I pissed a classmate off the other day. It was in my Western Civ class. We just got our second exam back. This was one of those major exams. The second of three. The girl near me was saying to a friend that she studied for an entire week, but she still only garnered a low C. So, she turned to me and asked what I got. I wasn't trying to brag, but I did ace it. So she asked me how long I studied. I did not study. She asked me how often I read through the book. I hardly even pick it up. She asked me if I used the study guide. I used it for doodling. She asked me how I can do that. I did not have an answer. As of right now, I plan to cite this inexplicable knowledge as proof of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I have been touched by his noodly appendage. RAmen.
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Yeah, it's not like history is that hard. You just have to understand what happened.
DOY!!