Piles of Dirty Laundry

I never thought it.
Would I make it here this far?
After the dust settled!
But here I am a university grad. . .
and proud to believe it.
I never thought I would make it;
though I made it this far.
I began writing words of poetry into song.
It began:
in January.
I thought then,
like I did -
could I survive the final few courses.
Since then I have.
I have survived.
Landed in piles of dirty laundry.