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

[stubbornskeptic]

If I tore a page out, would that show up on your journal too?
I don't think I've ever tried something like that.
And of course you would, Dirky dear.
You're practically psychic, you're so good.

[toocoolforthis]

There's no time like the present to find out, is there?

[stubbornskeptic]

Oh, curse you!
Now I just have to know.
Hang on, tearing the next page out!

[Rrrrrip!]

[toocoolforthis]

All of the sad faces.
:( abounds.
My journal remains undamaged.
I guess it makes sense. This thing would be inconvenient as hell if everyone's book got ruined just because one student dropped it in the lake.

[stubbornskeptic]

An excellent point, my dear Dirkson!
As much as I was hoping for a more exciting, might I say magical discovery, the truth prevails over all!
Hoo hoo, oh well.
I suppose I'm not angry in the end, actually.
You do know how to goof me right off into giggles, Mr. Strider.