Freshman

Don't know why I'm posting this, but posting is a rarity lately... Freshman year... English free-writing... topic: Boxes...

How fitting a topic for this point in our lives
As we move out and back in after a nice little drive
This college experience is a brand new thing
While we wake up to new freedoms every morning
We arrived here just a little while ago
And drifted on in under the radar, low
Then came the class; Are we in over our heads?
This schedule is busy, "but do-able" they said
As the days pass by, and the boxes unpacked
We're all growing up, while remaining in tact
Testing out of classes here and there
Desperately freeing time everywhere
It feels to me like too much to do
There's just so much, and all so new
This college thing seems a little overbearing
Like being locked in a box, thrashing and tearing
But here goes...