Second Beat

[toocoolforthis]

A public service announcement, since it seems that all of you are extremely in need of the reminder:
There is less than a month left of school.
(You're welcome.)

To be precise, there are twenty-three days left. Slightly more than three weeks. Only seven of those are exams, so approximately 30% of our remaining days will be spent in torture.
In terms of hours, it's even less. 23 days is 552 hours. There are 40 total hours of exams remaining. Comparatively, that means 7% of our time, and all of it before the end of May.
I could compare that to the amount of time in your lifespan, or that the universe has existed, but I don't want to write that many fucking decimals.
It will be over soon. Don't give yourselves aneurysms.

Comments

[streetsmarts]

You can take the boy out of the numbers but you can't take the numbers out of the boy, huh?

You get your jollies from reminding people over stuff they should've known ages ago? Is it a calculator kink or something?

[toocoolforthis]

You've gotten it exactly right. I'm so ashamed that the school has to find out this way, but nothing is hotter than a calculator.
Have you seen some of the graphing ones?
Meee-ow.

[streetsmarts]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure regular calculators are about as much good as a brick with numbers written on it here.

You've got some real competition here if you wanna be a model league number cruncher you sadistic bastard.

[toocoolforthis]

Oh, I know.
As much as I dream, I can only be a wizard, not a prime piece of technology.
It makes me cry myself to sleep at night, but I've accepted it.

[streetsmarts]

Hey now. If TV has taught me anything, you can be anything you want to be, kid. Just don't fall into a coma or whatever, they might try to replace you with someone better looking.

[toocoolforthis]

Or with someone actually capable of doing the job.
Somehow, I think I can avoid a coma, though.

[streetsmarts]

I'm sure you're plenty capable of being an inanimate object, man.

Don't be so sure about that.

[toocoolforthis]

That sounds like a threat, dude.
Are you threatening my budding stardom?
How dare you.

[streetsmarts]

Does it? Huh.
Guess it does.

Chill out, stardom ain’t my bit. If anything I’m just coercing you into making me your manager. I can get us all the drugs and easy guys and girls that fame could ever offer.

Or goats. Y’know. Whatever you’re into.

[toocoolforthis]

I am seriously considering your very serious offer.
So seriously, in fact, that I'd better not say anything more, lest I say something incriminating where the Professors can see, and get myself expelled from school.

[streetsmarts]

Good plan.

And hey, I can walk away from this conversation knowing I can shut you up whenever I like. If that ain't slytherin, I dunno what is.

[toocoolforthis]

I look forward to seeing how and when you put this knowledge to use in the future.

[streetsmarts]

It’ll come in handy, I’m sure. I ain’t gonna bring it out all the time, though. Don’t want you to learn all my cards before I lay them down.