’Twas the night before midterms, and all through the dorms,

Not a student was Netflixing, against weekly norms.

The notebooks were held by students with care,

“What time is this test? And do I know where?”

Hours and hours to prepare for the day,

In hopes that come grading, they’re given an A.

While visions of failure danced in their heads,

Doubts come around, “have I learned what I read?”

Exams are approaching, nerves start to kick in,

“Will skipping that reading be my last fatal sin?”

No matter the essay they know they’re prepared.

So if all else fails, they’ll know that they cared.

“Will I finish in time?” some students ask,

“Or will completing the test be too tough a task?”

Fear of not being ready is the side that they lean,

Orgo? They’d rather not, they’d prefer the guillotine.

Regardless, tomorrow the midterms will come,

No matter the grade, they can’t wait ’till it’s done.

’Tis the season for Gleason, we study away,

Four hours gone by, oh my, what a stay.

The time has come to test preperation,

No going back now, no late resignation.

There’s still some hope, so I’ll bring it to light-

“Good luck on your midterms, and sleep well tonight!”

 Horgan is a member of
the class of 2017.

Tagged: Chris Horgan


An open letter to all members of any university community

I strongly oppose the proposed divestment resolution. This resolution is nothing more than another ugly manifestation of antisemitism at the University.

Dinner for Peace was an unconventional way of protesting for Palestine

The dinner showcased aspects of Palestinian culture. It was a unique way of protesting against the genocide, against the Israeli occupation, against the university’s involvement with the genocide.

A reality in fiction: the problem of representation

Oftentimes, rather than embracing femininity as part of who they are, these characters only retain traditionally masculine traits.