“I shall not pass this way again…”


And it came to pass.

Early in the morning toward the last day this semester,

There arose a great multitude

smiling the books and wailing.

And there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth,

For the day of judgement was at

hand

And they were sore afraid, for they

had left undone

Those things which they ought to have done,

And they had done

Those things which they ought not

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 some there were who rose peacefully,

For they had prepared themselves

the way

And made straight 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 unto 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

among them

One known as the instructor; and

they feared exceedingly.

He was of diabolical smile,

And he passed papers among them

and went his way.

And many 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 fallne flat.

And some there were who wrote for

one hour,

Others for two,

Buts ome turned away sorrowful,

and many of these

Offered a little bull

In hopes of pacifying the instructor

And these were the ones who had

nor a prayer.

And when they finished,

They gathered up their belongings

And went their way quietly, each in

his own direction,

And each vowing unto himself

in this manner:

“I shall not pass this way again.”