Write about something that has been: extended.
Brain all melty.
Night night sleep time.
I rose from my desk slowly, sore muscles protesting at the sudden movement after having been still for so long. My chair was high quality, but I don't think anything could have kept me comfortable for the amount of time I'd resided in it.
As I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, I could hear running in the hallway. I did my best to hurry, as I'd dealt with more than enough students for one day - especially that twenty minute session with Chloe in which she mostly discussed the cultural relevance of Beyonce - and I wasn't interested in any last second questions.
Alas, I am too old and too slow. Just as I was closing my office door an arm dove through, clutching a thick roll of papers in its fist. The thump of the body attached to it hitting the floor outside was quite impressively loud.
"Yes, Tommy?" I could have recognized that dolt's voice in Central Station during rush hour.
"I've got my Trump essay! Did I make it in time? Please tell me I made it in time. I ran all the way from my dorm!"
"Ah, so that's why you weren't in class this morning."
"Sorry about that, sir. I just thought it was more important to get this done on time than to... uh... to..."
"Listen to me drone on about some nonsense you don't really care about?"
"That's not what I was going to say!"
"Well, Tommy, if you had been in class this morning, you may have heard me drone on about extending the deadline for this assignment."
"... You did?"
"I did. Now would you please be so kind as to get your arm out of my doorway so that I may go home? Or should I go fetch my knife and... that's a good lad."