It's that time of year again,
the time we all know is coming,
and start thinking about the weather changes,
to frosty mornings and amber trees.
After a day of feasting,
avoiding questions from nosy relatives,
the nipping wind sends a chilling reminder,
that the time is almost here.
It's the night before,
everyone's eaten and
we rush off to bed,
but some can't sleep,
and stay up late into the night,
trying to find a hint of what's coming.
Then the next day comes,
where everyone wakes up,
and rushes down.
They shovel down their breakfast,
and check their bags to make sure they have everything,
then it's time for the surprise.
The surprise everyone has been waiting for,
everyone anxiously waiting,
with an eerie silence that hangs like a dense fog,
only broken by the sounds of paper being flipped around.
Some go through it quickly,
while others take their time.
When they finish,
there are shouts of joy and happiness.
And once it's all over,
everyone sleeps and relaxes.
The time has past,
until the end of the next semester.