Isn't it nuts how you can be expected to write stuff, make a convincing argument, and be satisfied with it such that you give it to someone else and they give you a grade at how good you are at doing it? I hate it. But I have to prove I've learned the material somehow, I guess.
Just have to get through the time of terror, the time of Essays and Tests and, alas, Exams.
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A short story of fluff and gender, and comfy collapse after a trial.