On a library chalkboard:
“Senior research is DONE, bitches!”
My (imaginary, because I’m very professional) contribution:
“No, wait! It was all a dream! You still have seven more pages to write, and you completely forgot about that source that your advisor was “really looking forward to seeing your reaction to!” A bug just flew into your last Red Bull! ALL THE PRINTERS IN THIS BUILDING ARE OUT OF INK OR BLINKING MYSTERIOUSLY”
They’re apparently all off getting drunk to celebrate turning everything in. Which might explain why I’m hearing sirens tonight, for the first time in a while.