Thou shalt not agree to learn

Some days my life feels like a shit American Teen movie, I am currently playing the bumbling college student that constantly bumps into things, pour example:

I fiddle with my hair when I am tired or nervous, pretty standard stuff but today I learnt this habit is especially dangerous in seminars whilst wearing hair extensions.

Tired because my sleep pattern is set to nocturnal, Nervous because the tutor began picking victims to read out their "Learning Agreements"* to the rest of the bored twenty odd students.
So inevitably the twiddling of said extensions began but I was too preoccupied on the impending public speaking nightmare that I had forgotten about the pen in my hand.

Cue the ground below me opening to swallow me up as I realise that not only do I have to read out some of the dullest and poorest structured writing I've ever written, I now also have to do it with a pen embedded in one side of my hair.

Sometimes I think I couldn't get any cooler.


* Learning agreements are apparently practice dissertations, in my case I am practicing failing, great.