Final

Finals week is coming. Library and lounges filled with students carrying their laptop, coffee latte, stacks of papers and bad hairdo. They stay in the same place from morning to night with their eyes tunneled straight to books and to computer screen for eternity. They only move when their stomach growls or their urinal needs kick in.

I'm one of them.

I'm typing this while listening to my professor going over stuff to study for final exam.

Boy I hate this class