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w 12.22.2001
*whew*
Back from skiing, and tomorrow I leave for Florida. Looks like I won't have any big angsty thing up today...Oh, wait, I can check my CS grade! Yay! (sort of)
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I am #30 in the class, with an A in CS 3. OK, yay!
Anyway, I'll be off now.
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posted by
Yours Truly at 12/22/2001 07:01:00 PM
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I present to you, a poem I wrote when I should have been studying for history:
i yearn for wednesday, mid-december
free from this fall semseter
cold toes wait imapiently
for home's warm bed and downy fleece
today is gone, monday passed
tuesday comes to light at last
fearful of that final hour
from noontime's glare i'll surely cower
scan the pages, play the game
grow weary of this old refrain
the lesson learned, the subject taught
ponder if it's all for naught
the hour grows late, my purpose unclear
from deep within i feel my fear
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posted by
Yours Truly at 12/18/2001 05:40:00 PM