No time to say hello, goodbye. I'm in a bind. I'm in a bind. I'm in a bind. In fact, the whole place has been looking and sounding like a VCR on fast- forward.
Today is the last day of the quarter.
I assure you that when I leave campus this afternoon the place will be sprawling with bent over professors, painfully heaving as they hold on to their knees for dear life, with professors struggling for breath as they lay prostrate out on the grass in total exhaustion, with professors slumping over their desk drained of all energy as their lungs cry out for air. I covered all the material. Then, with a great sense of dedication and accomplishment, their eyes roll, their heads sway erratically, and they faint dead away. Ah, but our cramming is so different. We can go to sleep comfortably thinking we have been academically honest because we have left nothing out.