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I walk into class a little early. Everyone’s sitting around waiting for the prof, and I overhear this conversation between two students:

“What is your GPA, if you don’t mind my asking.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable disclosing that.”

I snorted rather loudly and both students (2Ls obv) turned to me, and glared pointedly. Apparently I’m the asshole.

I need one of these:

That is to say, tequila.