EMMA PHILBROOK: STUDENT LIFE

I t's 9:06 PM. Do you know where your literary inspiration is?

Yeah. Me neither. So here's some lousy poetry.

I stare and I ponder the

clock

Which smugly continues to mock

My pent-up frustration

And sheer indignation

At having obtained writer's block.

I'm shoddy at limericks, it's true

But reader, you'll have to make do

With such clunkified verse

On a columnist's curse.

(Unless you'd prefer a haiku?)

All right, then. Here goes:

First Knowledge Bowl meet

Tomorrow morning. I should

Prob'ly go to bed.

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ZZZ - oops, sorry. Where was I? Oh,

yeah. Poetry! Right!

A scholarship, howe...