:: The Process ::

Oh, how Time has flown!
and we mope and moan
of the days that have gone,
where we made friendship bonds.

Behold, the battle zone
while the examiner drones,
Thinking Caps are donned,
to write whatever our heads own.

Feverish sweat tickles the brow,
for those not as wise as owls.
Some sail through with glee,
I do hope one of them is me!
(Wishful thinking...)

When all is quiet,
our brains so tired,
pencils and pens are laid to rest,
So we can enjoy life with zest!