So, who actually went to class today? You’re one of the few. If you go tomorrow, you can be proud as a fucking Marine (you know, before the military went to shit). Except you won’t be going of your own accord. You’ll be stuck in class while all your friends are enjoying a long, relaxing Turkey Day weekend with their families, all because your fucking professor just haaaad to assign a paper due in class on Wednesday afternoon. He does this probably because he hates happiness, and probably freedom and puppies, too. I hate him so much.

Tomorrow’s forecast: The ‘human begrudgingly attends class after an all-nighter of energy drinks and library books, only to realize that the paper is due next Wednesday. Shit.