Here-in my apartment are papers done.
I write and write and write them all.
Now I am done, the semester's over!
I'm soon headed home for Christmas joys.
Print print print, Have enough ink?
Print print print, I'm going home!
Here-in the apartment the paper's done!
Now I can nap, relax, and knit!
(to the tune of "Up on the Housetop")
(No, it doesn't rhyme. Rhyming is for people who didn't miscalculate their caffeine intake last night and got more than three hours of sleep.)
(Yeah, I know, "done" is what happens to turkeys, students are "finished." See the previous point re:I'm tired.)
(Note: what?)
(Note: the previous note should be discarded. I'm sleeeepy. This is what happens. I kind of keep talking (except now I'm typing) when really I should've stopped a looong time ago. I'm going to go pack now.)
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