Inside my head (names changed to protect the innocent)

“Hmm, I’m supposed to study with Paula tomorrow. What was she wanting to study again? Oh yeah, inorganic…probably wants to go over that damn homework assignment. This’ll be like the fifth time I’ve gone over that…that’s what happens when the teacher doesn’t teach. At least we could scan it and e-mail it to him, so we could hang on to the paper copies. Wait a minute, did I ever e-mail that in? FUCK!”

To quote my mother: “You live for those little rushes, don’t you?”

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