New Problems
First week of freshman year; the hallways were bright
before the bullies mapped their routes
and made it nearly impossible to get to
the good vending machines.
An occasional shove into a locker wasn't the worst
because the guys got it more often than me,
and I really had a lot of fun with my buddies.
Conversations about World of Warcraft
and Magic the Gathering
flooded empty spaces where my friends
never filled in their damn worksheets.