In Which I Cram…

Dear Squirrel and Readers –

Well its the night before my last final, and I’m having a harder and harder time focusing. I’ve been bit by the good old procrastination bug. So in the spirit of putting off more work, I’m gunna post a poem I found that reallys sums up how all college students in my position feel.

Its call The Night Before Finals:

Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.

Most were quite sleepy
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen their thinking.

In my own dorm room,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were all shot.

I stared at my notes
But my thoughts were all muddy
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn’t study.

“Some pizza might help,”
I thought with a shiver,
But each place that I called
Refused to deliver.

I’d nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.

When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Off
Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
He looked straight at me,
And started to bellow:

“What kind of student
Would make such a fuss
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?”

“On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year’s Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last Minute Crams!”

His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing
Outside in the night.

“Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to all a good test.”

And to all a good night – Hedgehog

Christmas Decor

Dear Readers,

It’s that time of the year again. Christmas music blares in stores, elevators, school, the drive to school, the drive home from school, the drive pretty much anywhere, in your dreams, in your nightmare, basically everywhere. Also, it’s time for Christmas decorating competitions to get WAY out of hand.

Our school has decided that school spirit sucks. May I remind you of our class destroying another schools bleachers. Basically, they are both ashamed of our lack of emotions. Surprisingly most teenagers, like sociopaths, have a lack of human emotions. Nevertheless, since football season is over the administration believes the best way to boost school spirit is to have all of the home room classes decorate their doors in the theme of Christmas songs. (Annoying several Jewish students.)

My class decided on “Little Drummer Boy”.  Personally my vote was for “Heat Meiser”, but apparently no one else remembers that horribly awesome  claymation Rudolph movie from my childhood.

 

Who could forget this? This is my childhood.

Oh, Childhood. Why did you leave me and force me into the cruel world of semi-adulthood? Why was I to naive to recognize that unlimited free time and movies was way better than jobs and school?  Oh, well. I kinda forgot what I was writing about originally… Allow me to collect my thoughts.  I remember now. Okay so we are putting up the decoration right? I may have gotten into a slight fight over placement of christmas lights. I may be a slight control freak. I may also be a slight design freak. Did I mention I was a tad bit competitive? All this amounted to an all or nothing door decoration. To which my fellow classmates did not understand my competitive spirit. Though, I did warn them that if we took part in this door contest we were going to win it or all hell would break loose in the process.Regards,

Squirrel