'Twas the Week before Finals

'Twas the night before finals when all thro' the land

Not a creature was stirring, except for the tick of a watch hand;
The study guides were laid on the desk with care,
In the plans they would learn all the information listed there;
The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of beta blockers and ABGs danced in their heads

And my professors in their labcoats, and I in my scrubs,
Had just settled our brains to study how to scrub the hub—‌
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the ghost of the answer to the question that had taunted me all year,
With time running out, I had to select all that apply QUICK,
though later I discovered that I was acting quite thick.
The answer into my mind it came,
And I realized just how to pronounce that disorders' name:
"Not! Grave's Disease, nor Addison's, nor acute pneumothorax;
I knew the answer was pyelonephritis- oh, if I only would have relaxed!"
"To the shared Google Doc! To the chart on the wall!
"Now write it down! Type it down! Now to tell all!"
And so to the group message my fingers did flew,
so my clinical group would know of my epiphany too:
And then with a twinkling, I heard the notification
"Thanks for sending this, my grades needed preservation."
And with that, I crawled back to sleep;
for I had a "A" in that class to keep,
And as my eyes shut and I fell into slumber;
My ears did hear the loud clap of thunder,
The rain fell softly, like a song on repeat
Accompanying my dreams, making my panic obsolete.
 I awoke in the morning, ready to pass:
For I knew the answers, and was prepared for this class
And I laugh'd when I saw the test in spite of myself;
The questions were easy- the answers located in my head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Grades were then posted, up upon Moodle,
It appeared my efforts were not at all feudal,
For staring up at me, with a wide grinning face
Was the A I had been working for, sitting there in a bold typeface.
I packed up my bags, and ran to my flight
and as I left Georgia Baptist I exclaimed:

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

-Sydney Morfoot and Clement Clarke Moore (traditional 'Twas the Night Before Christmas author)