Fresher Frustration - Poem by Tara Nugent
Rushing from bus to class,
Eyes pried open in apparent attention,
Hurried scrawls of two sets of notes...
Always one mate who hasn't turned up!
Next donning white coats for practical session,
Pavlov reaction dictates frustration sets in,
Identify this, identify that...
Never a clue as to what we are looking for!
Catch 22 is set in motion,
To know what you are looking for you must find what
you are looking for,
All the while being assured by the PhD's that we will someday know,
Yet we are still looking at each other with pleas in our eyes!
More tears in our eyes as we strive for seventy plus,
Clock is ticking louder and louder,
Just half an hour to go when a light goes on,
That weird squiggly shape is the bacteria we are seeking!
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