I wake up five minutes before class,
no need to look nice,
no one turns on their camera anyway,
which is fine,
because I went to college
to have the same exact life from high school.
same exact friends
same exact interests
same exact responsibilities
same. exact. routine.
I went to club meetings
but I guess the lack of motivation is widespread
because there were about four people coming.
we did text each other —
but it’s okay because
I can raise my hand,
virtually of course,
to have a three second interaction with my professor,
who if he saw my face,
would never in a million years recognize me.
so while the only change within myself is
the money i’m losing on full tuition,
I guess it’s not all that bad,
since I can put ucla ‘24 in my instagram bio.