Grad Schoo' Haiku

Forty-four minutes
past the starting hour - argh!
Two long hours left.

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I whittle away
hours looking at sweaters
classmates are wearing.

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My lovely black tights,
though oh so chic and slimming,
lead to overt itch.

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Visit library.
Pack bag for Thanksgiving trip.
A to-do list born.

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A master's degree
implies rigor and challenge,
or so I once thought.

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The haikus shall cease -
my counting fingers reveal
how I multi-task.