The cold cold working world
June 29, 2009
Exit small shallow coves of youth,
The wild waves of untamed sea await.
Adiue homely hills of the low land
My heart longs for you here in the north.
If internship were a window into the working word, what a bleak view it is to witness. Gone are the doting (if doddering) professors hopeless attached to their academic soap boxes. A long good bye, to your fellow students compatriots in skiving. Farewell to those long pregnant and lazy afternoons gazing across the botanical gardens.
O the passing of youth, so terrible a tragedy to befall us all.
