Final Exam
All classes
roll up into this one
last, dreaded exam,
the final moments, to see what,
if anything, they remember.
Students gather
in this room all semester,
sitting in the same, exact chair, always.
We like repetition, we like
to know our place,
and so the seat and those around you
become familiar, expected,
something you know.
Sitting in someone else’s seat
would be like stealing their wallet,
and you would be considered: deviant.
This week is about transitions,
endings, then new beginnings,
Next week is non-existent,
There will be no more meetings
of this particular group,
It is also about finality,
percentages tallied
and one – letter – grade,
For some lucky ones, graduation!
For the professors?
a break,
and then we do it all over again,
with new faces.
I hear them now, laughing,
sharing answers,
They await my entrance
and so I leave this page
to enter the room,
with their final exam.
Doctor Grandma 
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