In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.
I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.
"You’re gonna make mistakes, you’re gonna make good friends, Mr Feeny will probably teach you every grade you’re ever in and maybe you’ll meet a woman as wonderful as Topanga. How would you like that? And maybe you’ll make a friend like Shawn. But when you’re not a little boy anymore, when the world taught you how to be this man, you know you’re still gonna make mistakes. But your family and your friends that you made along the way are gonna help you. Even though it’ll seem like the world’s going out of it’s way to teach you these hard lessons, you’re gonna realize that it’s the same world that’s giving you your family and your friends. You’re gonna come to believe that the world’s gonna protect you too. Boy Meets World … now i get it.”