I was in the tiny office of this ANCIENT professor taking my test as she was following the story. She was upset because the body count was at two or three, but still, she just lamented the modern society, etc, etc. I was handing her my scantron (I missed the final on Monday due to my retardation) when suddenly she refreshed her news website and the casualty rate had been changed to 27. Holy fucking christ, she screamed and stuttered and I HAD TO FUCKING HOLD HER FROM FALLING OUT OF HER CHAIR. She is very old and has those wobbly fake knees that never quite work. She wept and wept and all I could think was, "I really need to get to Academy and buy some of those sport shoe strings for my new shoes" She eventually let me go and got a hold of herself. She thanked me for being with her. I can still smell her oldness on my jacket.