Terms.

You know what's really bad?

Barely passing Terms with the knowledge that you could have gotten good marks for Terms.

You know what's horribgibly, gastranomically, terrifyingly bad?

That Terms are ending.

Because what's more fun than coming home after hours in an air-conditioned room, slumping in your chair and blasting infected denizens of Pensylvania until dinner beckons, then blasting Russians with a wireless controller and funny dialogues, not caring at all about having to do homework because you have none?

Oh, oh I know!

What's more fun is that Terms are ending tomorrow.

-1.41p.m, 1-7-09