A Poem for The Firsties

After a few days at ALA

You discover, in serious dismay

That breakfast really is the same every day

And that sitting on the grass really is okay

In fact, get used to it because you’re going to do it a lot.


Two weeks in and homework rolls in

Apparently ALA isn’t one big play pen

And you’re spending more time actually holding one

And eish your handwriting sucks now neh?

And all these strange expressions fly around everywhere sha


Around week three you feel great

Because you can remember some people’s names

And have stopped having to stretch out your heyyyyyyyyy

Because you can’t remember if it was IG or IJ

And you’re thinking maybe you aren’t losing it

Because now you know the difference between Imaobong and Eunice

Week three into four into five

Congrats for still being alive

You’ve been here a month but there’s way more

A lot of it will be great but there’ll be moments of horror

Where you’ll want to scream

But don’t do that because that’s not proactive

And EL is always watching you

So smile and make the most of a year of being called firsties

Don’t disappear in your work or be too thirsty

The second years will help you…well maybe.

Either way you’ll be aiight.

Cool? Cool.

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