‘Twas the night before finals
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This poem was originally written in 2013, but the Cougar Claw staff wants to dust it off and share it again as we prepare for final exams.
‘Twas the week before finals, and all through the town
not a student was partying, not a house made a sound.
The music was off and the Monster was drank,
in hopes that your mind won’t suddenly blank.
The guys and the chicks depart from their beds
while visions of passing danced around in their heads.
Crammed rooms and library dates,
regretting the days you slept in late.
The homework you ignored piled up to the ceiling,
our butts are saved by Wikipedia searching.
Time away for thanksgiving was a bittersweet tease.
Come back to find high school beating you onto your knees.
Facebook and Twitter prove a hefty temptation,
Earning your citizenship in the procrasti-NATION.
Increasingly worrisome for that borderline class,
Friday nights out made it impossible to pass.
All the moments we said “at least I have time”
well the time has come….did you do it? Neither did I.
Stressed and starved and really sorry
that we skipped our studies to eat Chipotle
And sit down to find that you forgot your study guide,
Your book, your pencil, and your scantron, oh, my!
Exams handed out, the questions complex
Pray that its over like a bad night of texts.
Winter break so close we can taste it.
Friends, parties, coming home late.
Eyes begin wandering while we’re cramped in our seats.
That one kid is dragged out for trying to cheat.
Smelly dude next to me, chill bro you’re fine!
Lord knows your grade will be better than mine.
Hand in the exam, relieved that it’s done.
It’s been a real good1st semester, but further from fun.
One down 6 to go, and all that relate
HAPPY FINALS TO ALL AND TO ALL PASSING GRADES!