The funniest thing about the day before ANZAC Day is watching Pilot mentally dress himself over and over again.
“Right,” he says, “undies, trousers, so-need socks.”
“Undies, trousers, socks, shoes, singlet, shirt, name badge, sea readiness badg-where the fuck is that?”
I feel like the harder I work on my essays, the more my tutor accuses me of plagiarism.
Turnitin gave me a 3% similarity (much lower than anyone else in my subject) and yet she’s still like “these ideas can’t be your own”.