File this under “something else I came across while cleaning up my house yesterday”. I was going through some old school materials and…um…filing them away for future use…by the sanitation department…found some notes I’d written. The class was “Supply Chain Management”. It was the last class I needed to graduate after almost 32 months of school. Suffice it to say, I was pretty much over school by this point.
The class itself probably wasn’t so bad but I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. My last class period was two or three weeks away. I didn’t want to be in class and I was filled to the brim with as much learning and knowledge as I could hold. In order to while away the three-and-a-half hour class period, I turned to composing a series of haiku. I share them with you for your enjoyment.
My class is boring.
I think it will never end.
Please gouge out my eyes.
This class is so dull.
I am not learning anything,
so I write haiku.
We are discussing
Economic Order Quantity.
What the hell is that?
The girl behind me
is from another country.
She no speak good English.
So f^cking boring.
This class is causing me pain.
I need a stiff drink.
Drinking much coffee,
I become one with nature.
My molecules fly.
An hour we’ve spent,
talking about some bull-shit.
I have to go pee.
Too much caffeine.
My component molecules
start to separate.
One hour, fifteen minutes
until my misery ends.
I can hardly wait.
Only one hour left.
I don’t think I can make it.
The clock is crawling.
Time passes slowly.
I pray for the end to come.
I suffer greatly.
Forty minutes more.
I can not believe this shit.
Are you kidding me?
Someone smells badly,
like two skunks copulating.
I hope it’s not me.
My breath is not good.
Too long since I brushed my teeth.
I could use some gum.
I am so hungry
I could eat a bowl of snot.
Okay, maybe not.
Half an hour remains.
A watched pot never boils
yet I watch anyway.
Twenty more minutes
have gone never to return.
I live with regrets.
I wonder if you
are as amused as I am
by my stupid poems?
As you can see, I made it through, but I do recall that particular class being a bit torturous. I think the haiku helped. Maybe if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, you can compose haiku to help you through it.