Slain: One Jabberwock

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

And then came the Jabberwock. One large angry exam, based on 75 pages of classical Greek and the entirety of Anthanasius' thought and context. Spewing fire and smelling foul, it launched itself at this young man.

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought



Dressed charmingly in sub fusc and ready for the monster, he sat poised in the examination room, full of lurking proctors and perspiring students.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

So, they said in serious tones: You may turn the paper over.

And there it was in all its fearsome foulness: the exam.

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

Pen scratching paper, scrawling for three hours. So few hours into which long days of learning are condensed. Making sentences make sense and all awhile against a ticking clock.

"And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.



The exam is done.

Dead.

Finished.

Its vileness disposed of.

Of course, there is a number that needs to be attained as the result of this exam. We don't find out till October whether this hoop has been succesfully passed through, but the important thing about this exam is that it is over.

One dead jabberwock. Well done that man!

Callay! Callay! Indeed. JMB