(Bad day? You could say that…)
Seventeen days are remaining,
Six hours left then to go,
3 minutes added to that,
and then fourty seconds must flow.
Seventeen days are remaining,
Six hours left then and such,
three exams still here to pass now,
not that I’m counting, much.
Two of the tests are “assessments”,
About stuff that’s there and gone in,
and I can’t do sod all about them,
except sit here and hope that I win.
For exams are all just a game now,
Me v the person in charge,
To them it’s just pieces of paper,
But to me it’s my future at large.
One is the Final Exam Thing,
On course COH106,
Before which I have 8 days of nothing.,
And just proves the timetable’s a bitch.
So I sit down here at my computer,
Revising the odd re-design,
and awaiting the end of the world now,,
when disaster shall surely be mine.