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Clouds rolled in, bringing forth rain,
The ocean roared — The tidal wave came.
“Sit in your chair!” I’m not prepared for this!

I thought this was easy, I thought this was bliss!
Pile on the homework, the teachers conspired,
And my programming teacher, that guy should be fired.
Money for next term, I don’t see in sight,
As financial aid people try to set me up right.
My future unknown, I try not to worry,
And the stress in my head, I push down and bury.
Shrinking class, why do I prevail?
Why do I succeed when others fail?
I am so glad that this term is done,
Why have I lost, when I know I have won?

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1. Devry – Term Four
2. Devry – Term Five
3. Devry – Term Eight
4. Devry – Term Six
5. Devry – Term Seven