I'm currently sitting in the back of my art history class. I just found out my final is next Thursday at 7:30 am, eff my life.
As people were coming into this class I've never wanted so bad for NO ONE to sit by me except my friend Ryan who knows I hate mornings and I don't want to talk or pretend to be nice to anyone. He just came in, late, as usual. I usually come in late with him. I'm pretty sure he felt rushed so he felt no need to come all the way back here to try and find me, unless he just doesn't care which is fine too.
So this guy came and talked to me; dislike.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON YOUR LAPTOP!?"
"homework."
"you should follow the art history powerpoint melissa, that's bad."
"i don't care."
I hate mornings and I think he noticed, so he took his usual seat on the other side of the room. I know though that he doesn't care anything about Diego Rivera or Frida Kahlo and probably knows slim to none about them. Good luck on your final, friend.
I'm done ranting. See you tomorrow internets
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