I met a girl tonight. She said her name was ‘Serrin’. Then I repeated her name, but I did it with inflection in my voice so that she would detect that it was a question. And she said, ‘yeah, it’s Serrin, like ‘Sara,’ but with an ‘s.’ No, no, I mean, an ‘n.'”
I don’t trust this girl.

So we college students have a game we play. All week long we go out at night, hang out with our friends, and think, “It’s cool, I’ll catch up on my work over the weekend.” Then the weekend comes and we’re all like “no school. Cool we can kick back and chill until Monday.”
Nobody graduates. Ever.