"I don't, generally speaking, accept late papers or examinations. You have to have an extraordinary and documented reason for not turning something in on time. And I mean extraordinary. ~I had to work~? How extraordinary is THAT. Excuse me, don't -- I'm guessing most of the people in this room ~work~. Maybe some of you don't, but, I do, and probably most of you do... that's not extraordinary. That's... ordinary. Um, ~my computer is destroyed~. No. Make sure your technology works. That's like saying ~oh I can't take this exam because my pencil isn't sharpened~. What's the matter with you. Being in an oxygen tent? That's extraordinary. I wanna SEE that oxygen tent, though. I wanna turn off the switch and see if you suffocate - are you gasping for air? Okay. Then we got a real situation."
So, I mean, I think we all know that I DO have an EXTREMELY EXTRAORDINARY AND DOCUMENTED REASON if all my shit is late next week, Y/Y? I WILL SHOW HIM THIS...
... AND HE WILL UNDERSTAND. Because I WILL need a fucking oxygen tent, and I WILL be struggling to breathe. And he'll be like, "Oh my god Liss, I had no idea. Just... forget all the work, just forget it, it's okay. It is a tremendous feat that you are even still living, and for that I commend and reward you. A++, on your way, off you go, bb." AND THEN I WILL RETIRE TO THE LISS!CAVE. TO PHOTOSHOP AND EDIT UNTIL ARMAGEDDON.