dawn to dusk
frantic typing, myriad cigarette butts, and empty cups of coffee
a roadmap with a single destination
and that is
finals week.
I'm still so hungover from MCAT
(note: MCAT, not post-MCAT debauchery)
that the impending doom of exam time hasn't quite hit me.
I still find myself relating everyday words like "tone" and "blast"
to ridiculous MCAT mnemonics;
and the concept of summer is so intimidatingly foreign
that I've been cherishing every library-moment
as if it were my last.
the religious studies department has such an eloquent way
of pointing out the insatiability of time
and the painful progress of the semester