The Coming of Age is here once again. The time has come to stand and live the life, fight the fight, and stale the rapidly scattering mind. My lord, the laundry bags are right next to me, waiting to be taken away and to the washer. After this, the clohes will be in the drier, after which they will hang in my closet--ready to get me through the next few weeks, as I toil in the depths of ultra-framed, prescribed, and intense academic discourse that will bury me in mile-high quick-sand doons of heavy, vast reading material. Tell me, lord, what i am to do--what will I become after this semester? What revelations have you in store for me?

Romeo:"I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail!..."

Lord, i ask that you please see to it that I remain safe in this journey that I am about to embark on.


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