So
today is that big test that you’ve barely studied for.
To make matters worse, you’re still shaking off last night’s
hangover. And all the shenanigans that came along with it.
You skip your shower, make sure your clothes are relatively clean,
grab a soda and trudge off to class.
Then a 2x4 lands smack dab on your head.
Not unlike the Bugs Bunny cartoons from your childhood, you find
a proverbial anvil speeding towards your dome, about to leak four
(possibly more) years of education onto the sidewalk.
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