Rusty told us to write a story that incorporated a leaky faucet and peanut butter crackers, so I wrote this poem. It’s a metaphor for how it can sometimes feel when you’re a student in the design department: You know you’re not doing what you’re supposed to do, but you’re confused on what TO do to make things better, and you just keep pushing through the stressful monotony anyway. Enjoy.
Takes me on a little trip.
Things stay the same constantly
Will this race I’m running ever stop?
I keep eating, and I’m not sure why.
Drips keep dropping
I keep walking. I keep talking.
Skipping meals to make time for eating,
Moving too fast!
Can I just pause it?!
I must keep on.
Like a leaky faucet.