(Sung to the tune of Michael Jackson's Thriller)
It's close to midnight.
But someone here's still working in the dark.
She's got her laptop,
Hoping she'll succeed and make her mark.
She wants to scream but panic takes the sound before she makes it.
She starts to freeze as index cards dance before her eyes,
'Cause this is mid-terms, mid-terms week,
And no one's gonna save her with the answers that she seeks.
She knows it's mid-terms, mid-terms time.
She's fighting for that grade and it's an uphill, uphill, uphill, uphill climb.
She hears a door close and on the steps she thinks she hears a shoe.
Her parents would help — if, that is, they had the slightest clue.
Geometry, it doesn't make much sense. The test is looming.
But all the while, she feels her college chances slip away.
Filled with dismay!
'Cause this is mid-terms, mid-term tests.
She wishes she had studied a little harder with the rest.
She knows it's mid-terms, mid-terms week.
She's running out of time and really starting, starting, starting to freak.
An exam each day, and there's really nowhere left to hide.
The tests are coming, they're closing in on her on every side.
Honors English: Copperfield, Gilgamesh, Of Mice and Men ...
Biology, French, World Cultures ... oh, if only she could trade,
And go back to eighth grade.
'She can't, it's mid-terms, mid-term days.
She knows she'll soon regret her former care-free lazy ways.
Because it's mid-terms, mid-terms time.
And it's an uphill, uphill, uphill, uphill climb.
Darkness falls across the land,
Mid-term tests are close at hand.
Terror seizes freshman blood,
All throughout y'alls neighborhood.
The saddest cries in the air,
The grim prospect of three more years.
And grizzly ghouls each dawn awake,
Because they stayed up way too late.
And though she tries to cram her head
That A+ isn't firm
For all mere freshmen come to dread
The evil of the mid-term.