Twig bitches

In such a typical Hopkins move, I have class with the new Professor Buttface in what is arguably the hottest room on campus.  And not hot in the sense that there are lots of boys to look at - hot in the sense that it's just FUCKING HOT.  Like apparently the Biology majors are trying to create a replica of the Amazonian rainforest ecosystem inside Shaffer hall.  Like holy shit, by the time lecture ends every day I'm sweating like a whore in church.

I'm convinced that Hopkins simply hates fat kids.  Like I'm sorry but I have some insulation and when the classroom is 85 fucking degrees I can't even focus on the nonsense this lecturer is spewing forth.  Of course, on the VERY rare occasions when God smiles upon me and Hopkins turns on the A/C, there will always be that group of twig bitches shivering and complaining it's too cold...  Well you know what twig bitches?  PUT ON A FUCKING SWEATER.