Here I sit, looking around the LT,
It seems exactly like the one 4 years before.
Same clock, same faces, same coffee stains on the floor,
And the same professor who is talking on and on.
I think about the many times I have to drag myself out of bed for these,
The many times I turned up late for these,
The many times I didn’t understand what the professors were saying,
Suddenly, they all don’t matter anymore.
Finally the professor stopped and left,
His last words for us was, “seeya in the exam hall.”
In the midst of it laid the cheering and maybe more,
after all, unlike any other lecture, it’s the last lecture after all.
I asked myself, “what do I miss the most throughout this four years?”
Perhaps it’s the morning lectures which I intentionally skipped the most…
