My favorite desk in the Law library is the one on the fourth floor right by the elevator. I had claimed it since 11am this morning. An elderly lady with bright blue eyes approached and asked me how I was.
“Fine, and yourself?”
“Good. Studying hard?” she asked, her voice cracking a bit.
“Yes,” I lied.
“Oh you poor soul.”
“It’s not that bad,” I said, “my last final is tomorrow.”
“Oh so you’ll be done with all your final exams tomorrow? Your last one?”
“Yes.”
Her elevator came.
“Oh, that’s good then. I’ll say a special prayer for you.”
I thanked her and said goodbye as she disappeared into the elevator. I then closed my laptop, and went back to my much-neglected textbook.
