Dear Finals,
You are the boss level of my fall and spring semesters.
You are the dragon I have to slay to reawaken my social life.
You are the big bad wolf I will defeat to get myself to grandma's, safe and with some sweets.
You are between me and pecan pie
Between me and winter skies
But I will pass
And finish each class
So I can swiftly reach Christmas
And on New Year's raise my glass.
Good luck all, we're going to need it!