We all know the original "Twelve Days Of Christmas" song. And to be honest, while it's a classic and I can't deny that it's catchy, it's probably my least favorite Christmas song out there. Like, what even is a partridge? Why are the hens French? Is one golden ring not enough, do you really need five? And what exactly are the lords leaping about?
So he is my reworked version of the song, hopefully, more relatable to the college kids out there who are just hanging on, struggling to make it through final's week and get to the holidays.
So here are the 12 days of a college student's Christmas:
On the first gave of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
A nervous breakdown every week.
On the second day of Christmas, this semester gave me to me...
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the third day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the fourth day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the fifth day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the sixth day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Six skipped classes,
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the seventh day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Seven late assignments,
Six skipped classes,
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the eighth day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Eight times I debated switching my major,
Seven late assignments,
Six skipped classes,
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the ninth day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Nine shots of tequila,
Eight times I debated switching my major,
Seven late assignments,
Six skipped classes,
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the tenth day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Ten extra pounds of fat on my body,
Nine shots of tequila,
Eight times I debated switching my major,
Seven late assignments,
Six skipped classes,
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Eleven annoying BlackBoard assignments,
Ten extra pounds of fat on my body,
Nine shots of tequila,
Eight times I debated switching my major,
Seven late assignments,
Six skipped classes,
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, this semester gave to me...
Twelve times a day when I wanted to drop out,
Eleven annoying BlackBoard assignments,
Ten extra pounds of fat on my body,
Nine shots of tequila,
Eight times I debated switching my major,
Seven late assignments,
Six skipped classes,
Five AM alarm settings,
Four crazy professors,
Three cups of coffee a day,
Two research papers,
and a nervous breakdown every week.
