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And it came to pass.
Early in the morning, toward the last day of the semester.
There arose a great multitude, smiting the books and wailing,
And there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth,
For the day of judgement was at hand.
And they were afraid, for they had left undone
Those things which they ought to have done
And there was no help for it.
And there were many abiding in the dorms
Who had kept watch over their books by night,
But it availed them naught.
But there were some who rose peacefully,
For they had prepared themselves the way
And made straight the paths of knowledge.
And these were known
As wise burners of the midnight oil.
And to others, they were known as "curve raisers".
And the multitude arose
And ate a hearty breakfast.
And they came to the appointed place
And their hearts were heavy
And they had come to pass.
But some of them
Repented of their riotous living and bemoaned their fate,
But they had not a prayer.
And at the last hour there came amongst them
One known as the instructor, and they feared him.
He was of diabolical smile,
And he passed papers among them and went his way.
And may and varied
Were the answers given,
For some of his teachings had fallen among fertile minds.
Others had fallen among the fallows.
While others had fallen flat.
And some there were who wrote for one hour,
Others for two,
But some turned away sorrowful, and many of these
Offered a little bull in hopes of pacifying the instructor
And there were the ones who had not a pray.
And when there finished,
They gathered up their belongings
And they went their way quietly, each in his own direction,
And each vowing unto himself in this manner:
"I shall not pass this way again."