Dear School,

Alex Park, Managing Editor 

After Kobe Bryant, Dear Basketball

Dear School,

From the second

I looked at my syllabi

And marked every day in my calendar,

Game-winning shots

In the Greater Bars downtown,

I knew one thing was real:

I was in denial.

A mind so burnt I gave you my all –

From my lack of sleep

To my tank that’s on E.

As a near grad,

Almost done with you,

I see the end of the tunnel.

Or is it another tunnel?

So I’m running.

I’m running all up in my fridge

After every leftover for you

You asked for the homework

Oh shoot, we had homework?

Because there was always more.

I slept through the alarm and class

Not because I don’t like you

But because I like ME better.

I did everything for ME.

Because that’s what ME, I, am going to do.

When something makes you feel as

tired and sleepy as you’ve made me feel.

You gave a senior finals on the last day

And I’ll always be kind of annoyed at it.

But I can’t be annoyed for much longer.

I have zero dollars left to give.

My hands can take the typing

Dean’s List is what I’ll find (hopefully)

But Finals is always a grind

And that’s OK.

I’m ready to let you go.

I want you to go away

So I can savor every moment I have with my bed.

The late nights.

We have given each other.

All that we have.

And we both know, no matter what I do next.

I’ll be allowed to walk my hallways with no pants.

With little time left

Four assignments that’s overdue

Five finals around the corner

Pen in my hands

A…B…C…D…F…

Let’s see if I pass,

Student.