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So I show up for my first class of the semester and there's no one there.

"Huh," I think to myself. "How odd!"

I pull up the syllabus for the class and...actually read the bit where it says, "No in-person class for 1/24, instead read these papers and write a 3-page essay we will discuss in the first in-class session next week."

*facepalms*

Well done self. Perfect start to the semester. Time to, uh, read those essays and write that essay, I suppose!

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