"I will. I'm also going to make said Easy Mac, since you reminded me that I'm hungry." Isaiah wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear, and headed toward the suite's small kitchen.
"Uh...graduation's at the end of May, but my last final is the 15th, I think," he continued, filling the cup with water and popping it in the microwave. "They give us those two weeks to drink, collapse, and recover in time for the ceremony, I think."