Drips, dabs and niggles of wind-kissed students stagger into the lecture theatre with pokes, shoves and snipes to awaken their lethargic friends for they need to claim a seat. Baleful glances and exclamations of “I'm up!” meld into the burbling sounds of a 8am Friday Chemistry lecture.
Minutes pass and nightly escapades are shared with drunken affairs, rushed assignments and quests for sleep are the main topics. The occasional wish for coffee and fear of a upcoming test waft above the noise. Amongst the chattering youths are those who have succumbed to the tempting comfort found in a cool desk and folded arms.
A bang reverberates through the lecture theatre, the lecturer striding in. His dark clothes and still slightly sheet-rumpled face belaying another early start to the day. Couples hush each other, the vocal susurruses cuts off, sleepers are roused while the newly arrived rustle out their pens and paper, it was time to revise.
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