Bohemian Lament

Exams draw near, and it brings out the worst in me.

In my defence, I get bored.


Is this a real pile? Is it just fall-acy?
Caught in a landslide
Of books sliding down on me
Open your eyes
Look up to the ceilings and see
I’m just a poor student
Pile of books taller than me,
Knowledge easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows,
The answers seem to blow with them
Away from me

Mama just killed a man
Just the turn of a page,
Now he’s confused and filled with rage

Mama, the lesson’d just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Mamaaa ooooooooooo
Didn’t mean to make you cry
But I won’t be done with this by tomorrow
Grind on, grind on
As if nothing really matters.

Too quick
Its time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Eyes shutting all the time

Goodbye everybody
I’ve got to go
Gotta leave the world behind and face the books

Mama, oooooo
I don’t wanna die
And sometimes wish I’d studied a bit before

I see a little silhouette of a book
Scandium, scandium, can you be less scandalous
Thunderbolts and lightning are just electrons flying at you
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Galileo didn’t see this coming,

I’m an unpaired electron, nobody loves me
Unpaired and Lost from his metal was he
Spare him his life of unfulfilled valency
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go!
Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go
Bismuth has an orbital put aside for me
For me
For mee!

So you think the plain ground state was made for I?
So you think I’ll just keep spinning here till I die?
Oh, gaining, velocity baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here

(Put down the book, and)
Nothing really matters
All the prep there can be
Nothing makes the difference
For me.

A Cringeworthy Story

A Royal Mess.

We had a bit of an exciting event today.

One class was putting on a show, and their performance included a guitars and piano, a cover of a song in between.

Good guys, they chose to look behind rather than ahead of them.

(My good luck, they weren’t playing any, say, Ed Sheeran stuff or anything, in the name of a guitar song!)

They were covering Bohemian Rhapsody. (Not all of it, of course.)

Now believe me when I say I feel lucky. A lot of people know Queen, and know this song pretty well, a nice change from my situation a couple of year ago.

So they begin singing along with the singer.

Behind me, in the audience, a bunch of hipster 11th graders sat.

Midway through the second verse, a girl behind me realises that, oh, if people are singing along, this must be a popular song. She nudges her friend.

“Which song?” she asks.

“This is… Uh… Umm….”
I’m already shouting out in my head, Bohemian Rhapsody, and somewhere looks like a good place to begin!
(The cringe begins here, too.)

“Uh, this song is…
<recollection> ah, yes, Bohemian Rhapsody,” says her friend.

But she’s not done yet.
“by…”, she continues.

“Umm…. Ah, Panic At The Disco.”

This is it, this is the whole point of this post, this  is a real Cringe, with a capital C.

But hey, I’m not that condescending, besides, I’m in verbal paralysis, I don’t think of telling them that they’re missing the better picture: it’s Queen’s song, not Panic at the Disco’s, that’s a cover! And the song goes on.



A verse later, the discussion furthers.

“This is the song from Suicide Squad, isn’t it?” the inquirer inquires.

“Yeah dude, and he’s playing it spot on.” Interlocutor replies.

I’m actually kind of excited, because if they haven’t heard the Queen version yet, they have something to look forward to in life.

Me, I can look forward to hearing the song again. And hoping they realise how wrong that was!


It’s incredible how people can screw up with such confidence.
(I should know, I’ve done the same, but in bio practicals.)

I’ll leave you with something to wonder in amazement at:

Who needs speed breakers when your roads can do the job?