Piss on finals. Anyone else who wants to vent a little please join this thread.
I hate having to miss workouts/meals so that some visiting Harvard professor can be certain that I know such poignant details as who the half- brother of the Roman Empress Galla Placida was, and what “homiousos” means. And while I’m at it, who gives a shit what “stylobate” and “entasis” are (I fucked that up on last night’s Ancient Art History.)
p.s. if you feel like coming on and telling us how much harder “real life” is and all that, please don’t bother. This is specifically aimed at disgruntled-haven’t-slept- in-a-week-because-of- oops-I-missed-the-exam-nightmares-having College T-folk.