Amazing how these things happen, you know? the places into which one puts oneself, self placement exams, sort of the same idea, how life is, a series of choices, and when does the coordinator say stop, put your pencils down, close your booklets, and have to wait before the next section starts? when do we get results back, decide we want to go through it again, sign up, go through all the motions, all the pain and agony, and wait again for the scores? what am i doing up at 3:35 in the morning, my time? what is it exactly that draws me to consciousness? ramen's a good thing to have, a necessary component to studentness, that of which is being a student, or student like, and i can't help but wonder, and wish, and pray, and honest to god, such things just weren't meant to be.