Discussion in 'Picture Threads Archive' started by Arakhor, Nov 26, 2013.
No thanks to Obama and his covenant Act, my workweek has been reduced from five days to three days .
more time to mess around
Finals week crap just keeps piling and piling and my computer still doesn't work and right now I'm in a sort of paralysis where I use library computers to browse forums.
you'll figure out finals after first year
I found out that only first year classes have finals.
My multiple second-year classes with finals beg to differ.
Rant: No, I do not have spurs that jingle jangle jingle. Now get out of my head, you stupid song!
Also, use of the following, highly arrogant, condescending, and counterproductive smileys should be punished with crucifixion. First offense. Second offense, maybe a few days in jail. The following is merely a warning and not actual use:
But let me get this clear: punishment for the first offence is crucifixion, but for the second only a few days in jail? That's a strange schedule.
And, I should point out, you'll have to catch me first.
Well, according to this man, a lucky prisoner will get away with crucifixion for the first offense.
No! I'm Spartacus!
wut all my classes, besides my joke first year material science class, have some form of a final. what kush are they smoking at iowa?
No. Less days working = less money.
just coughed so hard I feinted for a second and fell down face first.
and now the damn dog is vomiting everywhere
Well that makes for an interesting afternoon in the Hobbs' household.
Monday night is the farthest from next Monday as could possibly be.
Probably not sciences.
In all my undergrad I got one class that didn't have a final exam.
I loved finals though, I didn't procrastinate during the year, so I didn't really have anything to do during the couple weeks of finals except hang out, drink, and write the actual exams.
I wanted to buy Portal 2 with the Steam sale, but given my billing address is in another country, it's just more bother than it's worth.
Makes you wonder what he was doing when you were out.
Every history/literature/language class I took had some form of final exam or paper, often both.
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