The College Tree

This is a tree.  My body is buried under it.

Why?  Because this tree killed me.

Oh, I don’t mean I fell out of it when I was a kid and hit my head.  No, when I was in college, I was listening to Daft Punk to clear my head before an exam.  Trust me, it helps.  Anyway, I was blasting my music because I was really stressed when all of a sudden, I heard a knock.  I figured it was the RA, so I checked the door.  No one.  As I closed the door, I turned around and flipped.

There was the tree, which had apparently walked all the way from the dining hall.  It asked me in a deep, gruff voice to turn the music down, since it was trying to sleep.  In fairness, it wasn’t very nice about it, so I guess it made sense that I screamed, yelled “demon tree,” and jumped out the window to attack it.  It moved aside and instead of catching me, it let me fall and hit my head.

Nine days...

Nine days left until the end of the universe.  After that, it was very likely that everything inside it would cease to be.  But what was there to do until then?  Surely, once the deadline came, any and all accomplishments of humanity would be wiped away, thus making glory and acclaim irrelevant.  What would people do?  Would people rush to do what they always wanted?  Would they find some way to fight the end?  Would they still make a grab for glory and finish that one book that they wanted to share with the world?  Or would they sit back and wait for the end to come?

It all comes down to personal tastes, it seems.  Some may spend their last days in happiness while others would wonder what the point of it all is.  The real question is: what would you do if you knew the end was coming?