To Beer Or Not To Beer

To beer or not to beer; that is the question.

Whether ‘tis noble in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous anxiety, or to take a deep breath against an at sea feeling, and, by centering, end it.

To drink, to buzz - no more, and by a buzz to say we end the heartburn and the thousand unnatural shocks that testing is heir to - 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished!

To drink, to buzz. To buzz perchance to fuzz?

Ay, there's the rub, for in that buzz of drink, what errors may come when we are feeling loosey goosey must give us pause. There's a respect that makes calamity of 24 hour liquor stores,

For who would bear the pressure of time limits, the teachers wrong, the A students contumely, the pangs of indecision, the insolence of admin and the tuition fees that seem unmerited but the unworthy takes, when he could himself oblivious make with a shot of bourbon?

Who would these finals bear, to grunt and swear under a weary study schedule but that the dread of something after school, the unemployment line from whose bourn no prospect returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others we (hopefully) know not of.

Thus the economy doth make cowards of us all. And thus the native rosy hue of intoxication is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought and enterprises of being pissed and happy with this regard, their current wines runs dry, and lose their satisfaction.