The Grind

We work ceaselessly
Searching for perfection endlessly

Stress piles up like the papers around us
Nerves fray like the straps on our backpacks

Expectations loom like jagged mountains
We are forced to climb them by the voices all around us

Relaxation is like a luscious oasis in a vast desert
We search for the oasis of relaxation in our spare time

We are told that perfection is at the top of the jagged mountains
We are told that with perfection comes the oasis

It seems as though the work will never stop
It seems like the search is truly never ending

But the search must end
At some point the work must be finished

For us the grind will never stop
We are the future of the world

We are the students

Noah Zovickian ’17

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