Monday After Class

Starting the school year smoothly,

everything is in place. Monday marks

frustration, at least in my mind. Finding

out that I was taking the wrong class, I

did what I needed to do to make it right.

Going back and forth, from building to

building, signature after signature,

that Monday I thought I had it all

figured out, until—the class I switched

into interfered with my schedule.

Beginning to think my choice was regret,

we contemplated different options;

only one came to mind. I had to

make the decision on Monday to drop

the one during that time. Even though

it was a hassle, and at the moment

it is regretful, I will later be thankful.