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The fear I feel, Is more than real, A language oh so old. Whether tis nobler to do so, Or to know so, The actions. The workload. The stress. It's not just the midsummer nights dream, That I wish would lay to rest, But the process which I fear. An expectation oh so high, It feels like Everest to climb. The challenge academics face, Is not that great at all. But to me I see, The fear to be, what little time I have. To learn the lines, get dolled up to the nines Step out and say to ye, Is it for me? To be or not to be.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
Alas, Thy Nature.
The fear I feel, Is more than real, A language oh so old. Whether tis nobler to do so, Or to know so, The actions. The workload. The stress. It's not just the midsummer nights dream, That I wish would lay to rest, But the process which I fear. An expectation oh so high, It feels like Everest to climb. The challenge academics face, Is not that great at all. But to me I see, The fear to be, what little time I have. To learn the lines, get dolled up to the nines Step out and say to ye, Is it for me? To be or not to be.
adam-cummins
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
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