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You've never been so sick of getting educated and nature's faking spring again. Walking down the corridor after being filled with useless knowledge you see; scarves forgotten on sunny days, notepads soaked by melting snow and Mr. Athletic wearing a t-shirt (pray that he gets stuck in bed with influenza). Bake oatmeal'n raisin cookies while you still can blame winter depression for your sweet tooth. Wear sunscreen; you don’t need people’s freckle jokes already. You aren't among the chosen this year either, but looking at Lucy cheers you up: At least your heart wasn't the only one that wasn’t warmed.