I alternate between 20 minute reading periods and 1-2 hour breaks. I fill up about a page of messy notes and feel accomplished. My friends and I take every chance we can get to leave campus to get coffee (“Yo, I need coffee. I been reading this shit for hours, guy”) or food (“Yo, I’m gonna drive through Wendy’s, you want anything?” – to which I reply, “I’ll just come with you, I been reading this shit for hours guy, I need air.”) We catch up and have a serious conversation.
My eyes begin to burn from fatigue so I go home. I don’t sleep, caffiene kills me. I wake up the next morning after 2-4 hours of interrupted sleep, feeling and looking like shit. I want to die. I drink Redbull and ignore food.
I go to school a few hours early in a very carefully comfortable (but not yet slobby) outfit. It takes me more than five minutes to perfect the messy/afterthought ponytail look. I quiz and get quizzed by friends off of our study notes. I write the exam in my signature style; lazy, rushed and one of the first to finish.
At home, a boy talks to me on MSN. My answers are very carefully nonchalant and late so that it doesn't look like I'm only talking to him (I am.) I complain that I hate MSN and I only use it for homework. Really, I have never talked to most of my new friends on the phone. After a few other messages, my friends decide that the "[campus] study crew" deserves a night out after exams (cool people go clubbing.)
I say goodnight when my friends say they are going to sleep. I make sure to stay awake for the 3AM Project Runway repeat.
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