To Read Or Not To Read: That Is The Question

To Read Or Not To Read

To read, or not to read: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous literature,

Or to take arms against a sea of follies,

And by abstaining pass them by? To not read: to sleep;

No more Shakespeare; and by sleep to say we sleep soundly

No more the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That Shakespeare is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To not read, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to wake: aye, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of peace what ignorance may come

When we have shuffled off the fragrant rest,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of such blissful sleep;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of teachers,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of ramen noodles, employment's delay,

The insolence of know-it-alls and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quiet make

With a puffy pillow? who would assignments bear,

To grunt and sweat under a student's life,

But that the dread of something after sleep,

The unrelenting scorn from whose assailment

No student survives, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills everlasting

Than drift to others we know too well of?

And thus do school grades make cowards of us all 

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