This is where I play the role of punctuation prophet, pointing to the use
Of apostrophes for pluralization purposes
As a sign of imminent apocalypse.
This is where I draw cartoon faces on commas and semicolons
In order to breathe life into sentence boundary lessons.
This is where I seek substantiation and supporting evidence.
On opening the text and returning to it repeatedly.
This is college.
This is where I shouldn’t have to give pop quizzes
In order to get them to read.
But I do.
This is where the dudebro in the back of my class yawns
And asks, When is this shit due again?
This is where I work myself up
Into a nearly perfect state
Of post-midterm self-pity.
This is where a student stops me
I haven’t read a whole book
Since sixth grade
But I read that one you assigned us in just two days
Because it was
This is where everything
Is bright and right again.
This is where I live to teach another day.
This poem was inspired by the "This is Where" poetry contest sponsored by the Miami Herald. You can read more about it here. Since I don't live in Florida, I am not qualified to write a poem for their contest, but I was inspired by the "This is Where" idea.