College is designed to kill people. Of that I am certain. Our middle-aged counterparts wouldn't be able to last with this kind of schedule for more then three weeks. And I have several more YEARS of this.
I'm too tired to even come up with a title.
I'm too tired to even come up with a title.
posted by juxtaposer at 4:05 PM
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title ::pooped co-ed
Eh, I don't know your music well, but how about "I still haven't found what I'm looking for"? ...
I actually benefitted from continued sloth in my undergraduate years... but I'm payin'... oh yes, payin' for that now. So think of busting your can now as an investment in a leisurely future, albeit riddled w/ maddeningly intelligent children.
(It brings to mind some of the stories of one of my professors, whose daughters were likely cerebral as she was; case in point: one of her daughters as daughters do got in to her make-up and, after having donned lipstick and perhaps a feather boa/elegant dress, looked in the mirror and proclaimed to herself, "I'm RAVISHING!" How cute and cool is that?
Anyway, I'm feeling tangential. Sue me.
Oh, and it irks me that I forgot to enclose the above parenthetical, so ")"
Kinda like how Sam wants to breed me to create a race of superchildren?
My title of choice would be:
"TEACHERS, LEAVE THEM KIDS ALONE."
Or maybe that line including the couple of lines before it:
"WE DON'T NEED NO THOUGHT CONTROL, NO DARK SARCASM IN THE CLASSROOM ... TEACHERS, LEAVE THEM KIDS ALONE."
I think we should have a contest. Well, or maybe a better word for it would be "game". If Whoever guesses the right song for your post title (without looking it up or looking at other comments) gets a point. Once you get a certain number of points, you get a prize. Or, the first one to like, 20 wins or something. That prize could be...Otter Pops. Mmmmm.
the ad sez we're "quality views"
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