So I came across this poem by Langston Hughes and it brought back so many campus memories. I just had to share it. It reminded me of a lecturer who we loved and hated in equal measure.OK, may be not in equal measure (the love part was a little less) but that is another story for another day. For now, enjoy the poem.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore.. And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over.. like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?