Three months of laughs, stress, and blunder.
Days that felt like we would go under.
But all along we stuck together
Through the sun and rain and shitty weather.
Three months have gone past and now we’re here
Passing our midterms is all we fear
Late night studying while fooling around
Writing an essay that isn’t profound
Three months to the future is what we can see
We taste and smell what there will be
Redemption, relaxation, playing with snow
No more exams, no more FRO
A semester in and we’re doing just fine.
Hang in there
This is our time