Time for Adderall and caffeineMore bloodshot eyes you've rarely seenThe library's packed for the first time all yearOh shit, Oh no, finals are here. These terrible tests which you dreadRoam like devils inside your head,Waiting for the perfect moment of the yearTo ruin all your Christmas cheer."Why can't they be over" you askKnowing full well your future task."I cannot study anymore" you say againwhile tapping a pencil against your head."Where's the Tylenol?" you scream aloud"My head feels like a mushroom cloud.""Quiet Down!" Your roommate yells after you."I've got bio tomorrow and english too!" Your finals, it seems, do much moreThan test the knowledge which you store.They test your patience, your temper and witsWhile ruining all your friendships.You bitch and moan and then give in.You stay up late till they begin.You study all day, you study during night In hopes that you might get it right.When the day is near for testingYour mind is in need of resting.Coffee, Ritalin, NoDoze and cocaineExtract quite a toll on your brain.Bleary eyed and weak kneed, you walkTo the classroom, where no one talks.Than the rest of the class, you are much dumberYou should have just been a plumber."Oh well" you say and launch right inTrue hell is about to begin.But as you flip the pages, you come to seeThat you didn't even have to study.You knew this crap from the startAnd it silently breaks your heartThat the hours you spent locked in the libraryCould have been spent watching TV.Once you've finished, you hand it inAt the mercy of the red pen.Go drink as much as your body will allow.Why the hell not? You're done for now.Sometime soon while you sit at homeDuring the break, all aloneYou're grades will come and you'll be happy"I got a B" .not too shabby."* *unless you perform poorly on your tests in which case you better start looking for a job at Wal-Mart.Dedicated to everyone out there with books in their hands, bags under their eyes and a Ritalin-stache on their upper lip. Good Luck!