[ Note: 1,2,3,4,5 are grads. RF is Fefferman. EX is an ex-grad. A,B,C are groups of students. For the record, 1 = Valjean, 2 = Marius, 3 = Cosette, 4 = Eponine, 5 = Les Thenardiers, EX = Enjolras, RF = Javert. ] 1: One more year, Until they take my funds away from me. This never-ending road to poverty. I'll look for jobs until the spring, In math I will not do a thing. 1: One more year. 2: I didn't do my math today. And when I do, it's mediocre. 1: One more year. 2,3: Next year I could be worlds away, I could be working as a broker. [Someone, speaking: "Broker? I didn't even..."] 4: One more year all on my own. 2,3: Newt could axe the NSF. 4: One more year with no one caring. 2,3: The department's nearly broke. 4: What a life I might have known. 2,3: Summer funding is a joke. 4: If I'd got an MBA... EX: You could make a lot of dough. 2: Do I pack up for the coast? EX: California needs accountants. 2: It's the place I'd love the most. EX: But you've got to let me know. 2: Should I stay or should I go? EX: Will you take your place with me? A: The time is now, your place is here! 1: One more year. RF: Next year I will be the chairman, Now that Bob's been kicked upstairs. I'll reorganize the first year, Not that anybody cares. 1: One more year. 5: Change is in the air, writing's on the wall. Life is never fair when you're in Eckhart hall. Hungry for a buck, gotta save a dime. First you're outa luck, and then you're out of time. B: We must say goodbye to Karen. C: No one else knows what to do. B: Every grad will be a wreck. C: Every grad will be a wreck. B: She's without an heir apparent. C: No one else can take her place. B,C: Do you see the students TeX? 2: My life is math, I'll stay with you! 1: One more year. [ Chaos erupts. ] 1: One more year. [ More chaos. ] 1: Next quarter seems so far away. 1,RF:Next quarter is the judgement day. All: Next year we will discover whether we are gonna stay right here. One more spring. One more fall. One more year!