Oh, Misters Rutter and Sroufe, you're killin' me, dudes. Killin' me.
You know those nights, right before a final when you remember that you have to read some 30 page case study/article/scholarly essay printed in double columns and typed size 6 font, and you're like FUCK, its 2am, lets do this shit? You sit down on your bed, fighting the urge to just lay down, and get under your warm covers and fall asleep and dream of anything other than Child Developmental Psychopathology. You pick up the waste of trees that is that 30 some odd page article written by two ancient Psychopathologists and you begin to read. Your eyes get blurry, perhaps even run cross-eyed; they sting and burn and squint and water to make out those tiny little words that even your 20/20 vision can't really clearly make out without putting the paper inches away from your nose.
And then, as you're half way through the paper, which is really just way too many words, written by these two way too old guys telling you that development is probabilistic, not deterministic, which you already knew, you realize that you've already fucking read this essay for another fucking class and that you were just too fucking tired and exhausted and beaten down by finals that you didn't even notice until, for the five millionth time in the first 15 pages of double columned 6pt font essay, some REALLY old man with nothing better to with his life says "again, development, contrary to previous popular belief. is probabilistic, not deterministic".
And then you shoot your brains out.
No? Don't know what I'm talking about?
Oh. Ok, never mind, it just must be me then.