By the Prisoner's Dilemma
I'm baaaaaaaaack! Did you miss me? Oh. What? I'm everywhere? No way! I'm glad you're thinking of me.
You really thought you had seen the last of me? Joke's on you! Fat chance. Ec 10 was just the beginning, baby.
You dare try to avoid me by taking a science class? Oh honey, I'm in Primate Social Behavior. SLS 20? I'm there. Ec 1661? I'm there, too. Your Aesthetic and Interpretative Understanding class on the Bible? Bitch, please. You think that God didn't ever wonder if the devil had incentive to cheat?
I'm the herpes of Economics lectures. The glitter of academic concepts. You're not getting rid of me whether you like it or not.
Try to meditate to avoid me, and you'll hit spiritual Nash equilibrium. Quality time with your girlfriend? Tit for tat. Let's face it, this is what you get for concentrating in Economics instead of Classics like you said you would on your common app.
At the end of the day, you know you love me. We've got a long, intimate relationship ahead of us, even if you're going to cheat every time for the payoff.
