Twas the night before Senior year and all through the dorm
My residents were chatting and burning popcorn.
My books were spread on my futon with care
In hopes that for class I would best be prepared.
I laid out my clothing all ready for bed
While visions of syllabi danced in my head.
And as I switched off the light and turned on the fan
I thought back three years to how it all had begun.
An acceptance letter, a flurry of forms,
A plane ticket northwest and off to the dorm.
Far and away and all on my own
Who’d’ve thought Granville soon would be home?
As a first year I certainly had much to learn
Of street signs and vacuums and income returns
By round two I was finally finding the way
Rugby and history were my double forte
And last year, of course, things just kept getting better
My anatomy cat could not have been deader (okay, fine. you try rhyming with “better”)
But in all seriousness it’s been quite a ride
It’s hard to believe I’m near the far side
And now on this eve as I ready my gear
Happy studying to all and to all a good year