I KNOW someone has had to have taken this class between 2007 and today, so why am I not seeing any reviews from the last decade?

So many nuisances, so little space, one unanswered question: why would a man be there?

I’ve been fooled by them one too many times.

I am not the one.

Hunched back, clacking keyboard, staring into the abyss; these are the required parts to writing that one detailed and much needed 500 word email to your professor about the most important thing you could ever imagine.

I just wanted a milkshake.

Is black mold exposure sufficient grounds for an extension?

The printers can sense fear…

I don’t even drink coffee.

For a true joke too late for April Fools and a horror story too early for Halloween, read below.

Please put me out of my misery.

All this could be solved if the gates were re-opened…

Why can't we just call them something else if they are not in the MIDDLE of the semester???

Why would a man be there?

Is it wrong to wish my English professors would teach ’til death do us part?