I am the student who arrives at dawn's break,
When dew kisses the grass, and night's whispers fade.
My backpack's worn, my heart afire,
I chase the sun, and knowledge I acquire.

In lecture halls, I sit, a sponge so eager,
Drinking in words, like a thirsty traveler.
Professors' voices, a symphony of wisdom,
Guiding me through complexities of thought and reason.

I am...