I gaze up at the clock; a momentary break from my arduous work load. The smell of dry-erase markers, and the remnants of various people who were once here, permeates this empty room... Hurried schedules and the lack of valuable time, seems to have me and everyone else in it's clutches. Like busy ants on a hill, the people move along the halls with purpose and an urgent destination. Everyone is desperate to retain information for that final test. Stress hangs in the air like a thick fog. Final week... I find myself within the halls of academia; shaping minds, injecting my opinions, and instructing on the finer points of the mundane. I hope to one day instruct on subjects that will surpass mediocrity, and propel people into success. That day will come, when I excel myself... I'll get right on that... Tomorrow...