Homework

I made my students write a poem of self, so I figured I should join with them. Here it is!

On Coming to Another Town

Why does the parking seem to go in circles?
Who actually shops at a Piggly Wiggly?
Where can I buy a REAL chocolate shake? (Or a hard roll or a good bagel or real pizza)
Wait, barbeque is a food group, not an event?
Faculty and Staff, school is closed. Oh, and it is cold outside. That is all.
What football team do I root for? Well, what teams are there to choose from?
Why is everything (and everyone and every dog and every porch chair and every sweatshirt) orange?
Who would drive around with a big red “A” on their car? Don’t they know that stands for adultery?
How many miles, hours, minutes did I move to get here?
Where do I spend my time?
Where am I from?

Because I do not know where I am going.
Everyone. Because groceries stores serve the same purpose, whether their name is funky or not.
You cannot. No, really, you can’t.
It’s both. One invites people to a barbeque to barbeque a pig so one can have a barbeque sandwich.
Faculty and Staff, school is closed. Oh, and it is cold outside. That is all.
Easy out. NAVY.
Orange is the new pink. Oh, and something about a football team.
Not everyone cares about Nathaniel Hawthorne. Some people care about big tides rolling.
899 miles. 13 hours. 19 minutes.
On the riverfront. At the Market. At a carnival. At a festival. At an art gallery. On the riverwalk. In the
Museum.
TENNESSEE.

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