Oh and there we were all in one place. Studying to save some face, with no time left to cram it in. So come on mind be nimble, thoughts be quick, lots of caffeine is the trick 'cause coffee is a student's only friend. Oh and as you turn another page, don't clench your hands in fists of rage. If you stay up past three, you still might get a B. But as you study late into the night, your heart will become filled with spite. 'Cause I saw TF's laughing with delight, the day midterms arrived.

And they were singing why, why do we bother to try? Took my backpack to Widener stacks and I let out a sigh. Them all-nighters were drinking coffee and chai singing "This will be the day they arrive. This will be the day they arrive."

I gave my Prof. a sideways glance, that asked him for reassurance. But he just laughed and turned away. And I went down to the registrar, where I'd dropped classes once before, but the man there said we'd passed the fifth Monday. So in the dorms the students screamed, the first-years cried and the slackers dreamed. Not a happy word was spoken. Our spirits all were broken. And those students I despised most, whose easy schedules made them boast, were so glad that they chose to coast the day midterms arrived.

So why, why do we bother to try? Took my backpack to Widener stacks and I let out a sigh. Them all-nighters were drinking coffee and chai singing "This will be the day they arrive. This will be the day they arrive."

Lauren E. Baer '02 is a social studies concentrator in Dunster House. Her column appears on alternate Wednesdays.