Exam projects: one knows what that means. Add a busy socio-political scene and personal issues, and recive one hectic month:
Another shift in life ended,
Work staved off for yet another night,
Five final projects, in the course of two weeks,
Little to no class time,
An elaborate video for Chinese,
A foreign manifesto on self,
With extensive oral grading,
Five final projects, in the course of two weeks,
Little to no class time,
An elaborate video for Chinese,
A foreign manifesto on self,
With extensive oral grading,
In-depth article/essays for English,
In the time of Julius Caesar,
In the time of Julius Caesar,
The Graded Report
On a semester of a man’s life
During the Cultural Revolution
For Asian studies,
On a semester of a man’s life
During the Cultural Revolution
For Asian studies,
The tangible founding of a brave new age,
Born into this world at last, in site
For Computer Graphics,
And the dive into the darkest philosophy on death,
Still intangible, for World religions
Sleep dragging me from my Work,
Like a mother to a stubborn child
I reluctant to cave in to the lures of rest,
As I’m spilled onto the Crimson Sheets,
The day’s events flashing before me
Like the timeline on Window’s movie maker
Deep thought hides itself till rest,
When I can contemplate the pains and joys of life,
And how such great pain manifests itself in its physical form;
Once the great weights of life
Slam themselves onto your shoulders,
Slowly poisoning you, from skin to bone,
Such agony gained from years of sorrow and backwardness,
From being observed like an outsider
In the vaulted halls of learning
When you have been since the beginning,
As you launch the last hope for great revival,
Then awaken you to forget
All that ever happens,
Born into this world at last, in site
For Computer Graphics,
And the dive into the darkest philosophy on death,
Still intangible, for World religions
Sleep dragging me from my Work,
Like a mother to a stubborn child
I reluctant to cave in to the lures of rest,
As I’m spilled onto the Crimson Sheets,
The day’s events flashing before me
Like the timeline on Window’s movie maker
Deep thought hides itself till rest,
When I can contemplate the pains and joys of life,
And how such great pain manifests itself in its physical form;
Once the great weights of life
Slam themselves onto your shoulders,
Slowly poisoning you, from skin to bone,
Such agony gained from years of sorrow and backwardness,
From being observed like an outsider
In the vaulted halls of learning
When you have been since the beginning,
As you launch the last hope for great revival,
Then awaken you to forget
All that ever happens,
To reset your mind
For the next laborious shift,
Thrust into awareness
For the next laborious shift,
Thrust into awareness
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