finals.

I open up the crimson locker with a swift twist of my hands to find books staring back at me.
The spines read, Biology, World History I, Algebra.
Daunting names.
Frustrating lessons.
Such a long year. I'd learned so much, how am I supposed to remember all of it?
How do they even think that I can get a passing grade for this, anyways? 
She wanted to forsake it all and just go lay on the beach somewhere with a book and a lemonade next to her.
It was too much to ask, though.
She had finals week ahead of her.