I read the blog "Rate Your Students" on a daily basis - it's the electronic equivalent of the lounge where the faculty share stories about students among ourselves. Here's their latest offering - Twas The Week Before Finals
‘Twas the week before finals
And all through the U,
The students were yawning
And some drooling too.
While papers are now due
Students are at the mall,
With not one single fear
That their good grade might fall.
“I can write it all one night,”
Thinks the tattooed pierced girl,
“I’ll just peek at a Wiki
And give it a whirl.”
They don’t come to class
There is always a reason,
These vary quite little
From season to season.
“A cold” has the tall one,
“With me it’s the flu,”
“My sister’s in jail
And Grandma’s dead too”
“Hangover” “flat tire”
“My boyfriend dumped me,”
“Alarm didn’t go off”
“Had to play with my Wii”
“This class ain’t important,
Many other things are.”
With an attitude like this
Frat boy’s sure to go far.
“I’m going to med school
Organic’s the crux,
Have to go over anatomy
With my buds at Starbucks.”
“After that comes my psych
And the math quiz I missed.
Your class is ‘bout tenth
On my priority list.”
Outside my office
There arose such a clatter.
A line of students?
Now what is the matter?
Here come the grubbers
The beggars and thieves,
With the crap that they’re dishing
I’m going to heave.
“This paper is all mine.
I never would fake,
That you found it on Google
Is just a mistake.”
“You’ll ruin my average
My perfect grade,
A ‘C’ isn’t part
Of the deal that we made.”
“I pay tuition
You give me an ‘A,’
Then everyone is happy
And I’m on my way.”
“Get lost all you losers!”
I wanted to shout,
But the tenure committee
Would then throw me out.
I brought out a six pack
Some pills and a noose
But settled down with exams
and a vodka and juice.
For many this season
Is chock full of cheer
But for profs, December
Requires much beer.
Let the games begin!