Disclamer: I have no grudge against the professor, I am just currently so pissed.
Earlier, we had our P.E class. It was our first time meeting him, and he made urgent announcement that we had to commute to another branch of our school. Perhaps because the gymnasium there was bigger compared to the main campus. It was a hassle, but I didn't mind. Mind you, in that big ass gymnasium, we had BLEACHERS and CHAIRS. He made us sit down in those MUSTY ASS PUZZLE RUGS that looked like they haven't been maintained for ages. I HAD WHITE PANTS, and we still had another class to attend to. I had to smile through the pain as I foreseen myself scrubbing the hell out of my white jeans later. After the his class, we had to go back — and I looked like I rolled around in an attic that hasn't been touched for years.
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