An Ode to Mid-Semester

by Prof. Sean Oros ’15

Deadlines creeping, Restless sleeping, College is a grim place of reaping. I start school with high morale As I return to parties, clubs, and my pals Not worried over work in class As I procrastinate, but still will pass And there are yet still weeks to wait Wait, how is it already at week eight?!

Deadlines creeping, Restless sleeping, I still have time before the weeping. So maybe I should get to work, But there’s still some time to shirk. The leaves are changing, slowly falling, And yet I find myself still stalling I’ve so got this, I’m just vibing, And at the end, I’ll still be thriving. So these assignments give me no scare, I still have so much time to spare.

Deadlines creeping, Restless sleeping, Now assignments sure are heaping. So maybe I waited a little late, But it’s okay, I’ll still tempt fate. I just found out a paper’s due, So tonight I’ll work and knock it through Oh wait, you mean there’s two to do? Oh. So, I’ll just drink a few Redbulls

Deadlines creeping, Restless sleeping, My morale is slowly seeping. So my grades are not the best, I think I might just give up rest. If only I had been told and knew That there is just so dang much to do, I can pound these assignments out Oh god, I can’t recall what it’s about… Why do profs demand so much work Like sadistic sons of… jerks?

Deadlines creeping, So little sleeping, Now begins frustrated weeping. So much test. So little rest. I just want sleep, My wits to keep. But I have class I hope I pass. Deadlines creeping. I dream of sleeping. My sanity I’m sure not keeping.