challenge: finals
Buffy, season 7.
She cuts across the UC Sunnydale campus to grab something from the SnackWagon. Some days, being around the students makes her sad, but the sun is shining and she needs lunch anyhow.
She sits on the grass near some girls who look vaguely familiar. Another spring, another apocalypse, she muses. She sips her Diet Coke, listens.
“Oh my God, this chem final is deadly! If I don’t pass, my dad will kill me!”
No, thinks Buffy. If I don’t pass my final this year, the Turok Han will kill you, your father, and everyone else.
Chemistry? Don't sweat the small stuff.
She cuts across the UC Sunnydale campus to grab something from the SnackWagon. Some days, being around the students makes her sad, but the sun is shining and she needs lunch anyhow.
She sits on the grass near some girls who look vaguely familiar. Another spring, another apocalypse, she muses. She sips her Diet Coke, listens.
“Oh my God, this chem final is deadly! If I don’t pass, my dad will kill me!”
No, thinks Buffy. If I don’t pass my final this year, the Turok Han will kill you, your father, and everyone else.
Chemistry? Don't sweat the small stuff.