"We must imagine the Hanged Man happy," wrote the student, "because foot blood is a hallucinogen. The Hanged Man is basically pouring that good foot blood juice into his brain so he's probably percieving reality with a lot more clarity than you, Professor Upledger, who can't even see that your own f-ing child fucking hates Arcana. You can't force me to take your classes anymore, Prof...(oh fuck it)...MOM. Fuck this f-ing paper and f this fucking class. I know this might not be the right time to tell you but it's never the right time to tell you. You're always too busy writing lectures about cups or grading papers on coins. The 'famous' professor who cares more about her students than her own son. Well I don't want to be like you, Mom. I...I want to major in business. There I said it. I want to provide novel services using innovative systems that generate profit. I've met this really cool guy in my dorm named Bellow and he taught me that being cool is actually about being yourself. Guess I'm finally cool. Guess I'm finally myself, Mom. I'm a business major. This might not be the paper you were hoping to grade from me...but I hope one day you'll realize its paper you needed to READ from me. See you at dinner. And hey...this time I'll drive."