The First Day
It was the first day of the semester.
I looked around for the 3 things I seek in any new class: A study partner My future wife And a third thing to include in my list Because comedy works best in threes.
With a familiar face Taking the place Of my study partner I continued my search.
She had brown eyes And a sticker from my favorite TV show on her Laptop, Ergo We were meant for each other.
We’d both be assigned to the same group project Become friends Then become more than friends We’d go on cute dates to places like The aquarium, Wherever that is.
I’d make mac n’ cheese for her Because my cooking ability Is limited to foods Where the recipe is on the back of the box.
She’d eventually meet my parents They would love her, Obviously, Because she can hold her own in a battle of quips.
We would go long distance after college Pursuing separate occupations In separate cities
Only for me to eventually abandon my career goals Move in with her And fulfill my life long dream of becoming a househusband.
Smiling at the thought of our life together, I looked at her Then looked at the syllabus. Emboldened at the top, it read:
All work is to be done individually.
-twales