I think I might switch my major to English.

The writing help center at MUN has a great tactic to make young females good writers. By hiring good looking young men to run the center I know I will certainly be going back.

My essay sucked like the swop.avi girls' prostitution careers after that video was released. I generally don't get very nervous but when I seen the beautiful help center guy I got a little embarrassed about him reading my shitty essay. Nothing is worse than a beautiful guy thinking your dumb (I don't play dumb, because I'm not a dumb bitch).

I warned Mr.BeautifulHelpCenterMan that I wasn't retarded and instead was just a science student. We laughed about this, he made a few funny jokes and in the end actually complimented my writing (score! he's totally going to be my next ex boyfriend!)

After our session was done, and this amazing man made my essay awesomesaucetastic for me, he asked me to fill out a comment card. Most excellent. Some last words so that I can make a final impression. I won't mention what I wrote on the comment card because I like to leave some things to the imagination. This way you can imagine something way cooler and more scandalas than what I actually wrote.

I know this story isn't that special, and I will make sure this weekend will be crazier so I have something to write about. But I am but a school girl, and cute english majors are all I really need for complete happiness.