Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Finals Week...











So I have to credit my pastor back at WSU for this one. I miss that guy; truly a man with a heart after God! :)


’TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE FINALS AT WSU

’Twas the night before finals at WSU,
This once quiet campus has become chaotic zoo,
There was moaning and groaning, all through the college,
Students were praying for last minute knowledge,
Most were exhausted and sleepy, yet none touched their beds,
As visions of essays danced in their heads.

Across campus no cheer squad, no pep band, no Butch to be found,
But darkness and coldness and snow did abound.
Whether Stephenson or Coman or Goldsworthy Hall,
Students, anxious and stressed, were cramming, in them all.
Their books were spread on their tables with care,
In hopes that skill and ability would suddenly be there.

I, in my room, had been franticly pacing,
Dreading those exams that I soon would be facing.
My roommate not speaking, her nose in her books,
And my comments to her 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 muddy,
My eyes went a blur, I just couldn't study.
“Some pizza might help,” I said with a shiver,
But each place I called refused to deliver.
I’d nearly concluded that life was too cruel,
With futures depending on grades made in school.

When all of a sudden, the door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put-It-Off ambled inside.
He wore a white toga, his manner was mellow,
His spirit was careless, he started to bellow:
“What kind of student would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers, what they first tossed at us?

On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit, and Last Minute Crams!
From the top of Bryan Tower , down Glenn Terrell Mall,
From Johnson to Wilson to Abelson Hall.
Those papers and projects, be they large or small,
Hand them in, toss them in, be done with them all.”

Having said what he said, he turned with a jerk,
For there was much to do, we both had our work.
His message delivered, he was gone from our sight,
Then we heard him exclaim outside in the night.
“Get after your studies and give it your best.
Happy Finals to all, and to all, a good test!”

Friday, December 11, 2009

How many tears does it take to rip the fabric?

So lately I've been feeling a little torn and lost in my world. I know it's a small thing to be dealing with and that there are so many other bigger problems in the world but this is my blog and if I want to struggle through things here, I can. So there. *hands on hips* ;)

I feel like there's two different themes running through my brain and I'm not succeeding in being both and I can't pick one. One says that I need to be me and enjoy life and not live with regrets. The other says I need to be the best student I can be and spend all of my free time studying to get ahead of everyone so that I can get a good internship. I've been trying to balance them and I thought I was doing well but then I look at some of the other people in my class and they are either one or the other. Nobody really has the 'both' thing down. And that makes me question whether or not I can do it. Any suggestions?


On a lighter note, this week I not only finished decorating my townhouse but I baked some cookies and wrapped presents. And today I'm headed to SalemHome to help my momma clean and decorate and get food ready for their Pinochle group that's coming over on Saturday night. After that, it's time for Christmas party with some friends~ Yay for tonight! :D

Next week is finals and one is a take home and the other is an in-class exam. Two finals this semester. Not bad!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Hello Blog World :)

This is my maiden voyage into the blogging realm and so far, so good! I'm excited to start getting this whole thing figured out and I'll be posting more soon.

Loves to you all!