Ode to the Grève

Oh, grève, where would we be without you? In class, that’s where. I just had my third class canceled due to grève today…and who knows if I’ll have my mime class this evening. I sure don’t, because all the secretaries are closed…due to grève. The grève, among other current events, is what's making me feel like this:




Inspired by my general mood right about now and my intense dislike of the lack of information presented to students, I give you, faithful readers, my Ode to the Grève. Now, it’s not a real ode—I couldn’t remember how to do an ode, though I know I learned in sophomore year creative writing with Mr. Lee. But nevertheless, it describes my feelings on the grève.


If you are an étudiant
À université
Grève equals an ever-constant
Reminder of stupidité.

If you are Ali, your classes
Are all about the grève.
How it affects the masses
From profs to les elèves.

Or how about Renée
Who’s classes, cut in half,
Function kind of like a snow day
Due to grèv-ing staff.

Or Eugene, from sciences po
(In English, poly-sci.)
They’re always analyzing, so
He love grève long time.

But we go and we hope
That we indeed do have a class.
And when we discover nope
It’s a huge pain in the ass.

The least they could do, je crois
Is please put up a sign.
But since they don’t, il y a
A gigantic waste of time.