Tap, tap, tap. Alongside a few footsteps from the proctors, that's all Nat can hear in this packed lecture hall slash exam room. Filling in a C on her card, she clears her calculator for the umpteenth time and moves to the next question. Why a midterm had to take place at nine in the morning is beyond her, though at least she's faring better than Yasmine just a few seats away. The quiet is making it really hard to focus, Nat having to snap herself back into focus twice this hour.

And with a ring of a buzzer, the midterm's over. She lets out a long sigh as she makes her way down to the front desk, hands her test and card to a proctor, and packs her materials in her bag at the front of the room. Heading out past talk of resonance structures and filled carbons, she promptly leaves. A nap is called for, like, now.