Dank basement lecture hall.
Professor Who Hasn't Realized that Three Years of Failing Averages Maybe Is His Fault (heretofor known as Bastard) enters, carrying a large folder.
Morena: Are those the tests? Oh my gosh, I think those are the tests.
Mary: *looks* Oooh, I think they are. I need to know what I got.
Morena: *hyperventillates*
Bastard: So these are the graded tests...
Morena: *Givethembackgivethembackgivethembackgivethemback*
Bastard: ...I'm not going to give them back yet...
Morena: *kills Bastard in head*
Bastard: ...but I will put up the grades on the board without names so you can see how the class did.
Author's Note: How the hell would this accomplish anything? I don't give a flying rat's ass what anyone else got on the damn test. Just give me my own damn grade.
Morena: *looks at carnage on the overhead. The class average was a 55%, and only twenty people got above a C. That should give you some indication.* Oh my God I failed. I failed. So hard. No one will ever love me. I'll die alone.
Mary: So, do you want to share a box on the street? Because I don't think we'll be able to afford our own.
Morena: *more hyperventillating*
End Scene.
Just so you know, I didn't fail after all. I got a B+. So maybe I can get my own box.
2 comments:
Yeah for you.....I knew you would not fail.....:):):)
congratulations.....see you are not only lovable but you are SMART too!!! You worry almost as much as your mother:) and that is not a healthy thing......we are so proud of you thought - you are doing such a great job again this semester!!!!
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