I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this
WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.
I THINK MY ENTIRE LIFE JUST EXPLODED INTO TINY LITTLE PIECES OF EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD.
My childhood. IT ALWAYS LED ME TO THE DOCTOR.
I looked this up a while ago. Apparently the writers were HUGE Doctor Who fans…
…AND THEY BASED TOMMY OFF OF THE DOCTOR.
Think about it…always getting up to strange wonderful adventures, a charismatic & whimsical leading character…
And what did Tommy always have with him?
HIS TRUSTY SCREWDRIVER.
OH MY GODCRYING!
THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE