Psalm of the Twenty-Third Year

Dr. ( ) is my professor
I shall not pass.
He maketh me to exhibit mine ignorance before the whole class.
He telleth me more than I can write.
He lowreth mine grades.
Yea, though I walk through the corridors of knowledge, 
I do not learn.
He tryeth to teach me. 
He writeth equations before me in hopes that I will understand them. 
He bombardeth my head with integrations. 
My calculator freezeth up. 
Surely enthalpies and entropies shall follow me all the days of my life 
And I shall dwell in the School of Engineering forever.