For STAT 231 W21 Students

Though we felt tortured ‘studying’ statistics,
Though we felt violated, cheated, ‘n wronged,
Though we felt like victims o’ pedantic ballistics,
Though we had our tests and spirits bombed,

And though I’ll say, “Fuck two thirty-one,”
I can’t help but hope for fortunes forbidden
Rejoicing, I wish some luck for everyone
As treasure is oft within misfortune hidden:

These bonds we formed under great pressure,
These friendships, fortunes none can sever
The silver in these linings, who can measure?
As now, even Umer shines brighter than ever

So if I’ve had to suffer to meet you, I’m sold
Cuz you’re a silver lining more precious than gold

Author: umersnotablog

Aspiring Writer, I am NOT a Blog (title stolen from GRRM)

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