Sixteen weeks

All boiling down to this moment
The clock taunting me as I spill all I've learned
As quickly and accurately as possible
Onto this virgin white paper

All that I have learned is
Dumped, recycled and reused
Into these little lines
To be torn apart into itty bitty little pieces
Most likely, in five minutes, forgotten
Because it served it's purpose and I'm free!

Well at, least for now
Come Monday morning
The cycle begins all over again
Sixteen weeks...