Semester Blues

Headaches, and dizziness,

My heart pounded out of my chest.

As I slugged over the computer to type,

Head throbbing, and my hand cramping arose.

I repeated to myself the same sentence

You need to finish, you need to graduate, get it done.

The assignments piled onto each other.

With each sunny spring day,

came three projects all due by tomorrow.

I could feel my 3.9 GPa, slipping away, but

You need to finish, you need to graduate, get it done.

My friends were no help towards my education procrastination.

They too were stuck inside,

On days where the weather gave you hope, for a worry-free summer,

We were trapped by the due date at 11:59.

You need to finish, you need to graduate, get it done.

The paper I was writing was nearly finished,

 My eyes grew tired, my mind became mush.

I become frustrated in my own work,

Typing, deleting, typing, revising.

You need to finish, you need to graduate, get it done.

I hear tiny footsteps step into my room,

My 5-year-old sister had floated in towards my desk.

Her cheeks full of cotton candy, she beamed with joy.

I can not be joyful knowing my work isn’t done.

C’mon.

You need to finish, you need to graduate, get it done.

She tries to hug me, as I prepare the assignment to be turned in.

As if I were in the mood to be embraced, under this much pressure.

It is like she is persuading me to smile without saying any words.

Her cheeks full of sweets,

brought a sweet thought to my mind,

as my jaw began to tighten and then relax in the sight of her.

I clicked submit and slammed my laptop shut, like a 90s flip phone.

You did it, you might graduate, at least it is done.