'Fun lovin' always seems to have its consequences
Every time finals week rolls around, I'm repeatedly left wondering why I accepted admission to this school -- or why I chose to attend college at all. This week is a hellish time. I typically consume enough caffeine to power my flight back home, and showers are about as common as a non-heinous screw date. And at the end of the week, the Yale Bookstore "buys back" my trillions of dollars in books (the majority of which are still encased in cellophane) for approximately 22 cents. Basically, I'm left with a handful of change, a serious twitching problem and the thought, "Wow. I smell really,...
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