'Twas The Week Before Finals

'Twas The Week Before Finals

“Happy Finals to all, may your answers are all right!”
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'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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You had him in high school, but I get him for the rest of my life.
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High school seems like the best time of your life when you are in it. You think that all of your friends will be with you until the end, and that you will end up with whoever you are dating your senior year. For very few, that might just be the case. For all others, that is far from true.

You thought that you would marry your boyfriend and you thought that everything would work out how you had always imagined. I don't blame you though. He's great. You wanted everything with him, but you were just not right for him.

I wish I could say that I am sorry it didn't work out for you, but I can't. I can't because he is mine now, and I get to cherish him forever. You didn't do that right, and you were not meant to be together. You will find someone too, but I am happy that you were not the one for him.

Sometimes I have issues with jealousy, and I hate that you got all of the high school stuff with him. You got to go to games and support him. It kills me that I couldn't be there for him because I know I would have actually been there wholeheartedly. I would have done it out of love, not as a popularity appearance.

I hate that you got to go to all of the school dances with him. He got to see you all dressed up and probably told you how great you looked. I'm sure you did look great. Prom dresses were always fun to pick out and so colorful. It was exciting to match colors with your date. I am sure you had fun choosing his matching tux to your dress.

I find myself getting jealous, but then I stop. I am getting to match his tux with our wedding colors. I got to go dress shopping in a sea of white, and he doesn't get to know one detail about that dress yet. He will get to see me walk down the aisle and then every day forever. I get to love him forever.

I try to not get jealous of all of the things you got with him because it is all in the past. You had your time, and now I get the wedding. You got to dress up in high school, but I get to dress up for my wedding with him. He may have put a corsage on your wrist, but he will be putting the wedding ring on my finger.

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Even When You Don't Have It In You

For the struggling college student at the start of a new semester.

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The above picture represents a stage in my life that I thought I would never get through. I had just finished final exams and was terrified of the outcome of my last semester as a Junior. I had experienced so many mental breakdowns and anxiety attacks from a series of events and low places that I found myself in throughout the semester, so much that my mom had to stay with me during final exams. I needed encouragement, and I needed it bad.

Kind of like right now, and I'm sure that some of you might find yourself in the same place.

While the start of a new semester looks shiny and promising, there is always that point when reality begins to settle in, and you realize that responsibilities are resurfacing just as fast as they left at the onset of Christmas break.

You show up to the first day of classes, all of your professors throw a syllabus at you, as well as your final exam date, and you begin to feel your forehead break out in sweat. We've all been there, and that is precisely the place that I found myself at while sitting in my first ever 8 AM of my college career.

Not only do we attend classes, but nightly meetings as well, all while attempting to retain a social life and keep up with our mental health.

It's A LOT. I know it. I've been there.

There have been days when I wanted to simply throw in the towel, and quit school altogether.

I have been at the point when I couldn't find even a sliver of motivation to get me through the meetings, the extra credit seminars, work, or even to church.

The feeling of defeat is nothing new to me, but what I have learned is something that will forever be a constant even though my motivation level is not always.

The Lord doesn't love you because you do everything right, or you attend every meeting and aren't a second late... The Lord loves you because of you are His, and that will never change.

See, regardless of our level of perfection in a certain class or at a meeting, he is always constant, always.

Regardless of our inability to give ourselves creditor to take time to breathe, his loves you fully, with no prerequisites.

That is what had gotten me through the majority of my sleepless night when a responsibility or test kept me awake at night with anxious thoughts.

Regardless of our performance, or how good we look to the people of this Earth, our worth is found in God, and we must not let performance or standards of society fog up our sight of that.

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