"The end is near."

So said the overenthusiastic evangelist as his car skidded off the edge of the broken bridge.

Yeah, you've heard that before, huh?
Sorry.

Stagnation has become a part of life. There's only one more week of school left, but when is it going to come?! The hours are disappearing like the trail mix from the vending machines--slowly and only when some stupid kid accidentally punches in the wrong number for a Grandma's cookie. (I know this from experience, yes.)

Seriously. School was over for the mass populace of the upperclassmen after the end of APs.
Why, then, did my math teacher give us a pop quiz? Why is my physics teacher attempting to teach (and with even less success than usual) and even giving us a final tomorrow?

Not like anyone is ready for the test. Not like anyone is going to study, do their homework, or even try to pay attention in class instead of dreaming about the summer.

Face it. There is no point in prolonging school when no one attending it is remotely motivated anymore.

This is the time of the year when the hard work of the previous five months becomes useful as a cushion. This is the time when acquiring only the bare minimum grade for a threshold A becomes the standard norm among overachievers. This is when you can turn, smirking, to your friend and claim, "I only need a 61% on the final to get an A. F--- studying!"

Precisely.

Except a large portion of grades are still determined at this point, with only 6 days of school left. Grades on the borderline are being decided with every careless move in class. Every thirty seconds spent watching the clock or picking up a dropped pencil are points being deducted from the final exam.

Why NOW?