It’s the middle of the final exam, the end of the semester, and your grade depends on this one test. And then this chill hits the air, your eyes begin to cringe, and the sensation in your nose becomes overwhelmed with the visible dust particles that hit the rays of sun beaming in from the window. You desperately begin to search every corner of the room for the comforting look of the light green box with lotiony pillow soft tissues, or the relaxing rectangular pink shaded box of Kleenex. But they aren’t there, and ACHEW, it just got awkward.