PSALM OF THE TWENTY-THIRD YEAR

Dr. ( ) is my professor I shall not pass. He maketh me to exhibit mine ignorance before the whole class. He telleth me more than I can write. He lowreth mine grades. Yea, though I walk through the corridors of knowledge, I do not learn. He tryeth to teach me. He writeth equations before me in hopes that I will understand them. He bombardeth my head with integrations. My calculator freezeth up. Surely enthalpies and entropies shall follow me all the days of my life And I shall dwell in the School of Engineering forever.