I've got a PILE of random stuff due tomorrow morning and I can't even motivate myself to twitch a finger to do it. I used to be almost obsessively compulsive about doing all my work and getting high grades but four years of spending time in the same room with those fucking retarded idiot morons (wait, sorry, professors) seems to have finally leeched straight down into my marrow.
The best thing that's happened to me in the past four weeks is the morning I couldn't stop imagining Professor Fletcher getting beaned by a meteorite. He probably thinks I'm cracked because I spent the last twenty minutes of the class literally shaking with suppressed laughter.
I hate getting reminded every single day that I'm paying thousands of dollars a month to be taught by imbeciles and pretending I think they're intelligent.

Goddamn homework...
PS: Exception: specific integrated studies professors who actually exercise their brains.