Freshman year began with a jolt to my brain,
I’m sorry, one class is for how long again?
Campus was like a wonderland to be explored,
though finding parking was something I abhorred.
Projects, assignments, exams – all felt like a storm,
gradually, however, they became my weekly norm.
Came sophomore year, no more was everything new;
a bit more confidence, a changed schedule, but the same milieu.
Decided to declare a major – in Computer Science;
to be employed, now it is my only reliance.
Also joined a club as my mind was a bit stressed,
hoping that it might veer me from a lonely quest.
Junior year has been the most hectic,
thoughts of a higher GPA are still electric.
Sending countless résumés was surely daunting,
but writing them felt shamelessly vaunting.
Just one more year, and it will all be finished,
may lessons that I learned here never to be diminished.
Senior year is currently in full rush,
filling my mind with yet another information gush.
But privileged I feel, receiving knowledge of this amount,
while keeping relationships that I have built, in account.
Whitman, Gleeson, Roosevelt, and Hale,
memories I shall cherish, of Farmingdale.