Somewhere A Clock Is Ticking.

The last six days will leave me smiling for the next fifteen to come--until I see your smile again.

Even if you cannot hear my voice--I'll be right beside you dear...
"Run"--Snow Patrol

Can you believe it?
Two finals done already.
Finished.
Defeated.
Brought to an end.
Fini.

You wake up--the only sleep you had was in the early hours of the morning as you pushed the snooze button for your alarm more times than you care to say outloud. You stumble out of bed when you realize you simply cannot wait a minute longer before getting ready for your exam, you figured sleep was more important than showering and looking presentable. Besides, the unkept look suits you--or so you tell yourself. You throw on your comfiest of clothes laying on the floor where you left them the night before, splash some water on your face, throw on your shoes and head out the door. It's a gorgeous day, only matched in beauty by the music of Chris Tomlin you select on your IPOD. It's 9:15am, your groggy and you most likely look like you just rolled out of bed (perhaps because you actually did). You sit down next to your friends at which point everyone tries to sum up their amazing weekends in the few short minutes that preceed the exam. A test is placed in front of you and for the next hour and a half, you become lost in this world of mathematical equations and graphs comparing blood lactate levels with time and angular velocity with force. Before you know it, you've reached the back page of the exam with a great sigh, you pick up your belongings, head to the front of the lecture hall, hand in the exam and exit through the doors from which you entered.

Finals countdown.
One in seven days.
Two in eleven days.
One in twelve days.
One in fourteen days.