It doesn't feel like it,

It's freezing, and I have to wear a sweater to class.

The howling cold breeze hits my face,

and there's no sun in sight.

I trudge through the wind to the doors of the building,

grasping the handle, I fight off the wind

and pull the door open,

almost falling onto the floor of the entrance.

I finally walk up to the room and plop down in my seat,

the grumbling noises are louder than when my stomach grumbles.

The wind howls through the tree branches,

And the sky is darker than the ink that's on the paper my professor hands me/

Sighing, I look at the first question.

Ah, yes.. I should have studied that.

Skipping over that question I look at the next one,

we learned this? When, if ever?

Moving on from that question,

Finally something I learned...

That pattern continues until the time is up.

Tests are collected.

The pencils are put away.

The tears are wiped.

No more projects,

no more tests,

no more 5 page papers to turn in,

everything is put to rest

for the spring.

And we might see each other

Or we might not.

But, for now we're done with this class,

Even though it doesn't completely feel like it.

My professor wishes us the best of luck and to have a great summer

Huh, summer but it doesn't feel like it