The world of the nine o’clock student relies upon coffee and red bull and other supplies that will build up their strength to be able to pries and semblance of learning from crusty closed eyes.
Their phones held in front like a GPS system, dispelling all map reading skills to the dustbin, or tucked in their pockets against the cold air, their poor little pinkies will curl up in there.
The tutors waltz in with the vigour of death as they know that they’re stuck here until their last breath and the years roll on by with monotonous droll of another semester springs out of control.
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