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Kvetching board for Dec. 3, 2014

kvetch:

v.1 (Yiddish) to complain

The one time of year when humanities students all use our algebra skills — to calculate the minimum exam grade needed to pass.

To Dissection Haters: If I were a cadaver and I didn’t have at least one student cut out my heart, hold it above their head, and chant “Kali Ma Shakti De,” I would feel disrespected.

A Taylor Swift ode to course evaluations: “I Wish You Wouldn’t”

Wait, we have exams? My N.C. State friend assured me we wouldn’t!

Currently using my textbooks to trap a rat, so I’d say exam season is off to a good start.

During my senior year at Carolina, I’ve spent more face-to-face time with my Toppers delivery driver than with my professors.

Mammoth Monday at the Student Stores: The only day of the year when you don’t have to take out another student loan to buy their stuff.

Dear Santa Bubba: All I want for Christmas is a defense.

I wrote this kvetch on Monday. It’s to myself during exams: See? Everything’s not so bad after all. You’ve got this. I’m rooting for you.

To the ONE guy in my class who voted against having a take-home final: Could you not?

Is this new wi-fi being out after a certain hour at night UNC’s way of inflicting a curfew on our Netflix binges?

This one goes out to my hall mate who was playing banjo at 3 a.m. Thanks for keeping me entertained during my all-nighter.

Between heel_snaps and the trashing of Duke’s locker room by our athletes, we’re acting like children. This isn’t ECU!

To my professor: I know exactly zero French, but am still fairly confident that Poiseuille’s Law is not pronounced “Pussy’s Law.”

Chancellor Folt, if I spray paint your office in celebration of the wonderful semester I’ve had, will I get off without punishment if my parents pay for the damage?

To the adorable couple chilling in a pile of leaves on the quad: I swear, if you two start making out, I’m going to ask you to make like a tree.

How am I supposed to enter exam hibernation mode when it’s 70 degrees outside?

Between Thanksgiving and an overabundance of swipes, life is rough for those of us preparing to streak in Davis.

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