My grades have fallen

It is too late to drop now

An ‘A’ for effort…?

There’s much to be said

About the dirty roommate

Please clean up your act

Should I do laundry?

Maybe it can wait two days.

I think it smells fine…

Hark, my last dollar

It has flown from my pocket

Sad, sad bank account

Coffee, I crave thee

One cup, two cups, three, a fourth

I now can see sounds…

My bag, an abyss

Loose papers and lost trinkets

Have I lost my keys?

More dining hall grub

Mashed potatoes? Maybe glue?

Sure do like cold pizza

The real world awaits

Must I graduate so soon?

Best years of my life