Mehhhhhhhh.
I have eyebags. My classmates think I’m mad. My notes are all over the place. Moodiness is seeping in. (which explains the previous adolescent-hormone laced post) SMSes and phone calls asking about this paper and that paper start coming in. I have two pencil cases. My bag is light. Procrastination gears start working. This time, I’m reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
It’s exam season again.
