Under the Radar

Because I had to leave my freshman poetry class a few minutes early, I missed hearing about a last minute assignment—to write a stream of consciousness style poem.

I only got wind of my peril minutes before class started that next day. And so as I waited in the hall for the bell to ring, I spit a bunch of adjective-filled angst-appropriate verb-free phrases on some looseleaf paper.

It was not brilliant work---yet it fulfilled the assignment.

I would not lose points.

And since poetry is subjective by nature and I had managed to string enough colored yet cohesive linear thoughts together, the professor remained unaware of the work’s hurried nature.

My homework slid under the radar.

Which is what I am up to this morning. In the blink of an eye a week has passed, and I have not written down a single thought despite intending to.

And while this post might not be the most humorous or insightful, it manages to fulfill the mission.

Because sometimes it’s okay to show up to the party with a box of twinkies and a bottle of Coke; it may not be wine and a piece of cake, but it still may be appreciated none the less.