I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this
"hey what’s the date?"
THIS LITERALLY DIDN’T EVEN REGISTER AS INCORRECT TO ME
I READ IT AND I WAS LIKE WTF WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY NOTES THEN I SCROLLED DOWN THEN I WENT BACK UP AND I WAS LIKE DING DONG DANGIT HOW DID I NOT REALIZE
ding dong dangit