It's....

It's a 2x4 cell that lays out as an excuse for a lounge. It's 2:18 am. It's three first year college students working over calculus books. It's one college girl with a backwards sleep schedule. It's sitting here, awaken and now restless. It's just the way college go.

Weird sleep schedules, procrastination, restlessness, and aimlessness. It's trying to hard for body to keep with our brain that's trying to keep up with our professors. And we will continue to work to all hours with caffiene, cereal and friends with nudging elbows to keep us awake. It's the bartering of answers for favors, and just a few more minutes and maybe hours of sleep.

Our bodies stiff, eyes red, hands dirty with the filth of our academic pursuit. 

It's their first year, they don't know all they get at the end is a piece of paper. That and an awkward pat on the back from someone who haven't seen since Freshman convocation. 

Even for those that know, we're still sit here. Stiff, tired, and stressed. It's being stretched to the brink of humanity. It's the college way of life. 

And it doesn't play fair.