Midterms

So I was studying for my math midterm yesturday and this popped in my head, I grabbed a peice of paper and scribbled it down and when I was done studying I cleaned it up a tad, so now I've got this. Another one of my prose like poems that I'd prefer to stay poems because it's been declared as one of my few awesome poems.

Midterms
The day before your midterms,
the realization finally kicks in..
Your mid-term is tomorrow,
and you haven’t studied yet!

So as you race through your text book
you wish you could read your notes.
As if the doodles on your page could even count as notes!

You wish you had paid attention
for all those eighteen weeks.
But you sat there in the back,
chatting and passing notes instead.

Tonight you go to “bed” early,
but do not sleep a wink.
You sit there with your book,
with the sheet pulled over your head.

No time for breakfast in the morning,
Just a cup of coffee to go.
You’re out the door at lightning speeds,
off to fail your mid-term you go.

(I like the darnkess that adds XD thanks guys!)

*sigh* So true, so true.

However, I'm not so sure that "pass" would be the right word for the last line. It seems to me that with such false cheeriness, that "fail" would be a better word. But perhaps the narrator is just extremely optimistic.

Very nice job. A gold star from me!

*thumbs up*

~GryphonFledgling

I agree with the previous comment about the last line. Saying you're off to pass it makes it a little more optomistic than it should me, I think.

I loved this poem. I totally agree with the message. I am the queen of crammer by the way.

Ahaha, I can totally relate to this.
Which is always good.
It made me laugh, especially the ending.
Delightfully dark.