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So, I'm writing a paper for my Chaucer class, right? It is only five pages, but it is due at noon tomorrow. We aren't allowed to put our name on it; only our social security code so that it is anonymous while he reads. Instead of writing my paper, however, I have just typed up five pages of wingdings font in the proper formatting, printed it out, stapled it, and put it in my backpack so that I can put it in his box tomorrow (along with my real one, of course, hopefully placed away from the wingdings Chaucer paper). I've just been laughing for the last four minutes to myself, and sometimes out loud, thinking about my professor's reaction. Ah, but you know, it isn't funny at all because I still don't have my paper finished. Yeah, I suck. And now I'm writing in here. Damnit.