Bullshit

I've dedicated today to finishing one of my end of the year term papers. It is bittersweet to realize that I only have about two more such papers before graduating. I am glad to never have to struggle with writing a research paper on a topic that does not interest me, but I know I will miss the challenge.
Nothing compares to sitting down the night before a big paper is due and churning out ten pages of grade A bullshit. That's what I do after all. No matter how many times I tell myself, "This one will be different. I'm going to try." I always wait until the last minute, and I always fake my way through. I tend to get good grades, but I'm sure that's usually a fluke. I just don't work well without the pressure of an impeding deadline, and I don't care enough about anything to actually put forth more effort than it is worth.
If teachers give me A's for not trying, why would I try? So, I am writing another paper on another book I never have or will read. I can't help but be proud of my bullshitting abilities and sad that some day I won't be able to show them off. I bet if my employer asked for a report on the amount of paperclips the company uses (or whatever employers ask for reports on) I will actually have to research and tell the truth... Oh, just another thing college seems to have failed at teaching me... or I have failed to teach myself. Either way I'm for totes making the Dean's list again this semester!