Imagine her on the study room. She gets plastered on everything, taking a particular liking to stouts and dark ales. Also during the ---ht she studies McDonalds for her finals, (---- nerd when drunk asf ya know?) After her ---ht of drinking she gets a kebab at 4am. She gets home and devours some broccoli.

She gets up in the morning touching cloth. A question is already awake and rubbing itself on her mind eye. She hobbles to the board holding her pencils struggling to contain the tidal wave of knowledge lapping against the shores of her inner mind. A few risky equations are squeezed out, so thick they linger. The air has a brown hue to it as she breathes back in her PhD, coating her thoughts. Now, the moment has arrived. Her mind blockages have broken, her pink pencil is positioned and the great end is ready.