So, how does a student, who's got a final in the afternoon, spend his morning? Noting that he's probably done everything within his power to prepare for the exam and that he's a little nervous, which caused him to arise from sleep at 6.30 AM, thereby lengthening the endless morning with at least an hour and a half. What does he do?
He gets out of bed, starts up his computer and says 'Good morning!' to his housemates. The ones that are awake, at least. After the computer arises from the night as well, the student checks if his remembrance of time and location of the test is correct, a chore that is going to be repeated many, many times before time and place actually coincide. Relieved of the fear of corrupted memory he takes a shower and retires with a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereals behind his newspaper. Reading about worldly matters completely irrelevant to the upcoming final, he wonders if he'll have enough time to complete the test. He returns to his computer to check how much time the professors are going to give him, three and a half hours. Profound that the test is still going to be at the sports center, in the afternoon, he realizes that after the allotted time has tick-tocked away his concentration probably will be gone too. So time, at least, isn't going to be an issue.
'What to do next?' he wonders. There's an unread copy of The New Yorker right on his desk, so he decides to look for an interesting story. Voila, another half hour has passed. This is going good.
Hey, 'good luck' wishes from his parents. 'Perhaps I should send them an email,' he thinks. After thanking them for their wishes and having explained his activities of the past couple of days he wonders what he should describe next. The strange feeling he's had since the morning in his lower belly? He's still not sure whether it's a manifestation of the nerves or the remainder of yesterday's too greasy pizza being processed. So probably not. It's probably a good idea to check if his recollection of place and time still match up with the U's. Thank God, they still do.
Back to the email. What to write? Back at breakfast table, he didn't spill any of his cereal while spooning it from the bowl to his mouth. But that's probably not worthy to mention. How he spent at least a quarter of an hour drumming with his hands on his desks to an Arcade Fire song then?
'Bwuh, this is not going to work,' he thinks, whereupon concluding his email.
Only two hours left, whoa, where did that time go? He continues wondering about the best toilet-visiting strategy, so that he doesn't have to take a leak during the test. The second mug of coffee he just poured himself probably isn't a very good idea, so down the drain with that. Damn, now the drain is brown. After three flushes there's only some coffee left in the places where the sink is damaged. 'I can live with that, as long as it isn't going to live a life of it's own,' he thought.
Upon sitting down behind his desk again he all of a sudden feels a rush of fear about his Student-ID, because if he's unable to produce it from his wallet at the final everything is doomed. Where is it? The innocent wallet shows nothing but two bank cards, a credit card and a drivers license. After microseconds of panic he realizes he hid his Student-ID in another compartment of his wallet.
Just another hour. 'Perhaps it's fun to document this morning in written form, for the blog,' he thought, 'if I'd have lunch after that I'm probably good, time-wise, at least. Or I could check with the time and place of my test again.'
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