Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.
WHERES THE NIPPLE??
In France we used to pregame with like 8 shots in 15 minutes we were literally trash
I’m in fucking Berkeley at the bone zone with cheese in my mouth
WAIT GUISE THERE’S A CLASS CALLED "NATIONALISM, IDENTITIES, AND CONFLICT IN THE SOVIET SUCCESSOR STATE" BEING OFFERED NEXT SEMESTER, AND I THINK THE PROFESSOR TEACHING IT IS MY GUEST LECTURER FROM THE SUMMER WHO NEARLY MADE ME CRY AND GAVE ME CHILLS WITH A LECTURE ABOUT RUSSIAN FOREIGN POLICY (HOW DOES SOMEONE EVEN DO THAT AMIRITE)
I NEED TO TAKE THIS CLASS. It’s going to be small and hard to get into, but MY GOD. I NEED IT.
I want to leave this godforsaken department with happy memories—and this is the perfect opportunity for that.
HAVE MERCY ON ME, POLI SCI GODS. HAVE MERCY ON ME. I JUST NEED ONE MORE GODDAMN CLASS. AND YOU OFFERING THIS DURING MY LAST SEMESTER IS A SIGN. A SIGN!!!