I don’t know why I decided to be a history/linguistics double major. I guess because it at least required fewer papers than English?
Here’s my tribute to the end of the semester, and college papers in general:
Whose words these are I think I know.
My semester is long over, though;
I hate to see me sitting here
To fill my screen up, row by row.
My sluggish laptop must think it queer
To write without a due date near
Black words to paper’s hunger slake
But desp’rate failure’s lurking here.
He gives his letter’s keys a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the creep
Of deadlines which now make me quake.
My dreams are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And papers to write before I sleep,
And papers to write before I sleep.