except, if they somehow figure you out, you are fucked.
we got into a big argument over this in my writing class... and then finally this bitchy but correct girl said "guys, shut the hell up. if you feel that strongly about it, reuse a paper. I don't really care if you get caught and get an F in the class."
Basically... I do not understand the composition of this class. The vast majority of people in my classes, on my floor, and basically in any situation at this school where I have met people have been nice, intelligent, wonderful individuals. And yet, I hate the people in my writing class so much that I can barely restrain myself sometimes.
ignore this rant, I just need to type this shit out:
[cast of characters: new york guy who thinks it is really cool to be a dick to the poor well-meaning grad student who is teaching this class, really pretty stuck-up israeli girl, spacey girl who maybe dropped the class, jock fratboy with a beard which he keeps trimming in ugly and hilarious ways, drama-major who has a black boyfriend and do you have a problem with that you probably do, oh my god my parents are so racist they hate that I'm dating a black man and you probably do too, did you know that i'm a double major in drama and african studies, and did you know that I'm a vegetarian... et al.]