We Few, We Band of Brothers

For my AP kids taking their AP Composition exam tomorrow

(based on the Henry 5th St. Crispin's Day speech):

By Jove, I am not covetous for each a score of five,
Nor care I who doth feed upon your essays.
It yearns me not if disagreeable men your multiple choice score;
... Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
This day is call'd the AP testing day.
Those who outlive this day, and write safely home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse at the name of AP Comp.
Those who shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is AP test day.'
Then strip his sleeve and show his scars, on callous'd hand and laptop screen
And say 'These writing wounds I had on AP Comp day. Ear-ned Ethos!'
Old men forget; yet not all logos shall be forgot,
But we'll remember, with advantages,
What artistic feats we did compose that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in the mouth as household words- Deep River and Chester and Essex
Block 2 and Block 4 be in their freight train cups freshly rememb'red.
This story of pathos shall the good parents teach their children;
And AP Comp, AP Comp shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of AP Comp brothers;
For he to-day that writes his rhetorical analysis, argumentative and synthesis with
me shall be my wordsmith brother;
And all in Deep River now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their wordsmithhoods cheap whiles any other speaks
of those that fought with us upon AP Comp testing day.