Friday, December 02, 2011
Swan Song XX--foul and pestilent vapors
"I am not completely finished with the paper that was due today, (I was planning on finishing it up last night)," he writes, "and I was wondering if there would be any way that I could get a extension until monday morning?"
To scream, or not to scream, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The insolence of listless, lying students,
And by opposing, flunk 'em, flunk 'em all.
Yeah. Amen. Preach it, bard.
But then, alas, there is
an inevitability that shapes our ends,
a wretched divinity that renders us all
[sob] midwestern Christians.
Thus, conscience doth make cowards of us all. Well, me at least.
I just sent the guy an e-mail. "Fine," I told him. "I hope things work out." He's a nice kid.
Woe is me. Fie upon it. Fie, fie!