The College Arcana

Open to everything, committed to nothing, gloriously lost.

Every due date, rule, and grade weight laid out before you.

Quiet wisdom waits behind a door almost nobody opens.

Endless abundance: pizza, soft-serve, and cereal at midnight.

Immovable law, carved in stone: late work is not accepted.

The sacred reviews that decide which section you survive.

Strangers united in shared panic become true companions.

Sheer will drags you across a frozen quad to one lit window.

Quiet strength holds five names together by typing alone.

Alone in the lamplight, the whole hard truth finally clicks.

The great wheel spins a 41 percent into a glowing C.

The scales weigh one open tab against your whole transcript.

Hang upside down a while and call the view experience.

Let Organic Chemistry die so Communications may bloom.

Panic poured into competence, uploaded with a minute to spare.

A small signature today, an easy yes, nothing to fear.

One number drops from the sky and rewrites your whole plan.

After seven quiet rejections, one dawn says yes — you're in.

A shimmering beach floating above the desert of the term.

Understanding pours down warm and you remember why you came.

The trumpet sounds and everything you learned rises to answer.

The wreath closes, the cap flies, and you actually did it.