16 Dec 1998 
 
Well, I got up at 4:30 am to finish (a.k.a. start) a paper that is due 
today along with a presentation (I still have to do that).  I am mightily 
tired. 
 
So Stu is archiving his email between us, and found a poem he sent my 
first year here.  Let's say I concur. 
 
Actually, is a poem I wrote, but I don't remember it.  Go figure.  It's 
not the height of my doggerel, but it's not my depth either: 
 
>From: campbelm@querulous.cims.nyu.edu (Mary Campbell) 
>Subject: twas the meep before christmas 
 
twas the meep before christmas 
and all through new york 
not a creature was stirring, 
not even with a spork. 
 
the exam grades were hung 
on the office doors (with names?!) 
meep didn't give a shit 
and she hopes you feel the same. 
 
and now she is thinking 
of going back to her bed 
with dixie and daisy 
dancing on her head. 
 
wrapped up in her scarf 
and her old trusty hat 
she decided this was enough 
of this kind of crap. 
 
so guys, i am tired 
i am done with this place 
for the year, its all over 
ive finished the race. 
 
 
not the usual, good quality poem one expects from the meepster 
but i am weary 
and have had enough of this math life 
raleigh ho! 
 
mp 
 
ill be back to old manhattan at the end of january