Ten, Twelve, Two, Four.
Studying, cramming. Tension.
Sleep?? Alarm! Coffee.
Mugged hard? Remember
battles and growth and Freud and trade.
Damn. Give me my book.
Spell check. Time check. Neat?
Invigilator stares. Cripes.
Four questions down. Help.
Exams at an end.
Entrances begin now. Boo.
Oh God, kill me now.
A world I had checked out of, a long while ago; but not really left!
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