It was extremely hard to concentrate. Tomorrow marked the last day before winter break. Being the genius you were, you decided to procrastinate on your finals until the last minute: now. So here you were, scrabbling to finish and turn in your exams before welcoming in the holiday season. There was just one problem: the booming bass that made your entire room vibrate, making it impossible to focus. Your roommate was an interesting character. There were times when she proved to be really intelligent, like the time she gave you some really sound advice when you were feeling down. Or the time she showed you how to fix the apartment wall. But there were also times when you had to remind her about the volume. This is the 18th time this month you had to tell her to turn her music down. As you made your way to her bedroom, the thumping became stronger, literally causing some of the furniture to slide across the wood floors. Once you opened her door, you were met with the scent of incense and a room filled with music gear. As you entered, she swiveled in her chair to face you before she grinned, yelling out over the thunderous bass of her music, Jada: “Yo, what’s good?! How’re your exams comin’ along?!”