
Seriously, when you’re one of only five students who are putting forth any effort…
I swear, if I don’t get a decent grade on all this stupid work in my Composition II class, I’m getting my poetry published in as many journals as possible.
And I will pay for an extra copy of each one.
And I will hand-deliver them to my professor’s office, bookmarked.
This is probably the least masculine threat I have ever made.