oh, the things one does because she ish bored!
~ish writing this during Psych Sem~ Instead of ranting about it, I wrote a poem. ^___^ Haha, I haven't written a poem since about this time last year. Oh, my wonderful Sonnet X__X
If you're thinking about becoming a Psych major,
You better get to class.
Run up four sets of stairs,
Be winded, you outta shape person.
Walk past the Cognition and Perception office,
Where the old lady secretary sits,
Chewing pink bubblegum.
Go through those white, narrow, small small halls that,
Makes you acknowledge exactly why
The Stanford Prison Experiment took place
In a Psychology Building.
Past a class with some lofty topic,
Such as "Gender, Class, and the Psychology of War"--
Or some equally interesting, intriguing subject
Had the professor not spoken in a monotone
That made everything sound like,
"Blah Blah."
And maybe a class on something like
"The Psychology on Body Language of Political speeches"
Where the professor bends towards the mirror-like window,
Like a Narcissus flower.
Finally you get to class,
Where your professor talks about
Creative Work and Social Action--
Action action--social work
Action action, no action
Creative...work?
Said to the nth degree until the point
The words lose any meaning it once had
So it all begins to sounds like
"Blah Blah"
Wonder why you are there, listening to
"Blah Blah"
Twiddle your thumbs and think you're
Better off becoming a--
Hippopotamus.
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
vinforspi) wrote,
bouncy
