I'm doing my impression of a Neantherdal man this week.

"So, how are you today?" Rita asked.

I grunted, and dragged my feet along the corridor. I created an exaggerated hunch with my backpack. I looked at her with a disgruntled air.

"That bad?"

"I'm so hanging out for the holidays. I need a break," I said.

Five weeks, y'll. No formal classes for five weeks! Oh, bliss - to a certain extent.