Freshmen Conversation Poem by anais vionet

My pose is gathered this Saturday morning because I made a pancake and bacon breakfast. We're listening to a Britney Spears song, off one of Leong's playlists. "I remember when I was about 8, " I say, "I was drawing and singing a Brittney song and I got to the line - "I make no apologies, I'm into phonography, "" and my mom sharply says, "Don't say that! " And I'm left trying to figure out what I said."

"People are harsh with her, but Britney is timeless, " Leong says.

"Everyone at Yale fancies themselves a music critic, " Lisa says. There are numerous vocal agreements. "I'm like, "Ok, Pop-off then queen, go complicated", but in my opinion, you need to have fun with music - that's the main purpose - just to have fun."

"That's like the difference between Cardi B and Niki (Minaj) . You can just stroll a Cardi B song, you don't have to interpret, " Anna adds, "but with Nicki I feel I have to listen to see the point."

Lisa, surfing on her iPad asks, "Did you guys see that Jojo Seawall wasn't invited to the kid's choice awards - because she came out as lesbian? "

Sophy says, "Nickelodeon's been trying to seem MORE accepting, working in more black artists."

"Yeah, but they're fake." Anna pronounces. Everyone nods agreement.

"He hasn't called all WEEK, " Sophy moans, holding her iPhone up to her ear like she expected to hear ticking, "I made a ghost of him, " she says, flopping the phone on the couch.

"Should I call the Po-po? " Anna asks, distracted as she searches the kitchen cupboard to be sure the pancakes were gluten free.

"I had a dream, " Lisa begins, "I was a child in a family I don't know. We were criminals. We stole a car and robbed a store. My dream mom ran the operation. And wouldn't let me watch TV until I emptied the loot out of the car. Then the police arrived, we saw the flashing red and blue lights through closed venetian blinds, then there was a banging on the door, in the dream, that woke me up."

"That's way off track but It's fine, so fine, I see how it is." Sophy said, "I'm bleak and no one CARES."

"Is love something you find, or something you believe? " I ask no one in particular.

"That's a coffee-cup inscription." Anna pronounces.

"Aaggh, " Leong says, "An email from my professor - it's TLTR." We think it's a policy that professors at Yale have to send incredibly long emails - almost too long to read (TLTR) .

There're only three weeks left of our freshman year, so emails are flying and everyone's trying to nail things down for a smooth ending.