And you open the door and you step inside. We're inside our brains. Braaaaaaaaiiiiins. Now imagine your sleep-dep as a white ball of Pitzer crack. That's right, your sleep-dep, the sleep-dep itself, is a white ball of Pitzer crack.
I don't think so.
This is your sleep-dep - Good to the last drop. It doesn't get any better than this. This is your sleep-dep - and it's increasing one minute at a time.
This isn't a seminar - because you aren't a senior yet. Where you are now, you can't even imagine what clinic will be like. Only after ITRing can we be resurrected. It's only after you've failed everything that you are free to do anything. Nothing is pass/fail - a C- is passing. Your GPA is falling apart.
This is your sleep-dep. (x4) It doesn't get any better than this. This is your sleep-dep. (x4) And it's increasing one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful straight-A student You are on the same decaying grading curve as everyone else. We are all part of the same academic advisory. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crackwhores of Mudd.
You are not your high-school GPA You are not the shower you didn't get You are not the flex on your meal card
You are not your throbbing headache You are not your twenty-four pack of mountain dew You are not the F+M cart you ride You are not your f***ing thesis!
You have to stay up You have to stay up. You have to realize that someday you may ITR. Until you know that, you are useless.
I say, let my homework never be complete. I say, may my profs never be content. I say, deliver me from lofted furniture. I say, deliver me from liberal arts. I say deliver me from a clear mind and perfect grades. I say, you have to stay up! I say evolve, and let the grade points fall where they may.
This is your sleep-dep (x4) Doesn't get any better than this. This is your sleep-dep (x4) And it's increasing one minute at a time.
You have to stay up. You have to stay up. (I want you to hit me as hard as you can) (x2) Welcome to East Dorm. If this is your first year, you have to suck it.