Iâ€™ve been going through boxes and files of paper recently, and came upon a collection of poems I had forgotten about. Most of them are truly awful, but only in the eyes of one who isnâ€™t drunk on youth and love. On one particular page several verses are scrawled out with no notice of where the lines of the paper are, but what is really telling is what I wrote and underlined on the top of the page:
YOU NEED TO STUDY CALCULUS!!!
Why donâ€™t we see the obvious when we are young?