I wrote this my first year in uni:
In school there is this big room close to the entrance, kind of like a cafeteria where people sit an chat, eat there lunch or sit in study groups. I was sitting in one of them study groups, studying everyday for 10 days before a test. I noticed a guy sitting in the corner, by a window, al by him self and writing on the computer.
The stacks of books was growing as the days went by. There wasnt anything special about this person, and I hardly noticed him before it got intresting that I saw him there everyday at the same place, like he never gone home at all. He was flinging trough books and drinking his coffee, minding is own business. I could see he was working hard with his essay and sometimes he was writing a lot and looking hopeful, and sometimes he was holding his head in this hands, looking awfully resigned.
The last day of the semester and finished my exam and went by my self down the steps to the cafeteria to wait for some friends that still was it the the lecture hall doing the exam. I sat down with a coke and looking out the window feel happy it was the end of the semester. As a was staring out the window I heard somewhere in the almost empty cafeteria a series of lound and exajurated clicks on a laptop. I saw this guy in his usual corner, with exajurated hand movements, cerimounialy and hard pushing the buttons on the laptop before he stoped and but this both ands on the corners of the laptop screen, held them there a couple of seconds before a close the laptop. He stacked his books in neat heaps before he leaned back and with a relief sigh looked out the window with a relaxed and happy face - he was done! I was close enough cheering him with my can of coke and saying well done!
