Friday, December 11, 2009

It's That Time of Year Again...

I just had to revisit this post, because it is that time of year:

The Twelve Days of Finals

On the first day of finals, my professor gave to me one TI-83.

On the second day of finals, my professor gave to me two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the third day of finals, my professor gave to me three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the fourth day of finals, my professor gave to me four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the fifth day of finals, my professor gave to me five special journals, four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the sixth day of finals, my professor gave to me six hours of sleep, five special journals, four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the seventh day of finals, my professor gave to me seven (pages of) accounting transactions, six hours of sleep, five special journals, four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the eighth day of finals, my professor gave to me eight volunteering hours to schedule, seven (pages of) accounting transactions, six hours of sleep, five special journals, four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the ninth day of finals, my professor gave to me nine rows of math problems, eight volunteering hours to schedule, seven (pages of) accounting transactions, six hours of sleep, five special journals, four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the tenth day of finals, my professor gave to me ten nightmares of failing, nine rows of math problems, eight volunteering hours to schedule, seven (pages of) accounting transactions, six hours of sleep, five special journals, four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the eleventh day of finals, my professor gave to me eleven excel spreadsheets, ten nightmares of failing, nine rows of math problems, eight volunteering hours to schedule, seven (pages of) accounting transactions, six hours of sleep, five special journals, four papers to rewrite, three (a day) cups of coffee, two sharpened pencils and a TI-83.

On the twelfth day of finals, my professor gave to me 

twelve stressed out days!! 
eleven excel spreadsheets, 
ten nightmares of failing, 
nine rows of math problems, 
eight volunteering hours to schedule, 
seven (pages of) accounting transactions, 
six hours of sleep, 
five special journals, 
four papers to rewrite, 
three (a day) cups of coffee, 
two sharpened pencils 
and a TI-83.

When finals are over, I'll give to you--a much happier student Tori!

2 comments:

CINDERELLA said...

this is why I thank the Good Lord above that I am not an accountant :)

blondevue... said...

I don't remember how I found your page, but I check it every once in a while, and found this post especially funny. :)
After finishing college a year and a half ago, the memories came back in full force after your song. =o)
Happy New Year,
~Tori (yeah, thats my name to, kind of funny) :)

PS. And as hard as the finals are, once you are an accountant its all worth it. :)
At least thats what I've found, and believe it or not I never use those sorry calculators anyways. =)
They did it just to torture us!

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