By the time this article is published, it will be finals week here at the college, so I thought I would write a small poem to share how I feel right now.
I never knew, before today,
that a single human being
could consume so much caffeine.
It's an unfortunate byproduct
of staying up late the night before
in order to finish that one important paper
due first thing in the morning.
My rough draft was written
in a hazy ramble of sleep deprivation,
full of intelligent content,
but worded like a drunken rant,
and peppered with cursing.
It was more entertaining to read, in my opinion,
than the actual paper ended up being.
My preferred state of being
is that moment right before you fall asleep,
when essays are forgotten,
and your bed is warm and comfortable,
and morning seems so far away
as to be a sort of fairy tale
you never asked to be a part of.
The important thing to remember,
in this time of anxiety and turmoil
and a whirlwind of deadlines and cumulative exams,
is to breathe.
To take time for yourself
without academic distraction.
By all means, study,
and bury your head in textbook for awhile.
But in order to survive,
you must remember
You can do this.
One more week to go.
Happy Finals Week. Good luck.