After having spent no less than 8 hours a day on campus since Saturday and NO LESS than twelve hours a day on campus since Monday, this is the response of a brain in desperation.
With no further ado, please forgive my Ode to Room 201, where I have spent most of those hours.
Ode to Room 201
O Room with glued-on faux antique wood door,
a throne for ev’ry king and ev’ry queen
as long as there are only two of each–no more,
lest like Twelve Angry Men you stage a scene
with seven angry grads who fight for sway
of velvet plush that squeaks a regal tune.
Your promised hidden panels soon exhaust,
O room of caffeine flowing night and day,
where books like sphinxes claim a costly boon,
and mind-spent students scream that all is lost.
Yes, Wake Forest, you have brought me to this.