‘Twas the week before finals

And all across campus

All the Panthers were stirring

Full of school stress.

Dusty books start to open,

Pages violently turning.

Heads full of denial,

The heartburn a-burning.

Panthers fill seats

They have not touched in weeks.

“Can I look at your notes?

Come on, just a peek?!”

Keyboards begin typing,

Clicking such a clatter.

Hard drives go crashing.

“My God, what’s the matter!”

Panthers start pleading,

“Teach, please have a heart!”

Visions of F’s

Smelling worse than a fart.

Super-seniors start dreaming,

“Will this be my semester?”

Dreading the thought

Of remaining sequestered.

Vodka and OJ

Replaced by coffee and jolt.

Procrastinators plan up

A classroom revolt.

No lessons were learned

From semester ends past.

“Will professor have mercy

If I wear a neck cast?”

Atheists start a-praying,

“Please God, Allah, Jesus!

Rid me from all

Of these classroom diseases.”

Panthers ask Santa

To fill up their sock,

“An A, B, C will do fine,

But an F would suck –!”

To all of us moping

In semester end sadness,

I offer advice

To help relieve stress.

When next semester starts

Don’t do something wrong.

Pick up the books

And put down the bong.

Daniel Mustari

Junior, Journalism major