30 Days, 30 Stories: Cramming

"Cramming"

Poetry by Caitlyn Byers

I’ve got to focus, got to focus!
Okay, deep breath. So it’s nine
at night and I have a test in
every
single
class
tomorrow and
I haven’t
studied
one bit, but I can do this!
a2 + b2= nigún. No, it’s
i before e except after c2.
Teddy Roosevelt was a stuffed toy,
no, the toy was named after him and Roosevelt
“ain’t nothing but a hound dog, crying all the time!”
How did that get on to my study playlist?
Roosevelt was
el presidente por la Estados Unidos,
and proved that an object in
motion stays in motion unless
it needed some food.
I’m starving! Dinner was forever ago.
Shoot! No wonder I’m hungry, it’s
eleven already.
Brain food, brain food,
Fish! Fish is a brain food.
Why didn’t I buy fishsticks?
Smarties! Don’t I have any
Smarties? Or Lucky Charms?
Maybe I should go to bed and
put my book under my pillow.
I’ve heard that works…
Okay, focus!
Need to write that paper on
Browning and Shelly,
or was it Seuss?
I’ll figure it out later.
In conclusion, poetry is
an art that will continue to flourish
unless acted upon by
an outside force like
the radius of a
triangle…

or something like that.
Look at the time!
Morning already.
Got to get to class,
got to get to class,
don’t forget the scantron, and
the all important
#2 pencil.
Made it! Test time!
I’m ready! I know everything!
I know… (yawn) I…I know…
Zzzz.

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