IIIII
Not only do you start drawing burning people on your desk at the end of exams, but you start correcting the grammar of other people's graffiti, and updating their disgustingly Matrix-esque cod philosophical phrases;
E.G.
"What we do in life echos in eternity."
"But what we do in exams doesn't"
"Men were given wings to fly."
"I wish I could use mine."
And my favourite piece of ruminance, culmulating after years of careful thought and consideration...
"SATS r Sh!t."
"Sits are shat"