Somebody should invent an orange-flavored soda named "Kimbo Slice"

I started my summer class yesterday, and while four hours talking about "biography" isn't the most exciting thing in the world, it did make me realize I like being around the classroom and learning. With only 10 days left until I move back home and say bye to Muncie forever, and start an 'adult' job, I find it weird that I'm going to actually miss class, considering how irritating it gets. I guess when you get so used to a certain kind of stress, you get immune to it.

More poems coming soon.