Twas the night before finals, and all through the hall
Not a person was sleeping, no student at all.
The textbooks were stacked on the desktop with care,
In hopes that the answers would soon appear there.
The students were still wide awake in their beds,
While essays and formulae danced in their heads.
And I, wearing my PJs, textbooks in my lap,
Just can't settle my brain for a short little nap.
When out in the commons there arose such a clatter,
The RA ran out to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway I ran in a rush,
Threw open my doorway to tell them to hush.
The moon glinting off of the res hall's glass door,
Shone just like a spotlight outside the first floor.
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature car, and a group of my peers.
With a slow-moving driver, so tired and sad,
I knew in a moment it must be a grad.
More rapid than e-mails, his study tips came,
And he shouted, and hollered, and called them by name.
"Use Spark Notes! Use Cliff Notes! Use 3 b