<\/p>\n
T\u2019was the night before finals and all the through the dorm<\/p>\n
Not a student was stirring, trying to keep warm<\/p>\n
The papers were done, written without a real care<\/p>\n
Hoping that the math curve would really be fair<\/p>\n
Housemates were nestled, two to a bed<\/p>\n
With visions of Zimmer dancing in their heads<\/p>\n
With my floormate in a t-shirt and I in much less<\/p>\n
We had just come to my room to \u201crelieve some stress\u201d<\/p>\n
When out on the Midway there arose such a clatter<\/p>\n
She hopped off of me to see what was the matter<\/p>\n
We threw on some clothing to cover our skin<\/p>\n
And jumped out the window to Housing\u2019s chagrin<\/p>\n
The moon and the blue lights gave the scene a glow<\/p>\n
So we could see something amidst falling snow<\/p>\n
And right before we were going to take a hike<\/p>\n
We saw old Dean Boyer on his shiny bike<\/p>\n
The old man moved so nimbly and fast<\/p>\n
And proof of the legend was coming at last<\/p>\n
And with him soon his spirits came<\/p>\n
And he whistled and mumbled and called them by name<\/p>\n
\u201cNow Plato! Now Sagan! Now Homer and Rosseau!<\/p>\n
On Friedman! On Fermi! On Becker and Foucalt!<\/p>\n
Through the tunnel to the center of the quad<\/p>\n
Hurry up with me, my ghostly squad\u201d<\/p>\n
And as the snow began to spin around<\/p>\n
They took to the sky without a sound<\/p>\n
So up to dorm windows the whole group flew<\/p>\n
With a sack full of grades and some coffee grounds too<\/p>\n
And they threw grades through windows, we saw what they do<\/p>\n
An A- on that Sosc paper and A in calc too<\/p>\n
And as were turned ourselves around<\/p>\n
Up flew Dean Boyer without a sound<\/p>\n
Dressed in doctoral garb, he pressed his finger to his lips<\/p>\n
Telling the two of us to keep ours zipped<\/p>\n
He reached into the bundle he had on his back<\/p>\n
And pulled out some for us from his wondrous sack<\/p>\n
The grades–how they twinkled and sparkled like brass<\/p>\n
We now knew that the two of us would both pass<\/p>\n
His little lips curled into a weird looking bow<\/p>\n
And off he left us in the still falling snow<\/p>\n
We watched as they flew off into the night<\/p>\n
Following his travels with all our eyes\u2019 might<\/p>\n
We watched as he flew to dorms \u2018neath the stars<\/p>\n
Except to Broadview, for that was too far<\/p>\n
As we turned and headed back to our house<\/p>\n
Where everyone was still as calm as a mouse<\/p>\n
And we climbed up the stairs to our collegiate abode<\/p>\n
Hoping to finally take off a load<\/p>\n
When we got to the room we saw this was not so<\/p>\n
As we could see Boyer again from our window<\/p>\n
He was giving grades and coffee to all of our friends<\/p>\n
So that they might be OK when this quarter ends<\/p>\n
And he pulled up his bike and gave his squad a whistle<\/p>\n
And they all flew off faster than a ballistic missile<\/p>\n
As he went we heard him say with a shake<\/p>\n
\u201cHappy Finals to all and to all a good break!\u201d<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
By Teddy Zamborsky Dec. 8, 2014 T\u2019was the night before finals and all the through the dorm Not a student was stirring, trying to keep warm The papers were done, written without a real care Hoping that the math curve would really be fair Housemates were nestled, two to a bed With visions of Zimmer dancing in their heads With my floormate in a t-shirt and I in much less We had just come to my room to \u201crelieve some stress\u201d When out on the Midway there arose such a clatter She hopped off of me to see what was the matter We threw on some clothing to cover our skin And jumped out the window to Housing\u2019s chagrin The moon and the blue lights gave the scene a glow So we could see something amidst falling snow And right before we were going to take a hike We saw old Dean Boyer on his shiny bike The old man moved so nimbly and fast And proof of the legend was coming at last And with him soon his spirits came And he whistled and mumbled and called them by name \u201cNow Plato! Now Sagan! Now Homer and Rosseau! On Friedman! On Fermi! On Becker and Foucalt! Through the tunnel to the center of the quad Hurry up with me, my ghostly squad\u201d And as the snow began to spin around They took to the sky without a sound So up to dorm windows the whole group flew With a sack full of grades and some coffee grounds too And they threw grades through windows, we saw what they do An A- on that Sosc paper and A in calc too And as were turned ourselves around Up flew Dean Boyer without a sound Dressed in doctoral garb, he pressed his finger to his lips Telling the two of us to keep ours zipped He reached into the bundle he had on his back And pulled out some for us from his wondrous sack The grades–how they twinkled and sparkled like brass We now knew that the two of us would both pass His little lips curled into a weird looking bow And off he left us in the still falling snow We watched as they flew off into the night Following his travels with all our eyes\u2019 might We watched as he flew to dorms \u2018neath the stars Except to Broadview, for that was too far As we turned and headed back to our house Where everyone was still as calm as a mouse And we climbed up the stairs to our collegiate abode Hoping to finally take off a load When we got to the room we saw this was not so As we could see Boyer again from our window He was giving grades and coffee to all of our friends So that they might be OK when this quarter ends And he pulled up his bike and gave his squad a whistle And they all flew off faster than a ballistic missile As he went we heard him say with a shake \u201cHappy Finals to all and to all a good break!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2104"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2104"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2104\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3137,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2104\/revisions\/3137"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chicagoshadydealer.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}