch slowly creep up my throat,
But there it is! The place I want to be.
It is funny now to read what I just wrote.
In retrospect, I had no need for fear,
I’m working up to my college career.
Jane Kuntzman ~ 808
* “es malo” translates to “it’s bad” in spanish
