"I wake up every morning a few more hours away from another three hour session in which I will be asked to regurgitate four months worth of educational material inside a small blue book. This regurgitation of material is all for a greater quest to receive the first letter of the alphabet scrawled in red ink from a ball point pen across the front of my work by a professor who would probably rather be else where just as much as I myself would like to be. As I stated in the last post, it is once again finals season on campus. Like one last remaining boulder waiting to be pushed out of the way before the floods of summer can overwhelm, we find ourselves doing daily battles on quiet library floors in preparation for our final scholarly showdowns. It seems like all of my heroes dropped out of college. None the less, onwards we press."
