A Poetic Take On Class

A mere three months ago, I declared myself a fairy

on our blog and assumed the space as a personal prairie

As I started to reveal the multiplicity of my true colors and self

I also discovered the cultures of others as if stacked on a shelf

Together, we undertook a variety of tasks

“What’s your favorite?” you might ask

I never thought placing an order might be so hard

Five pickles, fries, sauce, receipt- do not discard!

Faced with these instructions, all I could think about was Maslow’s human needs

How was I going to handle cashiers whose physiological needs were all they plead?

So, I forecasted my actions and made a contingency backup plan

I was sure that things would not go smoothly- Oh man!

Because I forced the cashier to make an non programmed decision

She had to deal with an order- something she had not envisioned

And oh, when the manager came, he gave the cashier such a look

It was clear he was a Theory X Manager who thought she was a crook

And when the manager took control because there was a “need for action”

I got my order without any sort of distraction

And as I walked out of McDonald’s with a smile on my face

I thought I would give that burger a taste

It was not the best of self management actions to do

And I won’t go into elaborating about how much it tasted like goo

But I will tell you,

My classmates, my crew

That it gives me satisfaction to know I was not alone in this quest

Which Professor Kurpis sent us on, let’s not forget

It was great to be a part of a team,

A decentralized communication network, it seems

So, I give my thanks as I take my leave

If you see me in the hallway, be not afraid to holler as many times need be