Poem of the Week: the Epitome of Junior Year

an original poem

by Sophie Orlich

Tonights nightly events,

if the time permits,  

include a fraternity semi-formal, 

but instead of planning like normal, 

I've taken the laid-back route, 

that junior year salutes- 

When I woke up in my bed, 

I ran this checklist through my head:

Do I have a date?

No.

Do I have a wristband?

No.

Do I have a dress?

No. 

Do I know have shoes?

No. 

What about my hair?

No.

My make-up?

No.

Wine?

Yes.

And then I went back to bed.

XOXO