I am not unique in my love of Fridays.
I don’t have work on Fridays, no lectures (at least for this trimester), and have the freedom to blog and get things done. It’s an equally relaxing and productive day, and enjoyable because there are still two days of weekend to follow.
Am I boasting? Sorry. Accept this poem as apology. (Creative Fridays yeah boi!)
Keep going with the conversation
Don’t fall behind
Being thrown into the shallow end
Has never been this unkind.
They watch and watch
Will they ever let you go
Maybe the ones who have dived in before
Are the only ones to know.
The others turn their faces
And claim they didn’t see
But I know what you’re thinking
And it’s time to rescue me.