You know what my problem with community college is? There's no finals week and no testing center. Geez, next I'll be missing the centipedes in our last apartment. That's nostalgia for you.
Anyway, having no testing center means I can't go take my test whenever I feel ready. It means I have to wait. And put off studying until the day before, so I can remember any of it. It means my tests hang over me and hang over me and hang over me until I want to run away, except, oh yeah, I can't run very far.
And lately, this feeling has led to the urge to sing. Christmas songs? I should be so classy. Nope, drinking songs.
I don't drink.
And not any classic Gaudeamus Igitur, either. Country drinking songs.
But just try this for me: channel all the rebellion you didn't use in college, and pump your fist in the air while singing "after... THREE ROUNDS with Jose Cuervo..." along with Tracy Byrd.
Don't you feel better?
If not, you will after you watch this:
So true. I'm dying.