I used to be a freshman,
Zero credits to my name,
Lost, confused, and overwhelmed,
Wandering in the hall.
Now I am a Senior,
I’ll graduate in spring,
No longer lost or overwhelmed,
Traveling in the hall.
But still confusion lingers,
As I wonder what I’ll do,
When I’m a college freshman
Wandering in the hall.
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