Finals Poem by Sydne Morris

My best friend and I chat about what we are going to do this weekend
while knowing that we should be studying for the finals
the finals
the test that set the final grades in all our classes
yet we take them with ease
and anticipation
while knowing we could fail any of them
Snow is falling while we are in class
But my best friend and I have no worries
After this class we have a 30 min. break
to do whatever we want
Why are people whimpering with fear at the sound of Finals
When I hear it,
I think yes Party time!

Dedicated to my best friend Nathan Davison