Even more awesome is a bear riding a shark, smoking a cigar,
brandishing a tommy gun
But it's an uphill battle. And it's even more uphill when Manbearprofessor refuses to put notes in my mailbox anymore because I leave all my graded exams in there...and all of my notes from Immunology -- actually getting my notes may help, but so would writing them in English. Anyway, so I showed up at the COP extraordinarily early to find that everyone else had notes except me. Originally I assumed that someone had removed them from my mailbox temporarily just to draw dicks all over them (again), but no one ever returned them. Thus I was left to tell Manbearprofessor that someone forgot to provide them for me, only to find out that he did so intentionally.
My reaction, naturally
So how the hell do we tackle this test? Big Shot Bob deciding he's taking no prisoners certainly doesn't help our chances. Neither do his neutered powerpoints or the fact that I literally have more material than a mere mortal binder can hold. Thursday's law exam is a victory lap compared to all of the other tests and provided you aren't remediating the Math Competence Exam, you've taken your last test at the old COP. I know, I'll certainly miss the never-appropriate temperatures, the lockers that nothing fits in, the mailboxes where "The Mad Dick Drawer" has easy access to all of my notes, and the between-class dash to what seemed to be the only Male Restroom in the hemisphere.
Awesome:
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