The Night Before Finals

(The second - short awaited installment)

Tore open the door and poked out my head.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen leaves

Gave the lustre of mid-fall to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature notebook, and fine tiny scantrons,
With a hundred old circles, so perfect and round,

I knew in a moment it must be test time.
More rapid than eagles these finals they came,

And they whistled, and shouted, as I called each one by name;
"Now, Patho! now, Pharm! now, Assessment and Fundamentals!

On, professionalism! on Clinical! on Total testing, and Lab!
To the top of the library! to the top of the Ed Hall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the Hall-top the courses they flew,

With a bag full of books, a laptop and coke.

(Next time: The conclusion)