Twas' the night before finals week, when all through the school

Not a student was stirring, not even a careless fool;

The grades were posted by the professors without care,

In hopes that the Dean would still give them a holiday pay share;

The undergrads were on Adderall and some coffee in hopes of passing their tests and presentations,

While visions of freedom and break made it hard to study along with the rest of the college nation;

And fellow peers in their sweatpants, with some tears on their white shirts,

If we get at least 2 hours of sleep, we can make it to our tests tomorrow, even if it hurts;

When in the library there arose such a clatter,

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

It was just another college student crying for having no cash,

Nothing new to me, it just adds onto the extra school whiplash.

Sitting back down, I return to my studying,

If I get a 207% on my final, I will pass the class, it leaves me wondering.

The day of the exam is here, I know I am not ready,

Now debating if I should tell the teacher to give me an F already.

Sitting down, anxious to receive my test,

I just keep thinking how disappointed my parents will be if I don't do my best.

An hour and a half goes by,

I walk out of the class and give a big sigh.

Onto the next one, praying Friday will hurry up,

Wow, I am realizing I really don't ever want to grow-up.

I should've listened to my parents when they said to put school first,

Because lately I think I have been focused on quenching my thirst.

I ended the semester with a couple of C's,

And you know what they say, those grades still get you the degree!

Go home, relax, and go to sleep early in the night,

It's finals week, and graduation is in sight!