I'm sick of add-drop forms, exam groups and IOP study groups.
I'm sick of my ID picture.
I'm sick of my thesis (which I haven't started).
I'm sick of applying to law school (which I haven't done yet).
I'm sick--really sick--of the LSAT.
I'm sick of not having a Coop number.
I'm sick of having my bag checked every time I leave Lamont.
I'm sick of trying to cross Mass. Ave. (and of people calling it Mass. Ave.)
I'm sick of Ashmont and Alewife, and of those two-car Green Line trains.
I'm sick of fake Boston accents.
I'm sick of cold nights followed by hot days followed by cold days.
I'm sick of Ma Soba, Pho Pasteur and the Gato Rojo. I'm sick of the pit, the Kong, The Wrap and the Chinese Food Truck (which I still haven't found).
I'm sick of Grafton, the Bow and the Grille.
I'm sick of Harvard parties.
I'm sick of (and from) Tommy's at 2 a.m. (Of course, I'm sick of the sesame seed crust, too.)
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