A university town is weird place to be in early spring. Well, actually it's a weird place to be all year round, what with the ebb & flow of young navel-pierced, beer-swilling life. But it's particularly weird in the early spring, because absolutely everything revolves around exams. I've lost count of how many times in the past month I've had to patiently explain that I do not have exams - or rather, I have an exam that lasts for 5 solid weeks, with 100 examiners. I told the Boy that I'm tempted to start blowing people's minds.
"All of my exams have been cancelled. This year I found out that if you keep switching pay phones, you can call in bomb threats indefinitely."
"Just the economics exam left. I'm kind of worried, because I only showed up for one class...and I was tripping my ass off that morning!"
"Exams are the opium of those who wish to pass. I am above such mundane considerations."
"Exams?! When are they held??"
And so forth.
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Tough day at school...it just keeps going & going & going. I just wish that I could spend one day without seeing my homeroom, as they are pissing me off...to the extreme! [Insert skateboarding sound effect here]. Today they complained for a solid ten minutes about the party next week. I'm of half a mind to cancel the party and schedule a day of mandatory memorized performance, with marks given for posture and elocution. I think that tomorrow I'll remind them that their sense of entitlement is wildly inappropriate. Little fuckers.
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3 years ago today: nothing to do pre-funk funks
