OH MY. and the horror begins.
the rustling of foolscap papers
and the occasional coughs + sneezes
the clicking of pens,
some irritating lady teacher walking on the hall as if she were wearing wooden clogs from the chorchor period
the aching of the palm muscles
and the cold cold lecture hall with non-adjustable seats which our necks will break upon.
OHMYGAWD.
i'm going to wear plasters on my fingers!
the life you've always imagined.
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