A Visit from St. Nikolaus (sort of)
Jan. 1st, 2007 09:57 pmFirst post of '07, and all through the site
Not a bit of it griping: she's had a good night.
The days have been filled with study and thought
And reviews from the classes professors have taught.
Hours of reading short stories and plays,
Some novels attempted, but mostly essays
That condense the plot of those books to 10 minutes
To complete that huge list with so many works in it.
It's not been all work; there has been some fun
But just in the evenings when work has been done
And sometimes a bit earlier, when friends would all gather
For a cup of good coffee and the most lively chatter.
Her email's unopened, her flist neglected
With hardly a new post from her detected
On either her Blogger account or on here.
It's been just a month - it seems like a year.
The time speeds on by (only three weeks to go!)
But a trickle of progress increased to a flow
That would rival a river, if only a small,
Instead of a creek bed, no current at all.
But the holiday's over, the family departed
And a new Resolution has suddenly started
Taking over my days with a healthy resolve
To be good at this "Lit'rature", to fin'lly evolve
'To the brilliant grad student I know I can be,
And take exams with ease, with spirit calm and free.
But for now I fill my days with books, notecards, and cram,
And praise the gods that I'm as sane and rational as I am.
(p.s. St. Nikolaus of Myra, the inspiration for our Santa Claus, is a patron saint of scholars.)
Not a bit of it griping: she's had a good night.
The days have been filled with study and thought
And reviews from the classes professors have taught.
Hours of reading short stories and plays,
Some novels attempted, but mostly essays
That condense the plot of those books to 10 minutes
To complete that huge list with so many works in it.
It's not been all work; there has been some fun
But just in the evenings when work has been done
And sometimes a bit earlier, when friends would all gather
For a cup of good coffee and the most lively chatter.
Her email's unopened, her flist neglected
With hardly a new post from her detected
On either her Blogger account or on here.
It's been just a month - it seems like a year.
The time speeds on by (only three weeks to go!)
But a trickle of progress increased to a flow
That would rival a river, if only a small,
Instead of a creek bed, no current at all.
But the holiday's over, the family departed
And a new Resolution has suddenly started
Taking over my days with a healthy resolve
To be good at this "Lit'rature", to fin'lly evolve
'To the brilliant grad student I know I can be,
And take exams with ease, with spirit calm and free.
But for now I fill my days with books, notecards, and cram,
And praise the gods that I'm as sane and rational as I am.
(p.s. St. Nikolaus of Myra, the inspiration for our Santa Claus, is a patron saint of scholars.)