The Night Before College...

...and all through the house,

one creature was fretting -- and it wasn't a mouse.

I knew my new backpack was filled up with care,

And triple-checked that everything I needed was there.

I remembered my outfit as it fell with a clatter,

Hoping it was "cool" enough, but deciding it didn't matter.

Then my thoughts turned to the very next day,

When everything would probably not go my way.

Visions of running late raced through my head,

I hoped it wouldn't happen, but was still filled with dread.

And when into my new class rooms I finally came,

Who would I meet, and would I remember their name?

Really, part of me longed to be a fly on the wall,

To simply watch, and observe that first day of all.

While all these scenarios raced through my head,

I was trying to sleep, lying in bed.

And finally, I slipped off to dream land, out of sight,

Hoping most of all, I would just survive the night.