For Claude, midterms week was not the torture most of his block mates deemed it was.
That's not to say that it was not grueling, because it was. Depending on his class, it counted for a large chunk of his final grade, and as it was his last year, the pressure was definitely on. But it was a good pressure, a grounding pressure. A pressure he knew he could solve directly; study until his head hurt, rest, review, rest, repeat.
Lottie liked to compare Claude to a hermit during exams week, even though Claude was not that outgoing in general. A lack of social interactions meant that all his spare time was dedicated to preparing for midterms.
The nerves radiating from fellow students did not faze him, because Claude was good at school. He was good with books, and tests, and writing academic pa
