there’s something almost poetic about sitting in a lecture hall you haven’t been to in three weeks, not having opened a single page, and still walking out with the highest score in the room. i wish life had more things that made this little sense.
there’s something almost poetic about sitting in a lecture hall you haven’t been to in three weeks, not having opened a single page, and still walking out with the highest score in the room. i wish life had more things that made this little sense.