I studied like crazy to make the grade. I worked my fingers to the bone to earn tuition. I finally got accepted. I fulfilled my dream of attending The University of Oxford.
This was my chance to learn. Really learn. All the great truths and mysteries I had pondered all my life were now within my grasp.
There was one class I was particularly interested in. Time Management.
What a disappointment.
It had absolutely nothing to do with time travel.
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