a poem composed during a five minute break by me
Oh Finals,
I do dislike thee
Thou art an icky flea
Taking my precious time from me
I want thee to be done
So I can go play in the sun,
Which seems to have run
away.
These finals are making me feel so gray!
I will be done a week from Friday
And then I have four months to play(ish)
YAY!
I am now going to focus on my studdies
So I can pass my finals and hang out with my buddies
“Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.”
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