An End of the Semester Poem

Okay, I don't write poetry. Ever. But, as the semester is finally over, I have my graduation paper work all turned in, and my brains and legs feel like jelly, I had to give over to my creative inner child. (Yes, my finals made my legs feel like jelly. My second final today included a straight hour, on my feet singing.) I am so glad I only have a semester left to deal with all of this madness, in honor of this step forward, here is my whimsical poem.

Finals are over, the homework is done!

I wish I could say it had all been great fun,

But, if I'm honest, that just isn't so.

Here are some things about school you should know:

Class always starts early

The bus is always late.

When e'er you e-mail professors

Forever you must wait.

Their responses are brief

 And never quite meet

The basic expectations

Of a students quandary.

You spend all of your money

On a textbook you despise

Then miserably sell it back

At a quarter of the price.

You jump through hoop

And loop-de-loop

Your brains they scoop

You feel like poop.

They rob you of your will to live

Then make you pay the bill

Go ahead schmoes, go back to school

I swear I never will!

Finding my Place

I always felt kind of short changed because I didn't grow up in the 1980's. All my siblings were there, it seemed like it was some kind of magical era of crazy that I just managed to miss out on. I felt lost, undefined as an individual. It wasn't until recent years that I discovered that my childhood experiences are shared by millions like me. We are the 90's Kids, and this is all the awesome stuff we had:

 We had some awesome cartoons. Doug, Recess, Hey! Arnold, Rug rats, The Animaniacs, and Johnny Bravo.  Most importantly, the best generations of Batman, Spider-man, and X-Men cartoons in the history of awesome.





I make no apologies for the music of the 1990's. Grunge happened, rap happened, boy bands happened, Britney Spears happened, the Spice Girls happened, and they were all awesome.

Squeal with girlish delight if you had a notebook that looked like this back in the 1-5 grade. Lisa Frank defined beauty for me for a good portion of my life.






Classic Skating. Yeah, I know, it was around before my time too. But the last generation to truly enjoy an in line skating rink was my generation. They became either abandoned, ghetto-fied, or dance-floored after 1999.

 oh our sweet, sweet styles. No sweat pants too bright, no windbreaker to...windbreaker-ish. No plaid shirt was too baggie, no plaid mini-skirt was too school girl. The world was our very fashionable oyster. I suppose that is why we wore the big flower hats?

I know Beanie Babies will never be worth money (as was promised us) but I would never sell mine anyway. I love their little plushy faces, and their cliche names, and their arbitrary birthdays too much to hand them over to someone else. I would, however, sell my skip-it in a heartbeat.

 Perhaps the greatest claim my generation can make is the claim on Will Smith's awesomeness. We watched him rise from being a Fresh Prince, to being an Alien slayer. I think this says it best:

          "Long before he was spending his days foisting his mediocre children on us, Will Smith was actually the perfect human specimen. He also undoubtedly holds some world record for saving the world the most times while simultaneously delivering flawless catchphrases and giving cool guy nods to the camera. The Men In Black rap song, at the time, was created and received by the public without the slightest trace of irony. Really. He was that good."


This Blog post was inspired by the following article. The above is a direct quotation from said article:
10 Things 90s Kids Will Have to Explain to Their Children