we are sitting on the green sofas that are basically the staples of the school... all the students will tell you "take a nap in the music building! some of the most comfortable couches you've ever slept on." and we're complaining. about the class, about how it was taught, about the information gap that ate at everyone's psyches. it's the last day, actually. this is the only thing that is keeping me from the freedom of summer, from the paramore concert, from everything. i don't want to do it, none of us do. but we have to.
"it's 1:57. i'm going in." i loosely organize my notes, grab my backpack and head down the ramp to the classroom.
"okay, i'll catch up with you in a minute." you don't look up from your notes.
inside, everyone is scrambling with their last-minute preparations -- things they didn't quite understand are being fed into their brain as if they hadn't eaten in weeks. when the teacher finally says that it's time, you've come in and placed your water bottle on the desk next to mine. i am the first in our column so he hands me a few tests to pass back. i look at it briefly before handing you yours and i breathe out a soft "oh my God," knowing i should've studied differently. i write my name down (that's always the easiest part), and extract all the information that's been sitting in my mind for the extent of the semester. i miss a lot of things, though i'm not exactly sure how much. i just know now that it was good enough.
i've only made a few friends during this class. one of which shares my major, so i see her at least three times a week. you and i, however, only speak for the first time when you are out of pencils and i am your convenient supplier. the second time is when time is when we both have a final project to finish. i remember that day as grey haze, with walk the moon's new album playing in the background. afterward, i wish we'd met sooner, because if we did, the class might've been more fun. it might've even been something to look forward to.
we are a little ways into the test. she (my other friend) has already left. i don't remember her saying goodbye, but i think she did. there aren't many of us left in the room now, and it's bordering on three o clock. we have three hours to take this test, and i just want to get out of here as soon as possible. i'm not sure how much more i have to complete when i see you get up. and i have to say i'm kind of sad, because this is it. there is nothing after this. you smile at me, packing everything away. i look up and smile back, sans teeth, as if to say "i'm too tired for this." you seem to understand.
"good luck," you whisper.
i don't watch as you leave because i need to get this done. this is the only thing that is keeping me from the freedom of summer, from the paramore concert, from everything. i never wanted to be here. i never wanted to take this test. but you made it better. you did something.
- kiss kiss kiss, i can feel the cold changing us -