12 Days of UChicago Finals

On the twelfth day of finals, my college gave to me: 

Twelve “Where fun goes to die” T-shirts.

Eleven transfer applications.

Ten pages of essays.

Nine weeks of denial.

Eight Hum kids crying.

Seven squirrels a-stealing.

Six econ bros flexing.

Five gargoyles lurking.

Four missed tests.

Three stressed out MENG kids.

Two dining dollars.

And a partridge in a pear tree.