ISAT in a Nutshell
To the Class of
2005
It sits in solitude on a hill.
Towering over the town.
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.