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‘Twas the night before Finals, when at UIC
Every student was cramming at Daley Lib’ry
The textbooks were open to chapt’r 1 with care,
In hopes that comprehension soon would be there;
The freshmen were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 4.0s danced in their heads;
My lab partner in sweatpants, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a two minute nap,
When out on the quad there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the lobby I flew like a flash,
Through revolving doors, I continued to dash.
The moon’s reflection off the crumbling concrete
Was as eerie as any forsaken old street,
When, what to my drowsy gaze should I reach,
But a teaching assistant, who could actu’lly teach!
When I had realized who he was, boy was I glad,
For I knew he could answer the questions I had.
More rapid than eagles the courses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Orgo! now, English! now, Bio and Physics!
On, P-Chem! on, A-Chem! on, Anthro and Business!
To the top of the curve! to the top of the class!
Now memorize! memorize! Then you will pass!
With a promise like that, it was my lucky night,
With his help I knew I’d pass my final alright.
Then o’er to SES the TA he flew,
With handfuls of study guides, and practice tests too.
So I followed, hoping that he would help me,
Up the steps I went, ent’ring the SLC.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the hallway The TA came with a bound.
He had packets and handouts and answer sheets too,
And he said, “take a seat, and I’ll teach it to you”
To a whiteboard he went, then laid down his pack,
And beginning to explain, he then turned his back.
His explanations—they made sense! his diagrams how concise!
His tips were so good, I wrote down all his advice!
He covered it all, taught it from A to Z,
And he made it just as simple as it could be!
With a stump of a pencil held tight in his hand,
He clarified concepts I didn’t understand.
He told me ev’rything I needed to know,
And after each probl’m, I felt my confidence grow.
His mnemonic device: RITE JOLLEE OLD ELLF
Made me laugh when I heard it, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
I spoke not a word, but went straight back to work,
Filled out his study guide then turned with a jerk.
He said he was leaving, that I’d be alright,
There were more students who needed help that night.
He sprang onto his bike, peddling with a whistle
And ‘cross campus he rushed like the down of a thistle,
But I heard him shout out, ere he drove on his way,
“Happy Finals to all, and a high GPA.”
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