Right now, time is of the essence. In studying, one often realises that any wastage of time could result in not being able to complete a certain deceptively important part of the syllabus, which would then result in big fat Fs on your exam scripts and you rolling over the ground from a ditch filled with radioactive experimented-on algae onto a dingy American highway into the path of an equally dingy truck doubling the speed limit leaking gasoline the entire way, while a dirty looking truck driver is smoking an obviously imported Cuban cigar and throws it into the path of your petroleum-soaked carcass. A barbed-wire gown is then thrown onto you upon reaching the emergency room, while a nurse hooks you up with seawater and Gatorade on the IV. You are then suspended in an upside down straight jacket while the odor of a thousand hairy armpits are used as an anaesthetic, which if nothing gets you a good look up the nurse's skirt, if it wasn't for the fact that the nurse bears a larger resembelance to a cross between a sumo wrestler and a firefly than anything else. She wears contacts too, one that says "Grim Reaper" and another that says "Hell is Fun", and sharkfins instead of arms.

As you can see, wasting time could be potentially perilous. The Sword of Damocles swings over your head like a pendulum when you're a JC student.

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When I find out who I am,
I'm gonna know just what to do.
When I pull myself together again,
I'm gonna give myself to you.