Twas the night before exams, not a student in sight, that was not exhausted, stressed, or frustrated alright. The exams had arrived, as they all had feared, with a pen and their study guides they dressed themselves clear. “We aren’t ready”, each proclaimed. “Need more time”, was their complaint. Yet the truth of the matter, was that we all were ready for this date. Sleepless nights, unsightly bags, interrupted dreams, hunch backs, rushed homework, breakfast to go, quick outfits, runny nose, heavy eyes, parched throats, sore limbs from the coach, stuffed bags, whiny moans, stretched arms, scrunched toes, religious clock watch, minute hand, second dial, sand man, dreading plea, notes, and shrieks, “It’s too hard for me”.
We’ve waited for this day. We’ve ran ourselves down. We’ve worked and we’ve tried. Doubted then found. We can do this. It’s our year! To fight and it is clear, we are juniors and that so called fear? Is nothing compared to~ our Confidence.
A little something I thought up. I have some big tests coming up so this little number came to mind. Hope you like it! I wish the best of luck to everyone that has exams coming up! All of our work will pay off ;D!
Oh and by the way, sorry for looking so tired in this picture, I've been up since two this morning :).
What I wore:
Brown Target watch, Several other bracelets that also include a bracelet that I got from an Apache Indian Reservation (love it!), an old white Aeropostale tank, high wasted denim skirt (borrowed from mom), and thrift black lace vest
Basically a very causal day when concerning my outfit
