You can feel the despair growing every day. It's so thick you can cut it with a knife. From early morning to late night we sit there, reading and writing. Outside the sun breaks thru the clouds and gives us signs that spring has arrived. But we can't leave. Chained to the desk and chairs we study for the test or essay in the library in chains made out of our own making.
Well, it's not that bad. Of all time spent in the library it's not much that comes out due to a lot of socializing. Then again, some seem to have a lot worse then me. I don't get the worrying feeling until the end and then it gets out of control (somewhat). And I'm gonna do this again next year! Sometimes I wonder if I'm really sane.
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