Untitled poem for my father

I'm not going to claim to be a poet, or know the next thing there is to know about poetry. To be honest, I just had an idea, a feeling, an emotion and I ran with it. This is the result:

This is a poem for my father
whose advice I've ignored numerous
     times

Where to go...what to do...how to do it?

I had goals, but no way to achieve, visions but no plans, dreams but no passions.

Needs employment...

I am tired of sleepless nights, stress, constraints
Frustrated within the confines of the classroom.

Always improve...

Today in class we were working on utilizing different writing techniques and styles. This is commonly known as "modelling" and is good practice for helping a writer to find his/her voice.

The next few posts you see from me will be examples of modelling. My own little personal pieces that came out as a result of our work in class today.

Jack of all trades

Earlier this week I was hired as the roving editor of my campus's student newspaper, The Omega. First off, I feel extremely lucky to have been successful as I was in the running against an extremely versatile and talented group of applicants.

In my first week on the job, I was given three very different assignments: dodgeball, hip-hop music and food bank services.