School Countdown
#4
Posted 17 December 2003 - 06:03 AM
*Skipping yesterday.*
Today there was a test.
An easy test it was.
Long though, and annoying.
Twenty pages of notes works well?
Yet tomorrow, two more.
One about a war between a country.
Another on words.
Memorizing Shakespeare kills brain cells.
O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever livèd in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood. Over thy wounds now do I prophecy (which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips to beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) a curse shall light upon the limbs of men. Domestic fury and fierce civil strife shall cumber all the parts of Italy. Blood and destruction shall be so in use, and dreadful objects so familiar, that mothers shall but smile when they behold their infants quartered at the hand of war. All pity choked with custom of fell deeds, and Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell, shall in these confines with a monarch's voice cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, that this fould deed shall smell above the Earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.
I hate me.
Today there was a test.
An easy test it was.
Long though, and annoying.
Twenty pages of notes works well?
Yet tomorrow, two more.
One about a war between a country.
Another on words.
Memorizing Shakespeare kills brain cells.
O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever livèd in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood. Over thy wounds now do I prophecy (which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips to beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) a curse shall light upon the limbs of men. Domestic fury and fierce civil strife shall cumber all the parts of Italy. Blood and destruction shall be so in use, and dreadful objects so familiar, that mothers shall but smile when they behold their infants quartered at the hand of war. All pity choked with custom of fell deeds, and Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from hell, shall in these confines with a monarch's voice cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, that this fould deed shall smell above the Earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.
I hate me.
Those who will remember, will speak fondly of the warm morning breeze.
#6
Posted 17 December 2003 - 07:48 AM
Bah. It was only easy because he let us use as many notes as we want, and I've saved mine all year.
Last year's finals were easy. This year, the easiest questions are about equal to medium-difficulty ones on our normal tests... and this one's a lot bigger.
For me, a good night in bed is one when I sleep.
Last year's finals were easy. This year, the easiest questions are about equal to medium-difficulty ones on our normal tests... and this one's a lot bigger.
For me, a good night in bed is one when I sleep.
Those who will remember, will speak fondly of the warm morning breeze.