the final countdown has begun
The other night, my suitemates and I were having a freak out holy mother of god party in the common room, astounding each other with the sheer ridiculous MASSIVE AMOUNT of work we still had left to complete before the end of school, and we came up with a plan.
We added up, collectively, how many essay pages we, as a suite, needed to write before summer and slapped that number up on a mini dry erase board and set it on a table between our rooms.
It looks something like this:
97
until summer
And each time one of us spends a few hours working on a paper, afterwards, we go up and knock it down.
That is a scary number.
Two more weeks to go.
AAAAHHHHHHHHALSDKFHALSKJDHALSKJDHFLAKHSEIFALSDJFHEWHljasldfh'EFAKSJDHFLhelfhaadh
Also, we left it ambiguous on purpose because we just found it far and away all the more entertaining for people to have to guess.
97 WHAT until summer?
LOL
men.
tequila shots.
dragons to slay.
Take your pick, world.
We added up, collectively, how many essay pages we, as a suite, needed to write before summer and slapped that number up on a mini dry erase board and set it on a table between our rooms.
It looks something like this:
97
until summer
And each time one of us spends a few hours working on a paper, afterwards, we go up and knock it down.
That is a scary number.
Two more weeks to go.
AAAAHHHHHHHHALSDKFHALSKJDHALSKJDHFLAKHSEIFALSDJFHEWHljasldfh'EFAKSJDHFLhelfhaadh
Also, we left it ambiguous on purpose because we just found it far and away all the more entertaining for people to have to guess.
97 WHAT until summer?
LOL
men.
tequila shots.
dragons to slay.
Take your pick, world.