Just a few more days...
Two to be exact,
Until what was a distant thought,
Becomes a solid fact.
I'll wake up just as normal,
Brush my teeth and dress,
But then I will remember;
And be tackled by the stress.
Stressing over every one,
All four of them I'll get,
Feeling like a butterfly,
Trapped in a catcher's net.
I'll file into the great hall,
Search my name, receive-
Presented with an envelope,
Remember how to breathe.
And then I'll rip it open,
And see just how I do,
It could all end in floods of tears,
Yippees! Or just a 'phew!'
Whatever the case, on Thursday,
I'll think, 'why did I cram?'
Watch out folks, on Thursday...
I'LL GET RESULTS FROM MY EXAMS.
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