MCTC

 

I'm going to be a baby at my new school

The average age is twenty-eight

And I'm barely nineteen

Though that's kind of a relief

I hope there won't be any bitter twenty-four year olds threatening to kill me

As long as I can avoid that it'll be better than my old school

So my standards should be easy to fulfill

I can only hope it'll treat me better than Columbia

Which, again, should be pretty easy

Even Saint Marks treated me better than Columbia

But I'm just back to my old habits of kvetching

MCTC is a godsend right now

And so no matter what, I adore it for merely existing

And I'm ready as ever to be fresh meat there

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