Talking loudly in the lounge about how you “prolly just failed that lab practical” in an attempt to guilt trip me isn’t going to work. You want the class notes? Go to class. Learn the material. Don’t expect me to hand mine to you because you decided against going to class or because I’m dating your roommate. By no means do I hope that you did badly, but you can’t blame your lack of preparation on me.

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