Studying for exams always feels like a severe stomachache after a $9.95 all-you-can-eat buffet.

When your studying endlessly for days on end, it feel likes your practically stuffing yourself with everything you see on that buffet table. Steak? Yes please. Roast chicken? Got to have that. Pudding? Why not? Ice cream? Chocolate with whipped cream. Pizza? More please.

Which of course you shove down your sorry mouth.

But really all these just lead up to that strange familiar feeling. The feeling that something's not right. And then it hits you. You need a toilet. BAD.

So for the next 20 minutes, you are unable to find a toilet.
(For some reason, you are stranded somewhere and it always happens.)

That 20 minutes seems like forever, and you long for the day/minute you find a toilet. No degree of aching or groaning is going to do you any good because frankly you need to stay calm while navigating your way to your destination.

And so the moment of truth. You spot a toilet in the distance. But running would be unwise. Walk. Briskly. Take deep breaths.

As you reach the destination, all that storage and pain and everything reaches the perfect symphony as you achieve a sense of relief/release. Similar to how you would feel in that cubicle, the exam paper really is your form of release.

And whilst you enjoy the experience more than you would say...a coffee and cigarette, the end of it doesn't grant you eternal happiness. You come out feeling normal and a little empty. Because really, that was just another day in the life of a regular person. No one would know the journey from the start to the climax to the end except you.