GOLLY...

This is going to get messy.
Let me just give you a summation of how I'm feeling right now. In poetic(?) verse. Why? Because when I drop the F - bomb, I can do so in the name of art. Let's begin.
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Ode to Finals by Julie Dang

FUCK YOU.

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I find it funny how test questions manage to SKEW the English language to try to fuck you over in the most life-determining hour or two...fucking ever.

I've always preferred multiple choice questions over short answer, but when the question contradicts itself, bending backwards and flipping around like fuckin' Cirque du Soleil...I mean, come the frick on! There'd be questions that go something like "What is not never untrue, but not always true of not this never not, not?" (you may think I exaggerate, but this is a pretty close depiction to what I read after staying up so late the night before, haaaaaa...cramming.)
No one can fathom the level of FUCKERY....

Matching is my favorite, it's like marrying couples--each number has a soulmate, a life partner. Until Madame Williams came along. She comes in a fucks up the balance, making shit like "some letters can be used twice," or "not all letters will be used." Why? We're not monsters! Why does A get with 1,3 and 4, while G is all by his motherfucking self?

I never liked true or false, because the questions are so sketchy. A question would go something like "are bees black?" then a million other questions sprout in my head like "what kind of bees?" or "Honey bees are also yellow, right?" then, finally, "Why, for fuck's sake?"

*PHEW* I feel one hundred percent better, now. Going to now detach myself from all this anger and head to bed early for calc final MANANA. GOOD NIGHT, WORLD!

Love,
unafraid - of - being - an - unjustified - bitch ;D