Today, G went to school feeling despondent.

After half a day, G thinks to himself, "I grew up fine, education is ruining me"

G went to take care of his experimental mice, and found out one of them is bleeding excessively and has an organ sticking out of its fragile body due to extensive pressure from the previous's day's immunization.

G feels sad for the mice.

What G should really be feeling is: "What the hell is he doing in a course he can study his ass off nights after nights, over and over again, but still get way below mediocre grades."

I hate you, school.

I hate you, brain.

I hate you, time management.