The final days are upon us.
The finality of finals.
This is my last finals week. My last semester of classes. It's so weird, and I caught senioritis early because it is my last. Student teaching will be different. Hopefully a good kind of different.

I don't normally post song lyrics or poems, but those who are undergoing finals or just plain stress might appreciate this narrative I wrote.

Hello, who are you?
Have we met before?
You look somewhat familiar—
and blurry.
With your fuzzy pink rabbit slippers
and wave of fine, white blonde hair—
so fine it floats, like you’ve rubbed it with a balloon.
What did you say your name was?
You whisper so softly, speak up, you know it annoys me.
I’m awaiting a visitor, you know, and I’m just a bit irritable.
He’s long over-due. Or she. I really can’t remember anymore.
It’s been such a long time.
Such a very long time.
Have you seen him (or her)? His name (or her, yes, I know!)
is Sleep.
What?
Oh, that’s you is it?
Well you’re jolly well over-due.
Where have you been? I’ve missed you terribly.
Sporting with the neighbors, I assume,
Enjoying their big screen TV, I know,
While I’m over here black-eyed and droopy, longing
sighing, dying.
I know I said I wanted to learn to sleep with my eyes open, but you didn’t have to
take me up on it. You could have used some discernment, you know.
Well what are you waiting for? Can’t you see
I’m so
very
very
hm?
Oh yes,
you know
very……