The Industry needs qualified people

Hungover

on no hour's sleep
I'm here in class
to learn a trade.

I have caffeinated water to keep the

creeping chaotic unprofessionalism at bay

it wants to come out but

I will suppress it

and relax in

tense manic calm

a mighty plastic edifice

a can-do attitude.

In front of me

the instructor demonstrates

his awesome grasp of traffic control trivia

happy as a pig in shit.

Above me
is a skylight
a window to the heavens and their cast of
cheerful cottonball unsui

the ghosts of professionals who succeeded

in phasing out.

Light cumulous lumps

call ~

I answer.