...and the fashion queens are having a field day, strutting around the arts canteen in their gladiator sandals and Kate Spade bags, iced kopi in hand like a glass of Dom Perignon.
But come mid-term, I shall be victorious as I hurl red-ink mutilated assignments back at these sleep deprived, bespectacled, monosyllabic entities clad in FBT shorts and Chang beer singlets.
Oh, such bliss awaits!
