To journal, or not to journal: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The indignity and toil of outrageous due dates,
Or to fold arms against a sea of ridiculous expectations,
And by opposing end them? To get a B: to slip;
No more; and by a slipping to say we end
The jitteriness of maintaining the four-point-plus-plus
That Erin is slave to, 'tis a consummation
Disgruntledly to be ponder'd. To slack, to slip;
To slip: perchance to fall: ay, there's the rub;
For in that slip to less perfection what thin envelopes may come
When we would saunter along the Ivy path,
Must give us pause: there's the ambition
That makes calamity of so few tenths and hundredths;
For who could bear the whips and scorns of mediocrity,
The parents's gasps, the proud teacher's shock,
The pangs of absurd conscience, the transcripts's betrayal,
The insolence of sisters and the parodies
That those vile creatures of the situation make...