If my GPA is not embarrassingly high this year, I shall be severely displeased with myself.

Mark. My. Words.

Hear me, ye world of harsh disillusionment:

I refuse to grow up. I refuse to bow to realities.

Knowledge will shadow me wherever I roam,

Ideas will adapt to service me,

Energy and ceaseless passion will run in my veins.

See me rise to challenges,

Watch me as I face difficulties in serenity,

Recognise my might as I level obstacles.

Feel my powers grow as each day pass.

For I am I, a stubborn man with a plan, a dream.

Standing on pillars of reason, logic, and thought,

Surrounded by wealth in tomes and friends.

I see my path before me, daunting. Changing.

And mine is the world and everything that’s in it.

For I am I.  Mark my words.