Huddle, team. Huddle.
Okay, so instead of acknowledging that studying is futile and admitting that we're probably going to fail all of these exams anyway and mentally resigning ourselves to a life of making babies and taking copious amounts of Valium to get through the rigors of trophy wife-dom, we are going to implement a new strategy.
We are going to pretend (for the next week or so) that every bit of knowledge we attempt to cram into our brain is logical and was meant to be there. And of course we're going to remember it come test day, because we are a sponge for knowledge. Hell, we are the sponge. And our stupendous ego will over ride all doubt or logic or reasoning that may plague us in the week to come.
Break!
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*in a high-pitched, whiny voice*
But if we're sponges, we might absorb unwanted knowledge which can result in our imminent failure of the said exams. And with this failure in motion, how can we expect to contribute to the economy upon the graduation from our studies? Our duties as college students appear to be nothing more than a governmental way of placing us into the American workforce in order to acquire our valuable tax money, which in theory, makes us nothing but cattle in the grand scheme of this bland existence we have so carelessly placed ourselves upon. So in failing to successfully complete the said exams, won't it make our lives meaningless? Sponges ma'am, I think not.
My attempt at trying to sound like a well-educated, upper class white kid seems to have failed... I like tuytles.
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