'Twas the night before finals week, and all through the streets, not a student was sleeping, not even the athletes.

Coffee pots were filled to the rim for caffeine aids, in hopes that they could save their grades.

The students filled the library to the brim, while they tried to cram for fast approaching finals on a whim.

My roommate and I knew this wasn't our scene, so we stayed at home where we could hide away from those we did not want to see.

My roommate in her sweatshirt, and I in my leggings, had just decided to ask for God's blessings.

When out of nowhere something clicked, I jumped up with joy and nearly flipped.

The material made sense, I wasn't going to fail! There was one more final and then I could bail.

Back to the Chicago suburbs where I call home, where I could eat and watch Christmas movies, all alone.

Seeing my family again would be great, and I just couldn't wait to see all my mates.

The clock strikes 3, just a few hours before dawn, and out of nowhere I let out a large yawn.

We had been up all night, studying so we could put up a fight.

I decided to put my head down for just a hot sec, and then awoke at 6 am thinking "What the heck?"

I still had two hours until my final commenced, so I went over everything to make sure it made sense.

I was ready to take on this final with everything I got, I knew my grade depended on this last shot.

I walk into my exam full of pride, not letting everyone know that I almost cried.

As I finally finish up my last final, I think about how this last semester is vital.

As my time here at college is coming to a close, I try to calm myself saying this is how life goes.

I pack up and leave campus with a smile on my face, knowing that I'm finally entering the last leg of this four year race.

As I drive down the highway, thinking about the Christmas Day buffet,

I say to myself, "Goodbye for now Marquette, the year is not quite done yet."