For those of us who want to celebrate the holidays but just can’t due to exams, here’s a relatable jingle:
On the first day of finals, my professor gave to me:
One exam review.
On the second day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Two final essays.
On the third day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Three warnings to submit.
On the fourth day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Four panic attacks.
On the fifth day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Five golden stars! (Just kidding, I wish we still got those.)
On the sixth day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Six peers with questions.
On the seventh day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Seven straight days of tears.
On the eighth day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Eight final projects.
On the ninth day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Nine Blackboard messages.
On the tenth day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Ten exam nightmares.
On the eleventh day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Eleven ways to procrastinate.
On the twelfth day of finals, my professor gave to me:
Twelve alarms on exam day.
Good luck on finals, collegiettes!