It's Not Over ('Til It's Over)

Dead Week. The week before finals. Time doesn't exist in the library. All watches on the fourth floor are broken. The gazes are fixed on the computer screens. No talking. The sounds of silence and keystrokes. Every once in a while someone rises to zombie to the bathroom. When the lights flicker at midnight it's a signal that the library closes. I move to the 24-hour study room. There is no air left inside. I push through the pain of burning eyes and lack of sleep. In a week it will be over and I will rise like the phoenix from the ashes.

Youtube is gone. He went home to Brazil two days ago. He was the first to sign my skateboard. Alvright will be next, he returns to Chile after the finals.