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O College!  my college!  our fearful trips ‘most done,

My life has weather’d sophomore year, the diploma I seek will be

    won,

The end is near, grad bells I hear, my mom will be exalting,

While all I learned and all you taught would stay with me in

    writing;

                                    But O mind!  mind!  mind!

                                        O the bleeding ink of black,

                                            Where on the sheet my thinking lies,

                                                Tumbled, thrown, and tossed.

O College!  my College!  you’ve taught me to write well;

You’ve taught−for you I give my thanks−for you my eyes have opened,

For you I now write and analyze well−for you my futures a little

    brighter,

For you I cheer, my student’s will, too, my mentor texts will hopefully be

    working;

                                    Here College!  dear College!

                                        (My blog has helped me, too!)

                                             It is my dream that my thinking will

                                                Be one day typed and read.

My college does not answer, the writings up to me,

My professor does not hold my hand, the decisions are mine as well,

My thoughts will never be anchor’d down, their time is never

     done,

From fearing school to joining in my students (I hope) will be won;

                                    Exult O my pen, and click O keyboard!

                                         But I with hopeful tread,

                                              Walk back to school to students needs,

                                                Their writing to be read.