Hamlet Parody
To sleep or not to sleep- that is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of school work
Or to take arms against the need for sleep
And by opposing, get straight A's. To die, to sleep-
No more-and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the indigestion
That school work causes- 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-
To sleep perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep what dreams may come
When we have fallen asleep over our notebooks,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of school,
The quizzes, homework,
The timed writings, the document based questions
The homework, and the all night studying,
That comes before a test.
Who would parents bear
To grunt and sweat under a weary teacher's toil,
But that the dread of something after high school;
The well known institution, to whose bourn
No traveler may return, boggles the mind,
And makes us work too hard
To get into the college of our choice.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
And thus the tanned skin of summer
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And people of great promise
Lose their mind
And go crazy.
To sleep or not to sleep- that is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of school work
Or to take arms against the need for sleep
And by opposing, get straight A's. To die, to sleep-
No more-and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the indigestion
That school work causes- 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-
To sleep perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep what dreams may come
When we have fallen asleep over our notebooks,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of school,
The quizzes, homework,
The timed writings, the document based questions
The homework, and the all night studying,
That comes before a test.
Who would parents bear
To grunt and sweat under a weary teacher's toil,
But that the dread of something after high school;
The well known institution, to whose bourn
No traveler may return, boggles the mind,
And makes us work too hard
To get into the college of our choice.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.
And thus the tanned skin of summer
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And people of great promise
Lose their mind
And go crazy.