I stretch my sore neck and glance at the clock
Only to look back again seconds later;
4:30 in the morning?
There is never enough time.
My nails are bitten down and my eyes are dry
From staring at a screen for hours.
It seems impossible,
Remembering what was said that class
On those mornings that the coffee hadn’t hit yet.
Three and a half hours of sleep
And eight hours of staring blankly
Determine my fate for an entire semester.
How is this fair?
How do my finals never cease to take me by surprise?
Just a few more hours to remember
And then a lifetime to forget.
