<p>I just got this in an e-mail from my lovely University of Michigan Dance Marathon. It made my evening, and I hope it will make yours.</p>
<p>'Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last-minute knowledge.</p>
<p>Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.</p>
<p>Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen their thinking.</p>
<p>In my own room,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.</p>
<p>My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his book,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.</p>
<p>I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were shot.</p>
<p>I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were all muddy;
My eyes went a-blur,
And I just couldn’t study.</p>
<p>“Some pizza might help,”
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.</p>
<p>I’d nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades earned in school.</p>
<p>When all of a sudden
Our door opened wide
And Patron Saint Put-It-Off
Ambled inside.</p>
<p>His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
But summoning effort
He started to bellow:</p>
<p>"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss
To toss back at teachers
What they toss at us?</p>
<p>On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year’s Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last-Minute Crams!"</p>
<p>His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heared him laughing
Outside in the night:</p>
<p>“Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best…
Happy Finals to All,
And to All, a good test.”</p>