. . . .I have the saddest social life.
Today I went to talk to a professor about a C grade. This is the gist of what he tells me as I sit crying in his office because I am so frustrated: get over it, get a life, and start dating. WHAT?!?!
Sad thing is he's middle-aged, he's got bad teeth, and he may be gay.
I've sunk to new lows.
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