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Bullshit. 

I said it,

I call Bullshit.

We don't need this class,

It's a filler, it is

Bullshit.

My score didn't 

put me here,

I hit my mark, this is

Bullshit.

You can't say it isn't,

you don't even have to meet criteria,

because this is 

Bullshit.

This is for excess students,

who didn't get the class they wanted,

isn't that some

Bullshit.

You could say

this class will come in handy

but here I stand, calling

Bullshit.

I don't even want 

a career in any field close,

this is just

Bullshit.

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