If you tell folks you're a college student, folks are so impressed. You can be a student in anything and not have to know anything. Just say toxicology or marine biokinesis, and the person you're talking to will change the subject to himself. If this doesn't work, mention the neural synapses of embryonic pigeons.
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Today's students can put dope in their veins or hope in their brains. If they can conceive it and believe read more
Today's students can put dope in their veins or hope in their brains. If they can conceive it and believe it, they can achieve it. They must know it is not their aptitude but their attitude that will determine their altitude.
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and read more
From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou read more
Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.
Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something read more
Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something new.
A student never forgets an encouraging private word, when it is given with sincere respect and admiration.
A student never forgets an encouraging private word, when it is given with sincere respect and admiration.
Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
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Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
That lifts a pinch of mortal dust;
A few swift years, and who can show
Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?
Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look,
The fields his study, nature was his book.
Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look,
The fields his study, nature was his book.
The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort, is not fit to be
deemed a scholar.
The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort, is not fit to be
deemed a scholar.
