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The fun has just begun...

     Freshman year was unforgettable for almost every student of my college and I am no exception to it. Adding a little rhyme to the year I can never forget, here's 

Leaving behind your happy school days,
When you enter college feeling gruesome,
The sooner you realise this the better it is,
That, if school life was great, college life is AWESOME!

The day always starts with leaving for college in a hurry,
Your stomach's angry, it hates the hostel breakfast,
Yet you make your way to college somehow,
You don't know how long the stomach ache will last!!!

But once you enter college all sorrows are left aside,
Unless it's exam time, when horror replaces sorrow,
Still you feel happy about what's gonna happen today,
Yet you can't day dream all time, there's a long day to go!

No sooner have you stepped foot in the classroom,
Than you're loaded with assignments & completing journals,
You don't know if submitting them is possible or not,
But you have to, or you'll mess up your internals!

Attending lectures is so damn funny you know,
Relaxing on the last bench, nodding for no reason,
Even if you don't understand anything in class,
You can always write random 'stories', it's real fun!

The CP professor glares at you when you aren't attentive,
She isn't amused by the sketches you draw in her lecture,
But she doesn't know that drawing is the only thing,
That can save you from suffering under the CP torture!

Festivals, functions and performances,
Are almost an everyday affair to everyone,
But you can't enjoy them on some days,
When your completions are yet to be done!

Look to your left and you see building number 1,
Look to your right and you see the canteen crowded,
You're supposed to be attending lectures now,
But you find yourself going to "Nescafé" instead!

You see a group of students at the Auditorium,
While a huge one's sitting on the lawn somewhere,
You don't care if you fit in any group or not,
Because all your buddies are always there!

Everybody seems in such a haste around,
They're always up to something or the other,
You can never get nervous because of this,
Since your friends and you are still together!

But sometimes when your cronies are not around,
In troubled times, when you are all alone,
You realise that it's easy to say "I don't need help!",
But it's hard to survive when you're on your own!

However these times are usually very few,
Since you are always in your usual "herd",
And you can take on any person fearlessly,
Whoever calls you a dork, geek or a nerd!

It's always nice to work in the workshop,
To see your classmates working in blue aprons,
Filing, welding and cutting, looking too happy,
As if they'll get this chance only once!

It sometimes hurts when teachers forget your name,
They don't notice you even if you're around,
Yet this becomes a life-saver on some life-threatening days,
When you play mischief in class and you aren't found!

Staying away from home makes you homesick at times,
But just attending college makes you happy in a way,
When sweet stares from someone too special,
Leave a smile on your face for the entire day!

Such poems are usually written by nostalgic people,
When the garment of their college days has been spun,
But the best part is that our college life has just started,
So get ready and sit tight, the fun has just begun!

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