Lars: How are you doing today?

Me: I'm stressed, frustrated, annoyed....and well, feeling pretty damn shitty. You?

Well, here I am... still working on my history paper. It's taking forever, and I've realized that ( like usual) I've made things way too complicated for myself. I used to have motivation...

Motivation?

It used to drive me. Oh yeah, didn't you know? I think it's still somewhere embedded in me...but I think I'm losing it. I'm tired. Aren't you? Why is it that I work so hard for something, and in return, receive a grade not worth my work? The grade's not important they tell you. You'll to learn and develop your frickin' mind. You'll suppose to type out that paper till your fingers get cold, and your circulation slows. Don't stop, struggle along. That's a girl, smile. You'll ruin your back, and if you don't already have glasses, count on getting a pair. You won't sleep, you'll mess up your health. Your sense of reality, oh yeah, you'll lose that too. We'll nag you for this, yell at you, shout at you! Only because we love you. ONLY primary sources for evidence. Don't even think about turning your paper in late, cuz your, uh, *ahem* your grade will get lowered.
-- strokes my hand in a disturbing, harassing sort of way-- Oh yeah, but that's not important.
In the end.
You'll thank me.

Motivation? Hell fucking yeah.

" so the good boys and girls take the so-called right track/ faded white hat grabbing credits/ made the transfers/ they read all the books but they can't find the answers"

* i seriously think i'm delirious now. don't ask. but yes, go ahead and stare.
**oh yeah..don't kill me for spelling errors. can't fix that, it's inevitable.