This is an illustration, but you should seriously read it, cause lol

Here’s to you Essay Final.  I knew today would   be a special day when I woke up, but I had no idea that you were there, in my Politics classroom, waiting patiently for me.  As I limped to my car, wrapped in as many layers as I could find in my closet, wincing against the eight degree darkness, I saw only the glimmer of the impending Essay Test in the sun barely peaking over the horizon.  But sure enough, after an epic thirty minute bus ride of death though the slush and ice and winding hills of campus the great clock struck 7:30 and we were finally introduced.  “Hello,” I said, bashfully, unsure of what to expect.  “Name and student ID,” you replied coyly.  And then we were off.  We danced through the snow-capped mountains of poverty traps and trade theory, skipped along the stone-line paths of economics through the flowering international policy meadow.

And then we were through.  It was a short fling, full of lust and deviance, ultimately tragic.  The magic was gone.  As I trudged down the long line of steps towards the front of the classroom, I reflected morosely upon the short affair.  I felt the surging adrenaline of success as the gaunt, malnourished TA snatched the papers out of my hand, and quickly exited the building.  As I exited the building and the bitter cold snatched at my face once more, I was kept warm by the knowledge that though I hadn’t known the answers to the questions, I had once more proven my mastery of the subtle art of bullshit.