Move Over, Mashed Potatoes (A Year in Busy College Schedules, a Euphemism to a "Full Plate")
I transferred colleges
That was fun
Except I stick out like a sore thumb
I came from an all girls school
With LGBT friends
And I can’t help it if I kind of picked up their trends
Everyone around me in my major
has been in it from the start
So getting in with a group is ripping into one
And possibly tearing them apart
I dine alone, which isn’t bad
It’d be better if the food was better
I suppose I might go sit with someone else
if I were a go-getter
My parents are convinced
That I live to ruin them
They think I’m too weird
And what I know will bore them
And they yell at me for stupid things
And it makes me scared to go home
Because I know my depression will flare up
And I’ll want to be alone
Which sucks because
At school, I’m alone
I love classes, though
Yeah. They’re great
Learning what makes Bach tick
And what music theorists hate
How to teach others to love
The music that I do
And how to make better friends
...I think I need to learn that lesson too
I work two jobs
Which is again, all right
But I’m drowning in fees and tuition
And it keeps me up all night
Which isn’t good, when I work six am shifts
But I guess it’ll do
Otherwise, I’m in deep shit
I guess you’d say
I have a lot on my plate
But there’s a lot of things
That I can now appreciate
Smelling like Mcdonald's fries instead of Sonic grease
Feeling better waking up and kind of feeling free
Enjoying time spent away from things that make me down
Feeling how hard it is to try and really frown
And the few friends I’ve made are great and good
And they make smile, like I should
And my family is okay, but they could use some work
But so could I, so I shouldn’t be a jerk
And school is great, for a Music Educator
I’m drowning in theory, but hey, what could be better?
My brain is full of composition
Of words to songs
I know where I’m going
And I know the path is long
My year has really been coffee stains and piles of shit
But I can make it work
And I can make it look good
And I won’t lose my grip
I will get through next year too
And it’s going to be hell
But, hey. What’s new?
New faces of course
Field experience for teaching
Time to get a hand out
To the students who are reaching
For someone to learn from
And I want to be that model
I want to have their ears
And their attention.
So I can tell them what I know
And teach them how to grow
And sure, that makes my plate more full,
But, hey! I’ll just move my mashed potatoes
Problem. Solved.