White paste walls with rice cakes. Coffee. Discomfort. Dirty mouses.
This is it. I'm in the computer lab, revising my last final. It's 2:12 and there is a horde of determined women typing and researching and designing away. Sombody brought in a box of food to share with the entire lab. Women who've never seen each other and will never see each other again are sharing finals 'war stories' in a group around the food behind me. I, mistakenly, drank some coke and ate some candy, and now I can't focus. I can focus with my eyes, but not with my head. It's making this 'revising' task really difficult.
I met one student who'd been here since 3:30 this afternoon. That's almost 12 hours. I've been working on this paper since... not as long. I can't remember. Tomorrow, pack, walk around, visit friends. Day after, home. It seems so far away, but I'm thankful that once this paper is finished, I can wait for it to come, and I don't have to do anything; it will come no matter what. I can't say that about homework, or finals, or any of that. I want to make something inevitable my focus again. Almost done..
I met one student who'd been here since 3:30 this afternoon. That's almost 12 hours. I've been working on this paper since... not as long. I can't remember. Tomorrow, pack, walk around, visit friends. Day after, home. It seems so far away, but I'm thankful that once this paper is finished, I can wait for it to come, and I don't have to do anything; it will come no matter what. I can't say that about homework, or finals, or any of that. I want to make something inevitable my focus again. Almost done..