My Dream Job


Math flies in the air;

we live with it.

It complements us

as nothing else does.

There you are,

there you go.

And we are a whole.


A 4 year college career.

You put everything on the 

table, and you risk it all.

Electricity runs in my veins.

We regulate energy;

we make it, too.

This is the wonder of

my dream job,

Electric Engineering.


This is a dream that 

can be hard to accomplish,

but you know what?

We all can do it

no matter what.


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