I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
not everyone who blogs about social justice issues is a social justice warrior! there are social justice clerics, social justice rogues, social justice rangers, and social justice wizards, among other classes. nobody’s going to get anywhere without diversity; if you go into any boss dungeon with a party consisting entirely of social justice warriors and expect to beat it then you are going to be sorely disappointed.
does anyone ever just slip into a mood where all you do is wander aimlessly around your house and narrate your feelings and actions in your head like you’re in a novel