Tim The Teenage MCPart XXI 7 A Pickled Matter
On the last day of regular classes, I had a test. A test. I also had a final for that class two days later. Is that stupid or what? I can't tell you how tempted I was to correct that injustice. Granted, Political Science wasn't my favorite class. Whatever possessed me to take it, I didn't know, but I was determined to get an honest A in it. I guess I shouldn't have blamed myself for letting my guard drop so much that I fell victim to the most unique and unusual attack I had ever...