About four weeks in,
All hell breaks loose at Lehigh.
The first tests begin.
FML is home
Throughout this terrible time.
Sleeping is not real.
You’re always tired.
Coffee becomes your life source.
Plus maybe some tea.
You want to go out,
But you really need this grade.
But still, you go out.
That was a mistake.
Now you are just hungover
And still studying.
You’re constantly mad
When you just can’t get shit done.
You’re losing focus.
But you try again.
You just have to ace this test.
But you’re so tired.
You take a quick nap
Then get straight back to working.
This week never ends.
Tomorrow’s your test.
You’re tired but you’re ready.
You will kick its ass!
Well, you’ve done the test.
Honestly, it kicked your ass,
But at least you’re done.