Twas’ the night before the new Spring semester,
When all through the halls not a Netflix account buffering, or a coffee pot bubbling.
The streets weren't yet crowded, the bars were still bare, while the local folks had hopes that students would not soon be there.
The students were comfy all snug in their own beds, while visions of parties and friends danced in their heads;
and the puppy they love and the cat of their own had just settled in for one last night before being alone.
My parent's eyes filled with tears, along with my mom's persistent texts and overwhelming constant fear.
My little brother yet happy, he never would dare to get sappy.
When on my nightstand there arose such a clatter, and my eyes sprang open to see if it was my bladder.
My hand flew quickly to my phone on the pillow, slid to unlock to see if it was my fellow.
It was the beep of my Yik-Yak happening again, my feed was already making quite amends.
I turned back over, snuggled back in to my bed, not having the slight feeling of dread.
That morning I awoke, hopped out of bed with much glee, not knowing much of what awaited me.
I drove past the parking lots empty and at ease, my heart skipped a beat as it was more than just pleased.
I looked to my right, my roommate in sight. Our room the same as we left it, a mess I hate to admit.
My parents left me as they scolded me once more, they hugged me tight as they reminded me "please don't become a whore!"
The hustle and bustle began once more, the slamming of doors and the fire alarms with constant encores.
Many of us smiling, happy to be back, yet soon we would again stop in our tracks.
I slept until late on that Sunday afternoon, since my mom wasn't there to roll me out of bed at daybreak.
I ate last nights pizza for Breakfast, and I have to admit it was quite pleasant.
Overloading with the joys that come with being away, yet that aching feeling caught up much to my dismay.
That Monday came soon, with many hard hits of snooze.
The excitement soon dwindled, while the work began to kindle.
We prayed for good grades, as break started to fade.
The stress began with trying to find a mere parking spot, and the hiding of alcohol hoping and praying not to get caught.
I daydreamed wanting to be laying on the beach, yet I sat stuck in Commons eating one very sour peach.
The books I won't read piled high on my desk, my planner so full I thought of dropping out for burlesque.
The constant struggle of just trying to survive, as we desperately hoped Spring would soon arrive.
