Stude.Let

Act 1

Scene 1

Studelet: To take Survey 2 or not to take: That is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of the 4 outrageous credits?
Or to take arms against a sea of credits;
And by opposing pass them? To fair: to never pass a single credit;
No more; and with failing a semester, taking
The heart-ache and the thousand unpicked credits
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To fail, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream the last semester: ay, there's the rub;
For in that semester of the last, what courses may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal major,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long semesters;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of the professor,
The wrongs in the pamphlet, the nerd’s book worming,
The pangs of paying once again, the law of canceling the credit's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That merit students of the book-worms takes,
When she herself might her quietus make
With the bare bodkin of quitting? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary sun in the campus,
But that the dread of being forced to take the courses again to have a pithy certificate;
The summer semester, this undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No students returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those credits we should take, on time
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscious of having a certificate does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution and quitting
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn away,
And lose the name of the action of quitting the university.