10
Emma
I drum my fingertips on the cool granite table of the coffee shop I’m in, impatient. Jameson is late, even though we just made these plans to study an hour ago. After his speech at Joe’s Surf the other day, I don’t appreciate it much.
I look down at the textbook I brought, but end up pushing it away across the table. Finals are soon, a fact which is weighing heavily on me. It feels like I’m running out of hours in my day to study. That, or I’m low on actually giving a crap whether I pass my classes or not. I have done everything that I could for a whole semester; now I’ve just sort of run out of steam.
I honestly wonder for a minute whether I could pass without the finals. Of course, just not taking the final exams is kind of a pipe dream, but it is nice to imagine for a little
