Monday was my very last class.
Today, a final I hoped to pass.
Tomorrow, a job comes to an end.
Next week, a life-changing email I’ll send.
On Sunday I’ll go home to celebrate a Mother,
The Friday after we’ll gather to congratulate each other.
A degree in hand, a future ripe for the picking
Time until I leave? Who knows…the clock is ticking.
Placement Officer, look out, my thirty hours are up.
Now stop being a jerk and place me somewhere already, okay?
Sorry, that last line didn’t rhyme.