A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1964
At Hiram College. Junior year.
An English major now.
I’d found the place where I should be—
I knew it well—somehow.
I loaded up with classes—each
Required a lot of books.
And no more did I given them just
Swift superficial looks.
And I was writing papers like
A madman (never gripe!),
And I was grateful (high school class!)
That I had learned to type.
I still was not at all so sure
About what happened next—
To teaching? Or to grad school? Which
To do? Oh, I was vexed!
But I then figured (wrong again!)
That I had lots of time.
No use in planning—oh, not yet!
The time is not yet prime!
And so I reeled through junior year—
Both happy and deceived.
I thought I knew so very much—
Not knew but just believed.
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