The Night Before Finals

The Night Before Finals

By Sherlock Holmes and John Watson

'Twas the night before finals and all through our home,

every child was studying in their rooms all alone.

They put up a tree as the weekend was ending, "We don't have a final!" (Well, here's to pretending.)

The children were nestled all snug on their beds,

as visions of failing grades tormented their heads.

And I with two textbooks, my sister with three,

were typing in numbers, "Hey, 80's a B!"

When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,

we leapt from our beds, reciting Conservation of Matter.

Away from the window, the dog chased the cat (Wyka).

(That's in-text citation. APA format).

The laptops were shining on papers below,

as they looked out the window longingly at the snow.

And what to my long-tired eyes did appear? "What is the pressure of three atmospheres?"

I emailed my teacher, hoping it wasn't too late,

then I made myself busy, awaiting my fate.

Oh, why did I slack on Assignment fifteen? To avoid lethal dosage of my dear friend, caffeine.

"It's seven o'clock," the computer screen said. "And your final's tomorrow." I couldn't shake off the dread.

One more time, through my flashcards again. I did need my sleep, I couldn't stay up 'till ten.

The semester is over, and the end is in sight. Happy finals to all, and to all a good night!

Special thanks to Sherlock for taking off precious study time to write this with me!

Good luck everyone!!

Fighting!