I know you hate that long white graduation dress
And the white shoes to match
But you’ll never have to wear skirts again if you don’t want to
No more long socks under your uniform
Because you never shaved your legs.
You are a great writer
Even though they censored you
For a short story about a whorehouse
You called it a bordello for goodness sakes!
A grim reminder that this school teaches liberal arts
But is not liberal.
Don’t worry about going to NYU
The only college that accepted you
You love New York and it will love you back
It may fight you along the way
But it will become your home
And you will never want to leave.
Don’t be scared of the big city
It’s why you dragged mom and dad
To Mac’s Smoke Shop in Palo Alto
To buy the Sunday New York Times
Because it showed you the world
You want to be a part of.
If I had it to do again-
Go to the dining hall at dinner time
Not at 4:30 pm to avoid the crowds
Just because you’re alone.
Don’t be so quick to go see your sister at Yale
When that nice guy David was probably going to ask you out
Because that never happened again.
And don’t leave your room in the bitter cold
Without drying your hair
Because it will freeze.