Procrastinate
Stay up late
When’s the last time I ate?

No time for friends
Social life ends
Where did I put my pen?

Sleep deprived
Barely alive
Ready for break at Week Five

Ten-page essay
In APA
Due by 11:59

Today.

Group projects
Unread texts
Professor, don’t call on me next.

Please.

Tuition, bills
Supplement pills
There’s no time to kill

Hours are hoarded
Seconds are sorted
Must this Zoom class be recorded?

All are afraid
As “The Midterm” invades
So, when will you post the grades?

One day.

Professors, enthused
Classmates, confused
And when’s the next project due?

Next week.

Post-Secondary
School of the weary
And the extraordinary

Knowledge abounds
Teaching astounds
Yet, we hear the sound of

Crying.

Waves of stress
Hair is a mess
Trying to remember I’m blessed

Somewhere in the midst
Of academic abyss
I hear: You got this.

As classes conclude
Time resumes
And I pray, I too

shall pass.

Till the next chapter,
Katya