Latin is fun.

One night before the final my sophmore year, I stayed up all night studying and making occasional trips into the library bathroom to snort meth off my watch face. I thought I was studying alot, but really I was just running back and forth to the bathroom and fantasizing about violently sodomozing the girl at the next table.

When the tests were passed out in the morning, my mind went absolutely fucking blank. I was spent. At one point I looked at the page, and I couldn't even read the English instructions. The letters just twirled around in random order.

My TA was a fag, so I winked at him and he let me take the test again the next day. Turns out I could never get a job as a latin translator. I guess there was a glut in the field.