Ok, so I'm not really getting my doctorate but I'm graduating! YAY! Just with my associates but hey, you have to find some reason to rejoice when all you see in front of you is piles of papers, books, scantrons, pens, pencils, calling you to get your homework done. And what is the deal with all these finals? Do teachers really think that we actually get anything out of the midnight cramming, endless stressing, and all nighters? STOOOPID!!! In closing, I leave this poem:
Now I Lay Me Down to Study,
I pray the Lord I Won't go nutty.
If I should fail to learn this junk,
I pray the Lord I will not flunk.
But if i do don't pity me at all,
just lay my bones in the study hall.
Tell my prof that i did my best,
Then pile my books upon my chest.
Now I lay me down to rest,
and pray i'll pass tomorrow's test
and if I should die before I wake,
that's one less test i'll have to take
Just 2 more weeks just 2 more weeks just 2 more weeks just 2 more weeks just 2 more weeks just 2 more weeks just 2 more weeks just 2 more weeks.
