My grades are in–all 120 of them–and this is how I feel about it.
Play it again, Taylor!
The failers gonna fail, fail, fail, fail.
But I’m just gonna bail, bail, bail, bail.
It’s like I’ve been in jail, jail, jail, jail.
Shake it off, shake it off.
My grades are in–all 120 of them–and this is how I feel about it.
Play it again, Taylor!
The failers gonna fail, fail, fail, fail.
But I’m just gonna bail, bail, bail, bail.
It’s like I’ve been in jail, jail, jail, jail.
Shake it off, shake it off.
I know how you feel. At least it’s over for now. Hope you enjoy the holidays.
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I guess it’s over, except for the Incompletes, the Honor Council report that has to be filed over a plagiarized paper (98% cut and pasted from online sources), and the grade complaints that keep piling into my inbox:
They don’t typically put it that way, of course, but I know what they mean.
I am enjoying the holidays, however. Best wishes to you and yours as well.
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