The Fire Trees Are Burning

Why did I ever take up STS? Everyone told me not to take STS. But no, I had to ignore their warnings and take it anyway. The course had such a nice sounding name: Science, Technology, and Society.

And now, it's 4 am and I'm stuck in a really expensive computer shop trying to type up a 10 page paper due in 9 hours because I'm the only Social Science major who has an idea what a paper should at least resemble. The rest of them can't type a decent paper if their lives depended on it. If I wasn't graduating, I'd drop that course and let them fend for themselves, but what do you know? I'm graduating. And Prof. Ranjit's threat of an incomplete grade if the paper is not in his deathsk at exactly 12 noon is very threatening.

Nica volunteered to do the paper out of the goodness of her pure heart. I gave her instructions. Cite, cite, cite, and don't forget to always have a basis for your statements. Was she listening? Probably not.

I got the paper two days ago and it was really just an unfinished collection of quotes from all the articles I gave her. What is wrong with you woman?! If you pass that, we'll all fail this course. Why couldn't you just tell me that you didn't have time to do it?

And your writing. It's complete poetry. You're the only person I've met so far who's used the phrases 'dawning realization', 'infinitisemal nature', 'secret blueprint', and 'obviouis ubiquity' in the same page. I'm gonna have to redo this whole thing. You're killing me. I'm dying here.

AHHHHHH! I want to scream at you but you're such a naive, cute, little girl. And I think you'll cry if I point out that this thing you typed up is completely USE-LESSSSSSS. And I don't get mad with people whose favorite colors I don't even know.

Now I know how it feels to be the one who had to finish the paper in all those group papers where I did nothing and let someone else do the job. Karma. Karma is killing me. It's murder.

And look at all the fire trees.
They're burning!