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(Written on the eve of the first quarter's demise.)
O last minute!
Thou hast come once more!
Heralded by angels
And students galore!
O last minute!
That makes all work sweet!
Watch all the students
Climb to their feet!
O last minute!
Their efforts are for thee!
They'll be up to midnight!
They'll type faithfully!
O last minute!
Motivate them, hooray!
O last minute!
Why don't you come each day?
I love it. Seriously. The week of finals last winter semester, I made a promise to myself to get 7 to 8 hours of sleep every night. That meant that I really had to apply myself during the day, every day. I did it all except for the last night, before my most difficult exam (when I also had to turn in my most difficult paper). I only got 6 hours of sleep that night (which is still INCREDIBLE for final's week). When I got to the final, I found out that just about every other student there had pulled an all-nighter. That was the one time in my life that I wasn't among the very-last-minute crowd.
ReplyDeleteAnd here I glanced at your poem and thought it was going to be about the Big O. (Either the tires or your son.) It's good anyway.
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ReplyDeleteCicada--I am rapt with admiration.
Mr Fob--Thank you for suggesting a followup if this whole O! thing beomes a habit.