The Physics Student's Prayer
I have a physics prof;
I shall not pass.
He maketh me to sit down in dull lectures;
He leadeth me through such hard problems.
He reduceth my marks:
He teacheth me of the path of particles that leave no wake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the quadratic equation,
I will find no root:
For nought are with me; neither faculty nor staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a demo before me in the presence of mine classmates:
Thou anointest my head with homework;
My calculator runneth over.
Surely electrons and protons shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the back of the lab forever.
