Final Exams are the plague. They are not like the plague. These final college exams don't simply deprive me of sleep and make me a cranky crazed roommate. No. There is no metaphor here. I'm dying. Omg! The kid on the computer next to me just fell to the floor!... fuck, now he's snoring down there.I hadn't planned to have to do this so soon, but these are desperate times and I fear I won't make it to see Friday. This will be my last post ever. Cause I'll be dead. Via academia. If the police ever come to question you about it (hahaha) you may give them the names of Professors Smith, Stine, Ozernoy, Kelly and Withers.
Good night, and good luck. it's only noon?!?!
*photo of student leaving Gelman library (age 22)
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