'Twas the night before finals, when all through the dorms

All the students were studying, it was the new norm;

The studying was done by the libraries with care,

In hopes that finals would never be there;

The students thinking of their nice snug beds;

While visions of Calculus danced in their heads;

And I had settled in the library listening to the pencils tap,

I was just wishing for a two minute nap,

When out in the library there was such a clatter,

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.

To my left I see a book fly like a flash,

To my right I see a bookcase come down with a crash.

The student was having a mental break down,

His face looked like he had just seen a scary clown,

I felt as if that point I was near,

All of a sudden an energy drink and Ramen appear,

With a light snack I was alive and quick,

I knew in that moment I could make the knowledge stick.

More and more the books came,

And I studied, and memorized, and called the classes by name:

"Now, Calculus! now, Entomology! Now English and Psychology!

On, Physics! On, Physiology! Now Supply Chain and Biology!

To the top of chair! to the top of the wall!

Now study away! study away! study away all!"

The pages I began to read seemed to fly by,

Even though I had tough problems I had to stop and try;

So to the bottom of the pages the pencils flew

With the notes over bugs, and the brain too—

And then, in my head, I heard a small voice

The debating of my brain to make a small choice.

As the clock seemed to tick, and was slowing down,

The need to get coffee was making me drown.

The starbucks was far, from the library to the basement,

And I was suddenly annoyed with its poor placement;

A bunch of cake pops and the cookies all stacked

Seemed to bring the motivation I lacked.

The coffee—how it smelled! The heat, how nice!

The warmth of the Starbucks, just what I needed to melt the ice!

I gained the motivation to do a quick Starbucks run,

And the coffee gave me the final boost of fun;

The cup of coffee I held to close to my teeth,

Engulfed by the studying, I wasn’t distracted by that wreath;

With newfound energy in my belly

It shook when I studied, like a bowl full of jelly.

I was focused and ready, like a lion in a fight,

And I laughed when I thought of the amount of sleep I would get tonight;

A blink of my eyes and a twist of my neck

I knew could finish this dangerous trek;

I spoke not a word, and went straight to my work,

And wrote flashcards; these notes are turning into a real jerk,

And laying my fingers to the side of my head,

And giving a nod, down the notes page I feel like I’m dead;

I drag through my work, wishing I was fast asleep,

And my work just kept seeming too deep.

But I heard myself say, as my paper drifted out of sight—

“Happy Finals to all, and to all a good night!”