Dear College...

Oh, hello.

I guess I’ve got to meet you now.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got nothing against you as a person,

I just really don’t want to be friends.

Frankly, I don’t see the need. 

I could wait another six months to meet you and wouldn’t be any worse for the wear.

But I don’t think you’re really going to pay much attention to me.

You’re supposed to remember all these kids-millions of them.

How can you be friends with all of ‘em?

I suppose you bully some, you ignore a fair bit, and some you only care about

when you pass them in the halls.

But I’m one of those people that changes the people she is friends with-I take you on adventures, and so I don’t think you’re gonna be able to ignore me.
But sometimes I don’t think before I act or speak and so

being friends with me is going to hurt sometimes.

But I think being friends with me means you are going to know a bit more Broadway than before, see a bit more raw emotion, watch more of the ever-present girl-meets-boy, and learn more about
what makes us beautiful.

Because I already know what makes us human.

But beautiful? I don’t know.

Maybe your job is to help me figure it out.