Bright Spots
 
A Memoir by Delmar Kaiser
 
Well Compsci, I guess we’re done.
There’s nothing I dreaded quite as much,
As trying to get those damn APTs to run.
 
2AM has become a most deadly hour.
Long, cold walks back to Lilly from Bell Tower
But if I didn’t submit these assignments in time,
My grade would be more despicable than a heinous crime.
 
Never has there been such an important skill,
For which I had to take so much Advil.
 
Shout out to my lab partners;
Shout out to my tutors;
And shout out to my TAs,
For at least faintly believing I could get an A.
 
Yet at the end of the day,
The power of coding may be enough,
For my decision to not take 201, to sway.
Until then, however,
Please, please, please, Compsci, stay away.