It's hard to say goodbye...

The inevitable end has finally arrived

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The semester is finally coming to an end.

Got you going there for a minute, didn't I? :P So yeah, I only have about 2 more weeks before the end of the semester but I've somehow managed to finish syllabus for one of my classes. Thank God! So now I just have to concentrate on 20th ce lit and after that I'm freeeeee!! Yippeee!

But once classes are all done and over with, mixed together with the feelings of relief is always the feeling of melancholy. You just can't help but feel a little sad that you won't be seeing their faces anymore. Despite all the grief they inflicted on you (the constant late submissions, marks negotiations, absence etc.), students will always grow on you.

Thus to mark the ending of another class, and the parting of ways for another set of students, I dedicate this poem to all the 45 members of LE 4500: Section 4. I hope that the class was a great learning experience for all of you as it was for me.

Parting

by: Charlotte Bronte

THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:

There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.

We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.

When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.

Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We'll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death !

In the evening, when we're sitting
By the fire perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.

We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.

So there's no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill !

Good luck to you all in your final exams. And may your future be as bright as the evening sun.