Poems of Meng Jiao
Escorting Wen Chu, Exam-Failer
Sunset on a muddy river --
Who can discern evening's gleams?
A fine mind, yet to choose its way,
Purely embracing much that is profound.
If you want to know his aspirations,
His mind is hidden, alone on cloudy peaks.
Say goodbye to Chang'an's nonsense.
They can't see the nobility they're standing next to.
Meng Jiao, Lord of Exam Failures. Proof that bad grades put you in good company. Ludwig Wittgenstein had awful grades. Karl Marx partied himself out of his first university. It took Meng Jiao ten years to pass two tests because he was too busy becoming one of the world's finest poets. Time well spent.