Everytime you begin a new term, you look for classes. During this process, you occasionally get conned into picking these “magic” classes that have no real exams, just an end term take home homework or a final project. You then, all excitedly, sign up for said classes under the foolish assumption that your end term is going to be fun, since you won’t be cramming like the rest of the populace.
Of course, end term comes, and the random people with finals slog one half-evening and get their tests over within a few hours, tops.
And you’re stuck in a room at 2 AM for the second consecutive night working some “take home”, still having made no noticeable progress.
Well, fuck.
pundit@emphaticallystatic.org
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