Revenge of the Classes
It’s past midnight. Everyone on campus is either wandering around the dorm aimlessly or sleeping.
Everyone except you.
While everyone is warm and safe in their rooms, you are running down the Promenade on a chilly winter night, hoping to lose the man dressed in black who has been chasing you from Hickman to Miller Hall.
You look behind you only to find that the man is quickly gaining on you. You turn your head back around and see your last hope: Brock Hall. With your last bit of energy, you sprint to the door and yank it.
It doesn’t budge.
You look over the railing – it’s too high to jump.
Now panicking, you scurry into a shadow, draw your legs to your chest, and hope to disappear.
You can hear the man’s heavy footsteps getting closer. And closer.
Finally, they stop. You can see the man clearly from where you sit. He is big-boned, has a thick goatee, and is wearing a trench coat that somehow compliments his scowl. He looks around, momentarily confused, and then spots you cowering in the shadows. His scowl morphs into a wicked grin.
“W-what do you want?” you whimper as the man approaches menacingly.
“Revenge,” he growls, his voice deep and hoarse.
You try to move farther back as he comes closer. “I-I haven’t done anything to you – I don’t even know you!”
The man’s grin broadens, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches into his front pocket to retrieve what you assume is a weapon. You close your eyes and wait for the end to come.
It doesn’t.
You feel something fall at your feet and open your eyes to take a better look. Before you lays a thick stack of papers filled with unrecognizable names and dates.
“What is this?”
“Revenge.”
“I don’t understand. How can this be –” before you can finish your sentence, something on the paper catches your attention. You look up at the man, your eyes now filled with understanding and fear. “No… please, no! Anything! Anything but this!”
Your begging does nothing more than please the man. His work now done, he leaves you wailing over the stack of papers.
You continue to beg as the man walks away, your eyes fixated on the two words that strike fear into your heart:
Final Exam.
The final exams are upon us, and while they may not chase us down the Promenade in the middle of the night, they do want their revenge. This week, your classes will be slapping thick sheets of paper before you and saying “This is for not paying attention,” “This is for not studying,” “This is for all the times you crammed,” or “This is just because I don’t like you.”
Whatever reason your classes are angry at you, get ready, because if you aren’t prepared, they will have their revenge.