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-Time flies when you’re having fun. And when you’re writing a paper. Maybe it’s the same thing. Decide to skim the reading before writing, and 3 hours pass. Make notes, check the time, it’s 4am. But wait outside in the rain, in December, for the taping of a show you don’t watch, and we’re wetter than the sidewalk while it’s still 5:14am. The sole reason being finals week, when it is only logical, if not mandatory, to pursue absurdly unnecessary early morning activities. In the rain. A half hour later, it’s 5:16am.
-The semester is (finals are) almost over. Which would be great, if it weren't accompanied by college is almost over. And if it weren't accompanied by the “I have grosser pictures of you than you have of me” contest with Jose. Nobody wins when you play that game, except observers. My suitemate.
-Louis Zukofsky's "A"
-The semester is (finals are) almost over. Which would be great, if it weren't accompanied by college is almost over. And if it weren't accompanied by the “I have grosser pictures of you than you have of me” contest with Jose. Nobody wins when you play that game, except observers. My suitemate.
-Louis Zukofsky's "A"