'Twas The Week Before Finals

'Twas The Week Before Finals

“Happy Finals to all, may your answers are all right!”

'Twas the week before finals, and all across the Quad

Sleep-deprived students were praying to God;

The libraries were full with noses in books,

In hopes that this last test won't leave us too shook;

The professors were nestled all snug in their beds;

While the Dukes of JMU all studied instead;

And students got buzzed by coffee, hot and fresh,

To jumpstart their brains for a long night cram sesh,

Whether it be history, or English or the study of matter,

Students were silent, no noise and no chatter.

Away the pens went, they flew like a flash,

And buying more coffee with leftover cash.

The cries of the students who just don't get it,

Gave off a river of tears in this season of spirit,

“Why, this is supposed to be a time of joy," they all cried,

“But instead we're nervous and anxious and our brains are all fried,"

Some took study breaks to go and steal bricks,

Hoping that maybe, their notes will just click.

More rapid than eagles, doomsday drew near

And students would scream and shout and cry out in fear:

"Now, help me! now, save me! now get on with break!

On, coffee! on, Sparknotes! on, pills and headaches!

To the top of ISAT! to the top of Wilson Hall!

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

If only we can just get through this hell week,

We'll get to go home to relax and just sleep;

So up to the libraries the students they flew

To relearn the things that they used to knew—

For the students who never bothered to show up to class,

Are struggling and trying and kicking their ass.

As I trudged myself to another group study,

I look to the sky and yelled, “This is cruddy!"

But then something approached me all in fur, from his head to his foot,

It was a Quad cat! What luck! My hand on his head I did put;

They say if you pet a Quad cat during finals, you'll pass,

Perhaps this is a sign that I'll do okay in my class!

My eyes—how they're tired, welled up with fresh tears,

As I recalled my memories of this super fast year.

As the cat walked away, I looked at the sky,

“You'll pull through this," I said with a sigh;

My backpack is heavy with textbooks and notes,

The air is bone cold so we're bundled in coats;

As we head to the library for one more round

But not before stopping for a cookie at the Dog Pound.

Claim your spot fast before all the seats are taken,

And make a deal with the test gods that you won't be left shaken;

Running the chapters and notes through my head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

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

And when I started to drift off, I would wake back up with a jerk,

Even though we hope this exam would be nothing short of a breeze,

Just keep in mind that C's get degrees;

Walking to my last class to finally face my doom,

My professor is standing at the front of the room.

And he said as we all sat down, ready to put up our last fight—

“Happy Finals to all, may your answers all be right!"

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When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest girl in the world.


My brother and his wife recently blessed our family with the sweetest bundle of joy on planet earth. OK, I may be a little bias but I believe it to be completely true. I have never been baby crazy, but this sweet-cheeked angel is the only exception. I am at an age where I do not want children yet, but being able to love on my nephew like he is my own is so satisfying.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a very protective person.

From making sure the car seat is strapped in properly before every trip, to watching baby boy breathe while he sleeps, you'll never meet someone, besides mommy and daddy of course, who is more concerned with the safety of that little person than me.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

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When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

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When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

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Or if you even think of me at all.


I wonder if you'd be proud of me.

My first thought when I wake up in the morning is whether or not you still think of me. I think about if I am wearing the right outfit if I were to see you that day. I think about if I am saying the right thing for you to want to want me again.

Throughout my day, I think about whether or not you're happy. I wonder if the feeling in my heart of missing who I thought you were is making its way to you. Sometimes I think about what I did to make you hate me as much as you do.

Sometimes when things get really hard, I think about picking up the phone to call you. Time keeps passing from the last time I saw you and during that time I've painted a picture of you that would probably only disappoint me in the end. Your phone number still sits in my phone and I go to your contact, wanting to call, but knowing that at the other end is not the person I used to know.

I wonder if you watch me. I wonder if the posts I make, pictures I post, and articles I write are viewed by you and whether or not you care to even search my name. I wonder if you ask people about me or if you care to know the person I am today.

Without you, I have changed. It has been two years and though time will only continue moving on without you, I wonder what would have happened if I didn't make the choices I made to make you react in the way you have.

When the sun shines bright on the flowers blooming around campus, I think of your jokes and sarcastic wit. When the rain pours from the sky and keeps me imprisoned within the walls of a building, I think of ways I felt imprisoned by you. When clouds form shapes in the sky that I can make stories out of, I think of the way life could've been.

Sometimes I write to you. They are the letters I can never send because I have to remind myself that though we knew each other once, you do not know me anymore. The picture in my mind of who you are now is someone who'd love me with open arms, but I know that there's no truth in that. It's only my wishful thinking out to break my heart once more.

I wonder if you hear me when I try talking to you. I wonder if the words I tell God are making their way to you as you go on living the life we always talked about when times get tough. I wonder if you're talking to God about me.

As I watch the sunset, I think about the last moment I was with you. As that chapter ended, I was only wishfully thinking that walking away would save me from further pain. In the end, I don't know about how life would've been different had it not happened.

When my picture of you gets too bright and I share it with others, I am reminded of reality. The screaming, crying, pushing, shoving, and hitting touches my skin once more in the form of flashbacks that push me further down into the depths of a depression. I am reminded of the hundreds of suicidal thoughts and letters that I've written once before.

No matter what, my heart still yearns for a hug. A hug where I can bury myself into your body and feel safe. A hug where I forget every worry in my mind and focus solely on the love.

I wonder if you'd still love me if I changed myself to be the person you've always wanted me to be. I wonder if you'd forgive me for walking away, even if it was for me to change to be a better person. I wonder if you'll ever even read this.

Days like today, I want to go back in time. I sit on the benches around campus and look up at the sky, down at the cars passing by, and listen to life move on all around me as I remain stuck. I hear people talking, see them laughing, and wonder if there's any way I could one day feel as alive as they do.

The truth is that I was never enough for you. No matter how much I changed, kept notes of what you liked so I could be like that, or just kept my head down and moved silently, nothing was ever enough.

No matter what, though, I still yearn to be loved in the way that I picture you should've loved me. Closure does not exist. You were the ones who were supposed to hold me down. But now I am nothing to you...I was always nothing to you.

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