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Continuing my fine tradition of making famous, intelligent people roll in their graves (ah, Tolkien, good times, good times) I would like to dedicate T.S. Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men" to the end of this Finals Week.
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
I have survived my finals, and have managed to crawl away from the burning wreckage alive. (GO ME!) In celebration, and to add some much needed pep to my step as I head up to Penn Station for the journey home, I dedicate to all those who have escaped the horrors of finals with me;
8) The Nutcracker Suite by The Brain Setzer Orchestra
Now to throw out the perishables in the frig, take out the garbage, toss books and clothes in the old suitcase, and catch that 2:52.
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
I have survived my finals, and have managed to crawl away from the burning wreckage alive. (GO ME!) In celebration, and to add some much needed pep to my step as I head up to Penn Station for the journey home, I dedicate to all those who have escaped the horrors of finals with me;
8) The Nutcracker Suite by The Brain Setzer Orchestra
Now to throw out the perishables in the frig, take out the garbage, toss books and clothes in the old suitcase, and catch that 2:52.
