Years as an undergrad at Harvard taught
thee not to fear thee however a curse was bestowed on thee as I buried
thy head through the great wall of knowledge, speaking verbally and
rephrasing my sentences to suit professors of reasonable doubt. Then
came graduation, took off with a summa cum laude, spent the summer
analyzing numbers and playing chess in the South of France with old
folks that enhanced thee with more knowledge…Before I could get back to
the States I had a call from thy mother, she whispered through thy ears,
son Harvard wants you back but this time as a grad student and I’m like
“What the fuck”, I just got out of college, hasn’t even been 6 months
yet if you counting from May to August within the same year. Jet packed
my way through to another life line, grad school is what I’m speaking
and reality says I’m the youngest grad student walking around on campus
and I “ain’teven done yet. ….
TO BE CONTINUED… PART 2 COMING UP… Still metaphorically speaking?
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