This survival journal has been discovered in a dorm lounge, reminding us of the apocalyptic nature of this specific finals season. Despite losing our collective mind over (what is, essentially) this silliness of tests, it is comforting to see mention of other humans in this note, so at least the writer is not alone and has people to commiserate with and talk to.
“The moon has begun to eclipse the sun. Or at least that’s what it seems like in my head. People here are starting to go mad. Lucas is smelling people, Jess is much more aggressive, and nobody is getting any sleep. I don’t know how much longer I can take this before I start eating my notes and studying my fried JJ’s food. Lord save my soul. If I don’t make it through, tell my mother I love her.”
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