Twas the night before finals, and all through the night, he was procrastinating; dreading daylight.

No writing had been done for he did not care, in hopes that somehow college would no longer be there.

When all of a sudden, a clock did chime. It was 5AM and he would never write his 30-page essay on time!

He opened his laptop and feverishly did write, why the heck hadn't he done this earlier? He had had all night!

In two hours his paper was finished and all hope of graduating had long since vanished.

He tiredly dressed and got to campus last, and with a tear in his eye, handed the stack over without daring to look at the class.

For two long weeks he did wait, for the dreaded news of his terrible fate.

' Summer classes aren't for me!' He thought. But the more he thought the worse it got.

The report finally arrived in the mail, and he didn't open it for fear he'd failed.

Two weeks later he built up the strength, and opened the envelope with an amount of time that could've been measured in length.

When he finally opened his eyes, he could not believe the sight; he had gotten an A+! ... 'WAKE UP! WHAT WERE YOU DOING ALL NIGHT?'

'I got an A+ on my paper!' he screamed. But all his roommate did was laugh. All he had thought was real, he had dreamed.

It was finals day with no essay written, and he was creamed.