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*wince* Ah, damn. A kid took my movie class for English credit, and now I can't find all the short papers he wrote to get that credit. Well, he's consistently good, although he needs to learn a little about style and in-depth analysis -- I'll talk with him and the teachers and his counselor and see what we can work out.

I had a weird dream this morning that involved Sam and Dean and some distinctly WoT mythology-ish elements, but I don't remember much besides the jewelry. I should try to draw that before I forget, but I'm already unsure on some of the logistics. Bah.

So I seem to be forgetful today, but I feel pretty good nonetheless. How could I not? I'm GRADUATING TODAY. *bounces around*

A Shakespeare Geek Graduates

With apologies to Bill.

Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears!
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers,
the whining school-boys, with their satchels
And shining morning faces, creeping like snails
Unwillingly to school.
But doth not the appetite alter?
Now the wind sits in the corner of our sails,
And we are stayed for.
And these few precepts in our memories
See our characters. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
This above all: to thine ownself be true.
Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower.
A great while ago the world begun,
For time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,
And with his arm outstretched,
Welcome ever smiles.
But that’s all one, our play is done.
Our revels now are ended.
Yet do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
We are such stuff as dreams are made on.