Conversation with my sister this evening:
Her: "I just finished taking notes on my assigned chapters for that damn Latin American econ class I hate. [Quoting her professor in exasperation here:] 'Just read the 15 chapters 3 times and you should be fine.' [Back to herself again.] Excuse me, sir, how do you say 'fuck you' in Portuguese? [...] I'm venting cause I just spent hours of my life studying for a test I probably won't do all too well on...moral of the story: sucks to live in Latin America. Sucks a whole lot more if you're poor...oh and wash your hands--diarrhea can kill. Lessons from latin america [...] At least I'm not hung over any more."
It should be noted that she said this at about 11:30 pm. She'd been hungover literally all day since she woke up at noon. And if she didn't have the exam tomorrow, she'd have been out getting her drink on again instead of talking with me. I assure you.
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