ISAT in a Nutshell

 

To the Class of 2005

 

It sits in solitude on a hill.

Towering over the town.

Sandy stones compose its surface.

As I stare up at it with a frown

 

The biggest academic building

on the eastern coast, so they insist.

I say it’s the most screwed up with

three third floors, a builder’s awful twist.

 

I’ve heard it referred to as a chapel.

Though most would likely disagree.

Thousands of steps lead to its entrance.

One gets tired simply from the journey.

 

It’s worse when the sun leaves the sky.

As it glows an eerie shade of yellow

like an asylum, I enter reluctantly.

Not feeling the least bit mellow.

 

I won’t forget those late night group meetings.

Where we’d all get together in one of the labs

to try and solve some impenetrable problems.

It’ll take a long time to not see those scabs.

 

And though everyone always complains

About the stress and frequent aggravations

We always struggled through it together

Building memories for personal recollections.

 

Too often I’ve dreaded to see this building

But though I unwillingly want to admit

These four years have wholly changed my future

And I guess a part of me will miss it.