i'm sitting outside a classroom right now, typing this post onto my phone as i wait for my FINAL final to begin. i've been awake 22 hours now and my brain is kinda running at hyperspeed while the rest of me is just trying to keep up. my first final at 9 this morning was 50 problems multiple choice... i have this weird habit of ticking out to the side of any i'm not 100% sure of to kind of test how prepared i was... 13 minutes and about 24 seconds after i started i bubbled in #50 and looked back thru and only saw one tick mark.
this was both good and bad. good because my 7 hrs of studying actually sunk in somewhat... bad b/c i now had to figure out how to stay awake until 11:30 for my next test... i got the biggest cup of coffe i could find on campus and sat down and stared. i was, for all practical purposes, sleep sitting with my eyes open for the last hour or more... until i heard this genius comment from the girl a table over...
hey, there's two flys having sex on my table.
i had to blink and look over... i did, realized the blissful state i'd just lost, and realized there were still 45 agonizing minutes til my next final. i walked up to the fourth floor, taking the stairs (wastes more time and gets the blood movin, waking me up) wander around the level like i'm lost and stumble upon my classroom, locked....
which brings me back to me sitting here... 21 minutes to go... my ass is asleep and my back hurts from leaning against this wall. i guess i could do another lap around the floor... or hold my nose and chug the rest of my now cold coffee (ugh)... or pull out my notes and study some more... or i could sleeeeeeeppppp......
finally, there's the professor. now i can at least wait in a desk... i can't believe this whole crazy semester will be over in less than 2 hours... and after that this whole hectic summer...
