*shakes*

I'm at the library, at one of the eight-person tables. Laptop in front of me, Develpment book on the left, Health Psych book on the right, outlines above that, backpack at the far end, pens and papers and binders scattered everywhere in between, two packs of cigarettes, two empty king-size reese's wrappers, a half-eaten bag of cheez-its, unopened Twix, two empty Grande cappicuinos and one full, an empty coke bottle, and an empty can of redbull.

Yes. It is finals.

And also, I'm almost sure that I've lost my mind somewhere between the first coffee and the second. I'm starting to see dead psychologists everywhere. Freud, is that you?

And did you know? Addolescents learn and model behavior after their peers as well as their parents? I didn't know this. This is news, why didn't I know this? Someone's fired.