~Flashback Continued~
~Tuesday, December 6, 2016 - Day Two of Finals Week~
"What's the point of having an open-book final when it's nearly impossible to write three decent five-page essays all in an hour and twenty minutes to begin with?" Kelsey groans before asking to see the lecture notes I've taken on 'Shakespeare's Sonnets and Sexuality,' the same notes she had missed during one of her mandatory rehearsals.
"Because when we all fail it, he can still defend his Shakespearean fanatic ass by saying that he let us use our notes," I retort as I hand over said notes to Kelsey, quite annoyed that Wright decided to give his final on the last exam day right before winter break.
"Ain't that the truth," Kelsey remarks before she starts skimming through the notes to write down the details she finds most important in her own notebook.
Like all the other students here at UCSB, Kelsey and I have back-to-back final exams this entire week and sadly, it's only Tuesday today. I already had my Media Criticism final yesterday and after turning in my take-home essay for Introduction to Cinema earlier today, I came to the campus library to study for Wright's final. It's bound to be my hardest one, so I've been here ever since. Kelsey's first official final, on the other hand, was today and after having completed it, she decided to join me for us to study together.
Ace and Hayden have been studying together as well, just not over the same material since Ace is majoring in English and Hayden in Economics. The last time Kelsey and I heard from either of them was last night, when they told us that they would be studying on the second floor of the Learning Commons today. The four of us immediately knew that none of us would get anything done if we were to study together, so it had only made sense for us to stay away from each other when it came to studying.
Kelsey and I continue to go through Wright's lecture notes and final study guide for a few more minutes, when both of our phones go off to indicate an incoming text.
"Must be one of the group chats," Kelsey says, looking for her phone underneath all the scattered papers on our table.
"If it is, can you read it out loud?" I ask when she finally finds her phone. "I'm too lazy to look for mine," I add on just as I finish summarizing the main points of my 'Origin of Sonnets' notes that I plan to use on Friday.
"It's Hayden. He's asking if we're down to meet him and Ace at Courtyard Café for a study break in ten?" Kelsey responds, indicating that the text came from our group chat with the boys. We decided to name it '404! Group Name Does Not Exist' not too long ago, when no other clever ideas had come up.
"Sure," I agree, more than happy to use the invite as an excuse to pack up the Shakespeare notes in front of me and not look at them again until later tonight. It's currently 5:00 p.m. If I can get back to the Learning Commons by seven, that still gives me an hour to review the material before meeting up with Ace to study for our Philosophy exam like we had agreed to do over the weekend. "You want to head over there now?"
"Don't have to tell me twice," Kelsey immediately retorts, already packing her things up as well after having replied to Hayden for the both of us.
After stuffing everything in our backpacks, Kelsey and I grab our phones and head on over to the café. The walk from the campus library to Courtyard Café is roughly around ten minutes, but our two lazy asses manage to get there in fifteen, instantly spotting Hayden inside but no Ace yet.
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