Imagine Me Rapping This:

Roses are red, violets are blue.
Freshman year's over, now onto year two.
It's gonna take pain, it's gonna take trust,
And with more than three jobs, hard work is a must.

Last year was a test, one I think I did pass.
Although I just about lost it in every single class.
But now college stepped up its game, as I must do as well,
Oh by the way, I have two textbooks to sell.

I'll start off the year, before it even begins,
Teaching freshmen all day, until NSO ends.
But don't forget about training, in three different ways,
That's how I'll spend each and every of my next seven days.

And then it's onto the classes, and onto the work,
You can bet I'll do it all, with my *ahem* "special" quirk.
It's a good thing I'm done with all my room arranging,
I'm just glad to be finished with all of IWU's "world changing."

And then I'll start both my jobs, or continue, I'd say,
Working for the radio station, and Sojourning all day.
I'm the new sports editor, and news director also,
You can bet your bottom dollar that Elder's where I will go.

There will be plenty to do, this I know for sure,
But I'll do it all with a smile, 'cause I have much to smile for.
And I'll make time to be with people, this is without a doubt,
There will be so many good times, when I'm just hanging out.

This will be a year of growth, this will be a year of change,
By the end I'll be different, I might even act my age.
But when I'm through I'll be better, for the things that I've done,
And the people I've met, and because of the fun.

Well boys and girls, that's all the words I've got,
Will I get sleep this year? I'm thinking I'm not.
So with my laptop in hand, and my fingers all steady,
Just one thing to say: get 'cho popcorn ready.