we were only freshmen

(verve pipe)

i spent my freshman year of college in "podunc".

the mayor had been in an argument with the city council

long before i 1st entered the registrars' office at the school.

as i was signing up for class,

he wanted a park in the middle of a depressed inner city and

the legislators wanted an "enterprise zone".

i had been counseled " take as many courses in your major as quickly as possible"

the cores are easy- you can back-fill anytime.

i got 3 of 5 for my 1st semester.

one was something called "advertising 341"

7th class

professor enters and says "someone in this room-i am told by the registrar- isn't supposed to be here-see me after class"

i asked the girl in front of me

"what does he mean by that"

"some one in this class didn't take advertising 241"

"i haven't even taken 141" "they were all closed"

"you better see him after class"

i packed up slowly after class. (i wanted no witness)

"i believe i am the student of whom you spoke"

"you?" " i will speak to the dept. head. he can waive the prerequisites-you are not leaving this room"


Later, that year, i went and sat in that inner city park where every day at high noon

(instead of the towered clock in the center of the park chiming)

frank sinatra sings my way...

PS: written by?...

paul anka

PSS: mcdermott

mr mcdermott

(took a day for the synapses in my brain file to fire...

i don't know anyone getting younger