To do or not to do? That is the homework…

Whether ’tis nobler in the calculus to suffer

The finding of the derivatives and concavities of outrageous equations

Or to find myself in the arms of dear Hypnos

And, by sleeping, lose 10%. To sleep, to fail–

No more– would mine eyes burn and my head throb

The mediocre grades and loss of motivation

That senior-itus is prone to. ‘Tis a calamity in every sense

Devoutly the calc to be completed. To sleep, to fail–

To sleep, perchance to rest– ay, there’s the rub,

For in that sleep of failure what rest may come

When we have shirked our homework and responsibility

Must give us pause. There’s the indolence

That makes the senior year of so long life

For who would bear the sloth and apathy of a senior,

The teacher’s fear, the A-student’s vice,

The pangs of despised schoolwork,

The demolition of future aspirations,

The prevalence of procrastination that follows beside,

When he himself might his quietus make

With an all-nighter? Who would their grades bear,

to grunt and sweat under a lost 4.0

But that dread of failing out of high school,

The greatest plight from whose bourn

No student returns, daunts the senior

And makes us rather complete the homework we have

Than evade and be overcome with that and more homework we know not of?

Thus sleep does make procrastinators of us all,

And thus the apprehension of failure

Is pondered o’er in the fatigued senior’s thoughts

And yet, the yearning of the senior for a night of rest is the temptress of idleness

Within the sea of chance, might the weather turn awry

And to a snow day, the senior lose the need of doing the homework. Soft you now,

The fair DCSD! Pray thee, watch the snow and, in thy orisons,

Be my ill driving skills and incomplete calculus remembered.