So why do two of them have to be at the musty asscrack of dawn?
Finals aren't hard because of the studying this semester, or the courseloads. They're hard because I HAVE TO BE ON CAMPUS AT 8 IN THE FUCKING MORNING.
Boyrax was not aware that I had my alarm set for 6:30 and cheerfully woke me up at 6:22 to ask for room on the bed. I had considered telling him last night not to do that but decided not to. Now I have to go hand-write fucking essays close-reading Shakespeare because life sucks. And then I have to walk across campus to hand in an essay. Then walk back to the car, then drive to the bookstore. And it is cold.