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title: "Running Like Idiots"
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date: 2023-01-04T18:01:29Z
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description: "A poem about my experiences as an MIT student"
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type: "post"
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tags: ["mit", "life", "college", "fun"]
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---
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Running like idiots.
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Wasting time. There's nothing wrong with
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Having a bit of fun. I feel like I really should be
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Doing problem sets. Sometimes, maybe devote some time to
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Finally finding a research project. I can't spend all day
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At the Boston Science Museum with friends. They want me to try
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Sprinting back to our dorm. I told my parents I'm
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Studying hard. Instead, I'm here running at night
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With a heavy backpack. The point of college isn't just to
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Meet new people. I knew I shouldn't have gone with them to the museum
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Today. Oh well, it was a great opportunity to
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Procrastinate. Suddenly, as I run, my backpack strap snaps, an unlucky day
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As I'm soaked in sweat. Yeah, nice way to
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Waste time.
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Now read the lines in reverse order.
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A few weeks ago, I visited a contemporary art museum in Boston with the same friends, where we saw a poem with a completely different meaning when read forwards and backwards. I tried it out myself, writing a poem about a real incident that happened, where I broke my backpack strap while sprinting from the Boston Science Museum to my dorm. The backpack was fine in the end, since I tied the strap into a really cursed knot that somehow held together perfectly. Writing this kind of poem is definitely no trivial feat. It's a bit like the shoelace formula.
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