Melting pot.
No, tornado.
Incoherent thought,
Fake, genuine, bravado.
The small comforts of home,
Herded like a cattle into chaos,
Well, when in Rome....
Wait, you're telling me I'M my own boss?
Overwhelmingly exciting,
My little city on a hill,
With nerves I desperately cling,
My new home, my very own McGill.
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