Day 2 of Week 7
The days have become insufferably long. Rations are low today. I need to go grocery shopping. Hopefully there's enough in my pack to get me through my twelve hours of exile. Only nine hours to go now. Unless something happens. The evenings are always unpredictable.
I have no want for water. At least there's that. But morale is low. The students are tired, the teachers are restless. There's an uneasy tension building.
Midterms are coming.
It's too late to turn back. I have to go forward. To the bitter end.
Or, at least, until I get to go home and back to bed.
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