I don't like finals week. There's not even a bit of schadenfreude in me anymore. It's just all pity and resentment. The library is overflowing and barely containing its panic. There was a girl crying in the stairwell earlier this week. She was bunched up in the corner on her phone and was sobbing things like, 'mom, I'm just NOT GOING TO GET IT DONE IN TIME!' It makes me wince. I just had to deliver the news of a huge lost item fine to a graduating senior who was frantic about having looked everywhere and the book is still missing, and she can't afford that fee! She's practically homeless already! I could never be a counselor. I cry too easily.
And of course, this is the day that I forgot to bring a bra.
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