Saturday, March 12, 2005

 
I got a call from my mother last night, which went something like this:

Mom: How are you doing?
Lostin: What do you mean by that?
Mom: I mean how did you do on your exams?
Lostin: My grades were fine, but that's not really a measure of...
Mom: You are a student, school is your life.

etc.



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