But also seeing as that because of the exams, our lives have become void of anything human. Except human biology, which, no one really needs to know. You don't need to be an anatomist to make babies with your wife. Unless there's a dysfunction, of course, because then you'll need a lot more than anatomy classes.
The week's been rather dry, I'd have to say. But then, there's that inexorable amount of homework and test papers, and practice pieces and whatever else they throw at us. I'm almost totally ignoring anything mathematical, and trying to stay on top of the sciences. And then there are still those humanities to cover. Damn you, ministry, damn you for bringing our exams closer. Just so that you people can mark our scripts and send us back to school earlier next year. Gah.
But what can we do, really? We could probably storm the ministry and demand them to push our O's back, but then we'd need a siege cannon, a cavalry of polar bears, a few trebuchets, and alot of cannon fodder. The cannon fodder, being the people with 2-digit IQs. We'd also probably want a few Fell Beasts on our side, and maybe a bahamut or two. Because the demons at the ministry... they're not easy to take down. They have enormous crab-horses. They're like crabs, but they also have hooves, and can run pretty darn fast. Scuttle scuttle. They also have Charizard. The odds are not good for us. At all.
So we must submit to their demands. Study, study, study. Cram all that useless information into your brain, young nerdlings, for they will save our asses when the time comes.
So always remember to look for the details. They'll save your ass.
-Joe