Picture the scene: "Typical Summer-College Morning"

You're sleeping. You stayed up until 3am studying for that "quiz" you have tomorrow, and you don't really care what time it is because you're tired and dead asleep. Then, the nokia chime sounds off in the yonder distance. "What is that annoying noise?" you ask yourself. "Is it important? I can't seem to remember..." and then the noise fades. Then, again you hear that noise. Suddenly you remember that your ringer is sounding. "Oh right - I studied for a test, and now I have to wakeup and go to University."

Begrudgingly, you wake up and eventually you pull yourself together enough to leave the house. You step outside the door to find yourself in the midst of a flood. This is no gentle rain falling from a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end and the sun shining in the distance through hazy clouds, no, this is a monsoon that offers you a shower in your clothing. Great.

OK. Finally you arrive at University. You've been studying for this test for hours now. It feels more like days, but you're trying to feel pumped. "I'm gonna do well!" you tell yourself, "I will succeed if it kills me, (which is likely since you stopped believing in sleep last week)."

So you run to class while it rains cats and dogs and you squelch your way to the classroom. And guess what? The air conditioner in the classroom is trying replicate the climate of the ice age. No matter that you learn international business and NOT history. Well, at least you wont fall asleep during class. How can you if you're shivering the entire time? See, it was a good thing that you wore the sweater today, but since you got drenched running through the rain it's little help at the moment.

Anyways, class is beginning so you sit up and pay attention. It's fun to watch the teacher hugging himself in an attempt to keep warm while teaching. And teaching. And teaching... But, it's time for the teacher to stop now. He said he'd stop to give you 50 minutes for the quiz. Right? Well, the plans have changed. He tells the class that we only need 25 minutes for the quiz. It's easy he says. So you and everyone else fidget and hug yourself for another twenty minutes waiting to take the quiz that everyone stayed up all night studying for.

Finally, you can take the quiz! You look it over first to get a lay of the land. "Um, where is the blank map that we were going to be tested on?" you ask yourself. You know, the one that you spent hours memorizing. You know, the assignment that you were the only student that actually did it. "No matter for now," you think, "let's get to it. I only have 22 minutes left." Then you realize what's REALLY wrong. It's the quiz itself. Could it be possible? "AHHHH!!!" you scream quietly. The quiz is on information from the first half of the chapter. You know, the part with information that was drowned amidst numbers, history dates, and meaningless, useless words. "Oh the cruel injustice of the world!" you think. Well, the only consolation is that you actually read/studied/tried to memorize this material so you probably did just fine. Oh, right. And you're probably the only student that did that as well.

AND, at the end of the day all you can really think or say is, "I'm tired..."