A few pieces of white paper, printed with black ink and held together with a piece of metal, also known as a staple. That is what's standing (or, in this case, lying on the table) between me and my freedom. Yes, a few sheets of clean white paper splattered with specks of black and clipped with a tiny little staple, is stopping me from my blissful, uni- and studies-free 6 week long wonderful holiday. *sigh*
I've been preparing for this battle, the last battle of this long and draining war will be important. Like how the last lap of the F1 race can determine who wins first and second place, or how the last straight stretch can determine the winner in a 400m run. It may be the final battle, but it doesn't make it any easier or less important.
I have my "weapons" to aid me in this war - pen, pencil, calculator. I have my "armour" to protect me from "attacks" - eraser, liquid paper. I have my battle plans and strategies - formulas, theories, calculation methods - in my head (well, maybe not all, but trying to get most of them in).
Good luck for the last battle!