Charlie (boy): Is it proper to put a question mark next to an exclamation point in a formal paper?

Me: No.

Charlie (boy): But what if it is an urgent question?!

Me: No. 

Charlie (boy): Well, I guess I will just have to stick with the question mark. Maybe two question marks?!

Charley (girl): Then a smiley and a heart!

Charlie (boy): Well I guess my professor won’t understand my tone. 

Charley (girl): maybe you should sign your paper with xoxoxoxoxoxo

Me: We’re all definitely getting A’s.

where you start cramming but then you turn to your trusty TI-83 and calculate what grade you need on this final to get a __ and then you realize that you [couldn’t possibly do that poorly] / [are completely fucked] so you give up and plan to waste the rest of the time you have for the test and get drunk immediately after.

WHATEVER I’VE BEEN STUDYING FOR WEEEEEKS. 

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant 
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.