They're all dying to know how I plan to go about being a responsible member of society.
They all assume that I will, but that a small glare and subtly loaded smile with a generous head tilt will provide any lacking motivation to do so.
At least that's what I read into the so frequently posed, so deeply offense-cultivating question, "so, this is your last semester? Ahhh. What will you do then?"
But finally I have found my answer: "Oh, I think I'll become a quadriplegic."
(Knock on wood.)
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